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billkaulitzgirlfriend · 1 year

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✮ Pain Of Love ✮

Bill kaulitz x femReader

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Warnings: drinking, sex, smoking, angst,(I think that's it but let me know if there's anymore)

(I'm so sorry I got carried away and made it way too detailed and for spelling errors)😭

Story summary:you are a member of Tokio Hotel and you've had feelings for your Best friend Bill for years but he hasn't seem to notice and you haven't ever had a boyfriend due to your commitment to the band and frequently moving around but you finally meet a boy one random night and everything changes.

This fic is set in 2008 Y/n in this story is depicted as inexperienced (having only kissed one boy her entire life) and shy, Bill is a little more experienced but not by a lot (only had a girlfriend when he was fourteen)

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"Hello pretty girl" you say to the girl you're signing a autograph for she looks at you as if she's about to faint you're at a meet and greet right now with the boys, as you move on to the next fan you look over at Bill you see a girl around your guy's age kissing him on the cheek you can't help but feel envy build up in your body he always flirts with all of his fans and it's driving you crazy after a couple moments you stop staring and focus on the girl in front of you.

You realized you had feelings for Bill when you were about 13 when he got his first girlfriend he was so happy and told you all about her you happily listened to him and told him how glad you were for him but all you could feel was pure hatred for the poor girl he even joked about finding you a boyfriend soon.

You, Bill, Tom, gustav and goerg have been friends for as long as you can remember you all started the band together when you were kids and have a inseparable bond, Bill is your Best friend and Tom is like an older brother too you, gustav knows all you secrets and is the only one aware of you feelings for Bill and goerg is like your little brother you too are always being mean and annoying each other.

After about two hours of talking with fans and answering questions you guys where finally done it's especially hard for you doing meet and greets because the fans either hate you or love you being the only girl in the band girls feel as if you're there competition but some girls see you as just another heart throb in the group you especially love those girls seeing them get all flustered makes you smile.

You all get on the bus and sit down, you're sitting in between Bill and Gustav, Goerg and Tom are sitting across from you you rest your head on Bill's shoulder and he puts his head on yours, you smile too yourself "so what are we going to eat?" Tom asks, you all sit in silence thinking to yourselves "uh what about pasta?" You say the boys look at each other and nod their heads in agreement "pasta it is then" Bill says

You guys arrive at a fancy looking restaurant as soon as you walk in you guys get nothing but nasty looks sometimes you wish you didn't stick out like a sore thumb but you wouldn't change it for the world, as you guys get seated you notice a cute guy staring you down you smile at him and he winks at you, you quickly look away feeling embarrassed by the interaction when you sit down the boys notice your weird antics "is there something wrong Y/n?" Gustav asks "no it's nothing sorry" you say

After everyone orders their food you excuse yourself to the bathroom you see other people waiting so you sit down and wait as well but then you realize the person sitting next to you was the guy from when you first walked in you tense up once you realize he turns to you turning a shade of pink once he realizes " uhh hi what's your name?" He asks " it's Y/n um what's yours?" "Noah" he answers quickly " so those guys your sitting with is one of them your boyfriend?" "I wish" you think to yourself "No there my friends I don't have a boyfriend" "really? you don't that's surprising" "how is that surprising?" "Because you’re gorgeous" you can't help but smile at his words.

"where the hell is Y/n? the food is already here and she's been gone forever" Bill say with confused tone "I'll be back I'm going to go find her" he gets up from the table and walks towards the bathroom he sees you and is relieved as he walks closer he realizes your talking to someone " what is she doing" he thinks to himself , he sees Noah and you laughing and talking about something and gets annoyed for the reasoning of you being gone so long "Y/n what are you doing come on" he says graving you by the hand and pulling you away while glaring at the boy "sorry I have to go" you say as Bill drags you back to the table

"Bill what the fuck is your problem I was having conversation" you say as you sit down "what's my problem!? Who was the random guy you were talking to for so long?" "His name is Noah and he asked me on a date" " A date you cant be serious? you just met him" He says with disbelief in his voice "why does that matter Tom literally fucks girls he's know for twenty minutes and plus I'm an adult and can make my own decisions" "That's because Tom's a hure!" "Hey leave me out of this and Bill shes right she's not a kid she can choose what she wants to on her own it's not like you're her boyfriend" Tom says Georg and Gustav exchange knowing looks at each other "Gut, mach was du willst" (fine do what you want) Bill says in a upset voice now you know he's angry but that's not your problem he's the one who got overly upset over nothing

The ride to the place you guys were staying at was completely silent no longer sitting next to Bill instead sitting next to Tom and Georg I watch as Bill opens his pack of cigarettes and lights one you usually share one but you watch as he finishes it by himself the air is thick with tension as you Arive at the house Bill is the first one off the bus and into the house "what the hell why is he acting like that?" I say to Georg "I don't know maybe he had a bad time at the meet and greet" he says "that can't be it he was fine when we were on the bus" "maybe he's just being protective I'm pretty sure this is the first time you've talked about a guy before" "that is true your probably right I'll talk about it with him tomorrow" "yeah you should do that,well good night see you tomorrow" "Good night Georg" you say while walking to you room

When you get to your room you strip yourself of you clothes and get in the shower you think about the argument you had with Bill you have never fought with him like that before of course you two bicker but never like that and you've never gone to bed mad at each other when you get out the shower you check your phone and see there's a message from a unknown number

Unknown:hey is Noah from earlier I was just checking in with you left so abruptly

"Oh right I gave him my number"

You:hey and sorry about that my friend was just worried about me

Noah: yeah no worries, so how about that date I asked you about?

"Should I even go I made Bill really upset just talking about it imagine if I actually went through with it you know what no I'm going on that date it's not like I'm dating Bill he can't keep me from having romantic interest" you thought to yourself

You: yeah I would love to I'm free tomorrow night

Noah:Great I'll see you then

Bills P.O.V

"Is Y/n actually serious about going on a date with that guy she just met what if he is a weirdo and he isn't even that cute" I think to myself but then there's a knock at my door when I open I see Tom "what" I say as he lets himself in "what was that with Y/n earlier?" "She literally just started talking to a complete stranger and is already taking about going on a date with him already" "that's how dating works Bill you can't expect her to stay single forever" we sit in silence for a while before Tom speaks again "I see how you look at her" "nicht schon wieder dieser Scheiß! I already told you Tom I'm not in love with Y/n and it's not like if I was she would feel the same I'm obviously not her type look who she trying to go on a date with" "okay Bill but just remember if your not going be with her someone else is, Sie hat es verdient glücklich zu sein" as he leaves I think about his words I know the truth about my feelings but it just wouldn't work out between us she's my best friend and I know her better than than I know myself she doesn't see me how I see her, I need to go and apologize to her.

Y/ns P.O.V

After texting Noah and getting ready for bed you sit in your bed trying to sleep but you can't stop thinking about your argument with Bill suddenly you hear a knock on your door "it's already 1am why is someone knocking this late" you think as you get up to answer it as you open it the tall boy stares down at you"oh hi Bill" you say as open your door wider letting him in you close the door behind you and sit on your bed and he does the same you sit for awhile without saying anything "I'm sorry Bill I didn't-" you start but Bill cuts you off "Y/ n you have nothing to apologize for this is all my fault I shouldn't have reacted that it's just you've never showed any interest in a guy before and it freaked me out your my best friend and I just want you to be happy Ich liebe dich" "Ich liebe dich auch Bill, thank you for telling that i was so confused why you were upset with me, let's stop being mad okay?" " Yeah okay, so when do you think you'll be going on that date?" Bill asks enthusiastically "tomorrow night, this will be my actual first date" you say excitedly Bill smiles at you Sweetly and hugs you "that's great Y/n I'm so happy for you, well we should probably get some sleep we have a lot to do tomorrow, good night" he gets up to leave but you grab his hand before he can leave "do you want to sleep with me tonight?" He smiles "you know I can't say no to that" he says while climbing back into the bed with you he holds you in his arms you spend many nights like this holding on to each other and talking for hours as you drift into sleep "Good night Bill" "Good night Y/n" he says and kisses the top of your head

You wake up the next morning in Bill's arms he's still asleep you wish that you could stay like this forever suddenly you hear Gustav yell outside of your door "Y/N GET UP WE HAVE TO LEAVE IN THREE HOURS" Bill is woken up by the noise he hugs you tightly and buries his head In your chest "Ich will nicht aufstehen" (I don't want to get to get up) he says in a groggy voice "well you definitely can't sleep any longer it takes you the longest to get ready" "ugh fine" he says as he kisses your forehead as he gets up you both leave your room at the same time Tom and Georg watch as you both walk out and look at each other looking relieved that you too made up so quickly "Was für ein schöner Morgen!" Gustav says happily "Guten Morgen Gustav!" You all say back to him

Suddenly your phone goes off it's Noah you answer it "hello?" You say "hey Y/n I was just checking to make sure we're still on for tonight?" "Uh yeah I'm still up for it" " okay I'll pick you around seven okay?" "Yeah Sure I'll see you then bye" The boys look at you as you hang up you awkwardly smile and leave to get ready for the concert

The concert went according to plan and you even had extra time so you guys performed one extra song afterwards you only had a couple of fans to meet since it was a more intimate concert this time luckily on our way back to the house every one was back to their normal selves we talked about a girl we meet that couldn't stop crying when she met us when you guys got to the house you were the first one inside quickly running to the shower to getting ready you were quite nervous since you've never been out with with a boy before after you get ready you walk out your room to ask the boys if they thought your outfit was good

When they saw you they were silent for a while worrying you quite a bit "is it bad should I go change?" You said with fear in your voice "no you look beautiful Y/n." Bill says "really are you sure?" "Yeah no you look amazing Y/n" Tom confirms, Bill can see the nervousness on your face "don't worry it's going to go great don't be nervous" he smiles " thanks Bill" suddenly your phone rings "hello, oh ok I'll be out in a sec" "he's here I'll be back later you guys bye" you say as you walk out the door

As you sit down in the passenger seat you say hi "hi Y/n" "so where are we going" "you'll see once we get there" "oh okay" you guys sit in an awkward silence for a while you want to try and talk to him but you wouldn't know where to start maybe Bill was right I shouldn't have gone on a date with someone you don't know your troubled thoughts come to a halt once you Arive at a restaurant it looks amazing maybe you were just thinking to hard about this it's probably going to go well.

Once you're seated you start trying to get to know him "so do you go to work or are you still in school?' you ask "well I work with my dad at his real estate company" "oh that' s really good do you enjoy it?" " Yeah it's okay I guess, so what about you?" "Oh right Im in a band" "That's your job?" He snickers "um yeah..." " Oh your serious you know what that makes sense I was wondering why you and your friends dressed so weirdly, so is that like financially stable for you?" "yeah it is." You've started to get irritable at his rude responses after what feels like forever you both finally finish your meals and leave once in the car he talks again "so did you like it?" "Um yeah I did" you lie " I forgot to tell you how good you look" "I thought you said I looked weird” you think he starts to get closer to you and puts his hand on your thigh and says "can I kiss you?" "Um sure" you say maybe this will save the date you think he leans in closer to and your lips connect his lips are chapped and he's too rough it feels unnatural and forced but he doesn't seem to think so as he sneaks his hand father up your thigh you quickly push him away " I don't this is going to work out" you say sounding apologetic "oh ok do you want me to take you home?" "Yes please" the rest of the car ride you stay silent when you arrive at the house you say "thank you for the dinner and I'm sorry everything didn't work out" "no it's okay this isn't my first rodeo" you laugh awkwardly and get out.

When you get in the house you see Bill watching TV he looks at you with a confused face it's only nine and he expected you much later than that "what are you doing here it's only nine Y/n?" "Billlllll" you say exaggerating his name and throwing yourself at the coach next to him " did it go bad?" He asks sincerely, you look up at him and nod "do you want to tell me about it?" "Yeah" you tell him all the details of the date "then when we got back in his car he kissed me and it was horrible" he looks surprised when you tell him that "and I wasted this super cute outfit for nothing" you frown "well to be honest it is only nine we can go out and the pretty outfit won't go to waste" "really?" you ask he happily nods "come on what are we waiting for let's leave then!" He laughs at your eagerness

When you guys get to the club you immediately drag Bill to the bar you both start taking shots then go to dance with each other for awhile holding on to one another and laughing every time you step on each other’s toes while trying to Dance you go back once more for drinks “oh do you remember that one time that girl tried to get you to fuck her then she ended up throwing up all over your shoes” you both laugh “oh don’t remind me those shoes were one of my favorites too” “thank you bill for taking me out I feel so much better” “of course Y/n I didn’t want to see your night be completely ruined”

you can’t help but stare at him with the cheesiest smile and he does the same getting lost in each other’s gazes most likely due to the alcohol in your systems you start getting flustered by the eye contact bill smirks at you “you’re getting all red Schätzchen” you hate and love when he acts like this “Bill don’t be that way” you say in a soft voice “what way?” He’s says while grabbing your hips and pulling you closer “Bill what are you-“you get cut off by Bills lips crashing into yours you immediately melt into that kiss Bill quickly pulls away after realizing what he did “Y/n Im so sorry I don’t know what I was thinking” “Bill just be quiet”you say as you pull him back down to kiss you again you two quickly find a rhythm he tastes so sweet it’s like you were meant to do this together “do you want to go to the house now?” “yes I really do” he says with desperation

When you get to the house you barely make it to his room he pins you against his bedroom door and kisses you deeply he finally opens his door and quickly brings you in and locks the door behind him “Scheiße Y/n you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this” he says as he feels your body up and down with his slender hands, having him touch you like this makes all those years of waiting worth it he kisses you again slowly making his way down your neck you want to tell him to stop what if he leaves a mark what will people think? But it feels too good he pushes you on his bed getting on top of you kissing your jaw he looks at you with lust in his eyes

“are you sure you’re okay with this” he gently asks you nod your head yes “no I need you to say it for me Schätzchen” “please bill I want this so bad” “dann gebe ich es dir”(then I’ll give it to you) he says as starts to slowly Peel you out of your clothes you leaving you in your bra and underwear you instinctively cover yourself but he quickly pull’s your hands away from your body “you’re r so gorgeous Y/n” he says, he begins to take of his shirt and you unbutton his pants once you you do you reluctantly palm him though his boxers he can’t help but groan your eyes widen once you feel his length he’s huge, you look up at him he turns his head away from you feeling embarrassed you go to kiss him his embarrassment quickly leaves and he begins to unclip your bra he stares at your chest for a couple moments then begins to massage one of your breasts with his hand and places his mouth on the other this causes you to moan loudly “shh baby you don’t want the other boys to here you do you?” You shake your head no he starts to kiss down your body stoping once he got between your legs he smirks when he notices a wet spot on your panties “Scheiße, baby did I do this to you?” “Fuck Bill” you say “that wasn’t an answer Schätzchen” he says while beginning to rub over your underwear you buck you hips trying to get more friction but he quickly pulls away “Ja, Bill, du hast mir das angetan” (yes bill you did this to me) you say desperately as soon as you say that he pulls your panties off swiftly and licks a long stripe on your pussy “Scheiße B-bill” you moan loudly you can feel him smirk to himself due to your reaction he continues to eat you out he feels like he was made to do this he’s been waiting for years to share a moment like this with you so he wants to make it rememberable you start to feel yourself become undone “fuck you taste so good” his words push you over the edge you came with him still attached to your clit he came up to kiss you once again you could tases yourself on his tongue you couldn’t help but notice the tent In his boxers you slowly pull down his cock springs out his pink tip oozing with precum you start to stroke it up and down focusing on the tip you change positions and get on your knees as he sits on the bed you begin to lick his cock getting it wet you put the tip in your mouth first sucking on it softly “ahh baby that feels so good” he throws his head back he softly guides your head with his hand to make you go faster but soon he pulls you off “Y/n is it alright if I cum somewhere else?” You immediately know what he’s referring you slowly nod getting up from your knees and getting into the bed he kisses you sweetly as he lines up his cock with your wet hole “Scheisse” he says with a breathy voice as he enters you your fingers tips harshly hold onto his back “Du bist so eng”(your so tight) he says with his mouth agape you feel so full he waits a moment be before moving he starts off slowly letting you get used to the feeling he feels so good “B-bill S-scheisse right there don’t stop” you moan loudly you say as he hits your sweet spot “fuck Y/n I’m so close” he says as his movements get faster “mhh-m Bill” you say as you release around him his strokes become sloppy and slower as he cums in you you’re pretty sure it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt he kisses you once more before he lays beside you and holds you in his arms

After cuddling with each other for a while bill talks “come on Schätzchen let’s get cleaned up” he say getting up and walking to his bathroom you hear him turn on the faucet and you get up after him you see him running a bubble bath “get in” he tells you so you do he follows behind you he begins to wash your body your mind can’t help but race about what happened moments before what does this mean for the two of you now? your thoughts come to a halt once he reaches between your legs cleaning between them you wine still being sensitive once he’s done he holds you close to him “Bill” You say his name “Yes Y/n” he asks “I know it’s probably a bad time to ask. What does this mean for us now?” You take a deep breath preparing for his words “Y/n I want to be honest with you I’ve had feelings for you ever since we were kids and those feelings have never stopped” you feel happiness fill your heart as you hear his words “I see as more than my best friend Y/n your my whole heart” he continues “I feel the same way bill” you say “you know that was my first time doing something like that” “I know Y/n you’ve told me a thousand times before about how bad you wanted to lose your virginity” “im glad it was with you” you say quietly “me too” he says kissing the top of your head

The next morning you wake up in Bills grasp again you stare at him admiring him and counting all the moles you see on his body he begins to wake up “good morning”you say “guten morgen, meine Liebe” (good morning my love) he says after staying in each others embrace for a while you both get up and leave his room every one else was already up per usual they stare at you both Gustav finally breaks the silence “ I hope you two had fun last night” both you and bill turn red “uh what do you mean?” you ask in a nervous voice “well to start we could hear you guys” Tom states in a annoyed tone “and” Georg starts while turning the tv its the celebrity gossip channel and dead center of the tv is a video of you and bill making out last night at the bar “that” “oh no what are we going to do” you say freaking out “don’t worry we’ll just tell everyone we’re dating” Bill quickly calms you down you’re surprised by his answer But you nod your head agreeing with hi ”FINALLY” the boys say you and bill both laugh at their response.

(That’s the end thank you so much for reading, it got kinda overly long and I wasn’t completely sure how to end it so this was the best I could do I really wanted to post this before the weekend ended but once again thank you if you made it to the end) ♡

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ilovefanficbooks · 1 year

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Save Me Eli (Eli Hale x reader)

Paring: Eli Hale and Y/N

Pronouns: She/her

Y/bf: your best friend

Warning : some blood lost, kissing

Summary : Y/N gets kidnapped and no one has seen her since yesterday, when Eli finds out he gets the pack to help him find the person he's in love with.

Eli Pov

I haven't seen Y/n all day. She is always in. Never has she taken a day of at once. It is really weird of her. Normally she would be smiling and laughing with her best friend. But I just have this weid feeling something is not right.

"Hey Y/bf" I said as she turn to face me with a smile.

"Oh hey Eli what's up?" she asked me while I look down at the floor and back up at her.

"I was hoping if you knew where Y/n is as you two are always together? " I asked her. I hope she knows if not I'll be crush.

"That is true that we always stick together but I'm sorry I have not heard from her since yesterday and she has not answer my calls" My heart sank at the mentioned of it. It seems really off and I have a bad feeling about this.

"Okay, um, cool. But if you hear from her tell her that I was looking for her" I said starting to walk away.

"Will do" she said as I walked outside I took my phone out a d when to call Y/N it kept ring and ring but no one seems to answer it.

"Come on" I said to myself.

"Hey this is Y/n please leave a message or call me later" It when to voice mail I sigh and hang up only person who is good at these things is my Dads friends. The pack. I need them to help me.

Time skip~

I just called the pack for the emergency while I walked into my house stressing out already at Y/n. My Dad just came out from the kitchen and look at me confused.

"Eli what are you doing her you meant to be at school ?" Dad asked while I sigh running my hands through my hair.

"It's kind of a long story but I called for the pack they will be here soon" I said as Dad sigh.

Soon the pack has arrived Scott, Malia, Lydia, Liam, Parrish, Chris, Peter, Hikari and Jackson. They all look at me wondering why I called them.

"This better be good little Hale" Malia told me as I scratch the back of my head then sigh.

"Well something seems off this morning. There is this girl that goes to Beacon Hills she always, she has not taken a day off. But today she's just not in" I explained to them some of them just look at me blankly but Peter just looks like he wants to laugh at me.

"She's probably sick Eli" Lydia told me but I shake my head.

"Lydia right " Malia agreed with her.

"No your wrong she never skips school even if it's a little cold and I have these weird bad feeling that she's in danger" I said looking at my Dad for some help.

"Eli look we can check her house if she's sick if she's not then this calls for a mission" Scott said putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Right Liam, Hikari, Lydia, Jackson you stay here and let us know if you heard of anything" Scott explain.

"Again great " Jackson said throwing he's head back.

"I'll check out at the station " Parrish told us walking away.

"I'll come with you" Malia said following out of the house.

"Chris can you check the hospital in case she's up there" Scott said while Chris sigh.

"I knew you would say that" Chris said.

"And that leads Derek, Peter and I to check her house" Scott said as I look at them. But this is the girl I have been pinning over with.

"Wait I'm not coming ?" I asked them looking at them all confused.

"You need to lead this to the pack little one" Peter told me.

"No I'm the one that knows her. You don't even know where she lives and I've been pinning over her for months " I blur out then I cover my mouth with my hands with eyes wide.

"I knew there was something about this girl with you" Dad said chuckle after that.

"Whatever Dad, I'm coming and you can't stop me" I said walking out the house while the others sigh following me behind. I got in the jeep waiting for the others.

"Really you stool the jeep again?" Dad asked with he's arms out.

"Just follow behind me" I said starting the jeep up and driving to where Y/n house is.

Time Skip~

Once I got to her house and the others followed behind me. We all walked up to her door and I knock on the door. And wait for a while.

"You sure this is her house ?" Scott asked me when no one answer.

"Yes, her parent's take all day shift they are barley home " I said knocking on the door again.

"Maybe we should go" Dad said it as he said that I knock louder this time.

"Y/n it's Eli" I called out then sigh knowing no one is here.

"Well she's probably dead then" Peter said getting a glare from me, Scott and Dad.

"That's it" I said then I kick down the door and walked into the house seeing a place is a mess.

What the hell happened here? Once the other followed in they all look around seeing the mess.

"Someones been here" Scott said smelling the air.

"Now you believe me!" I said sarcastically throwing my arms in the air then turn the the stairs.

"Y/n!" I shout running up the stairs to Y/n bedroom. That is when I smell blood it still smells fresh. I walked into her room seeing trash everywhere and even see blood on her window steel.

"She's gone!" I shout to the others while they run up the stairs where I stand in her room.

"Call the others tell them what we found" Scott told Peter while I knee down holding one of Y/n teddy bear she has that is now ripped apart.

"Eli, we'll find her" Dad told me knee down with me as he put a hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eyes. I nodded standing up facing Scott.

"We need to find her. She's human " I told them. Y/n doesn't know anything about the supernatural world about anything.

"And will Eli. We will find her " Scott told me then left the room.

Time Skip~

"So she's stuck in a warehouse ?" Scott asked Chris finding out where she might be.

"Yeah that's the only place where any one will take someone" Chris told Scott.

"Because of me. Because I find an interest in her they take her because of me" I said throwing head back. I should of kept her close to me. Make sure nothing happens to her.

"Eli it's not your fault" Scott told me while I sigh.

"Yeah sure" I told him.

"We are running out of time " Dad told us all as we all left to go to this warehouse where she might be.

We all arrived at the warehouse and walked in waiting to face the enemy that has taken my girl.

"Where is she?" I asked as a dark shadow came out with claws and teeth out.

"Nearly dead if you come an hour later" the person said as my claws came out along with my sharp teeth. Normally I would faint seeing my claws out.

"We just want the girl. Give her back" Scott asked nicely to this stranger.

"I don't think so" the person let a laugh out.

"I'll kill you if you hurt her!" I growed out. I never felt so protective of her in my life.

Soon it seems we all just when into fight mode while I had so much anger in me that this person hurt her. I'll never let anyone or this person touch her again.

"Eli go and get her out of here!" Dad told me as I nodded running of to find Y/n.

While I turn the corner I look to see Y/n lying in the floor, pass out, she looks really pale that she could look dead. I can see blood pouring from her head and arm.

"Y/n I'm here" I said going over to her and hold her in my arms.

"Eli" I heard so weakly as she open her eyes up a bit.

"Hey I'm here " I told her as she buried her head against my neck.

"Get me out of here" She said I pick her up and carried her out of here while the others take care of the person who hurt Y/n.

I put Y/n in the back of the jeep and I drove to the hospital. Hopefully Melissa can help Y/n out.

"We're nearly here Y/n just hold on" I told her seeing her close her eyes. I gave her my jacket as she was wearing just a crop top and jeans.

Once I got to the hospital I carried Y/n in and looked for Melissa to help her.

"Eli" Melissa said walking over to me and seeing Y/N in my arms.

"Is this-" She asked but I cut her off.

"Y/N she's hurt" I told her as she nodded.

"Follow me" She said I followed her to a private room as I place Y/N on the bed and wait outside as Melissa helped Y/N out.

Time Skip~

As been a hour since I've been waiting to here back from Y/n I even when to the stops to get Y/n a new teddy bear she would like.

I felt like I want to cry over a girl that I have fallen in love with. Soon I saw the pack run up to me as I look at him.

"Is she okay?" Lydia asked me.

"She's not dead is she" Malia said while I look down at her.

"They haven't told me anything yet" I said with tears in my eyes. Soon Melissa walked as I stand up looking at her with hope in my eyes.

"She is fine. She has a few stitches on her arm but suggest taking care of her" Melissa told me as I nodded.

"Can I see her ?" I asked as Melissa nodded. I walked into the room seeing Y/n sitting up and awake.

"Hey you" She said smiling at me. I walked over to her sitting down and take her hand.

"You scared the living hell at me" I told her as she looked down.

"Sorry. I heard you were a real hero to me" After she said that I blush.

"Thank you" She said looking me in the eyes. Even when she's hurt she still looks beautiful.

"When I when to your house it was trash and I saw your teddy bear was ripped so I got you a new one" I said showing her it up to my face hearing her giggle makes me smile.

"You didn't have too" Y/n told me.

"I wanted to" I said as she took it out of my hand.

"I love it" Y/n said hugging it as I chuckle.

"Like I love you " I said then my eyes wide realized what I said.

"What?"She asked ad I sigh.

"Y/N I love you and I have for a long time but before you push me away I want to be more than friends" I explained to her see g her smile at me. I thought she might shout at me.

"I love you too " She said then she pulled me by my top and kiss me. The girl I've been in love with is kissing me right now!

"Wow" I said as we pulled away while Y/n chuckle at me holding my cheeks.

"Cuddle me" She said as I chuckle slipping into the bed while I hold her into my chest.

I finally got the girl I'm in love with and I'm never going to let her go.

She's all I have now.

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Shower thrills| Akaza x demon female reader

Warning: rough shower sex, dirty talk, possession,praise, pet names, spanking, choking, creampie.

⚠️Some themes can be disturbing to some. Read at your own risk⚠️

Tags: @animupiglett

Notes: Thank you guys for 600+ followers it means so much to me I wish I could hug all of you🥺💜💜 but like- last time I looked I was at 500 then I went to finish this draft and I seen a 6 and I was like 😦 but fr thank you it means a lot. I also might make this into a series with some hashira but don’t hold me to it! Thank all of you for waiting on me to post. A lot of things have happened in my life and I’ve been healing. Today I got my haircut and I feel like a whole new person💜

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Ah, the warmth of the water from your shower seemed to wash all the stress away. Your head back, eyes closed: this was the most relaxed you’ve felt in days.

When a hard chest came in contact with your back and sneaky muscular arms made their away around you, you let out a gasp. Your lover was freezing.

“Aww darlin did I scare you?” He asked kissing your shoulder.

“No, you’re cold as fuck.”

“Sorry my love, it’s cold outside, and a warm shower with the love of my life sounded absolutely heavenly.” He spoke softly as you turned to face him. Some water bouncing off your chest and splashing him. “How was your day? Did everything go ok at the meeting with you know who today?”

“Yes it did. It was after the meeting that made me stressed out.” You said with a sigh. “Doma kept hitting on me and trying to get me to come home with him.”

“Oh? Is that so?” His voice had a tone to it that sent chills down your spine. This isn’t the first time doma had bothered you, despite knowing Akaza and you were in a relationship.

“I swear if I could kill that man I would. How dare he hit on you.” He let out a sigh., his shoulders relaxing. “You do know you’re mine, right darling?” He asked softly, gently tracing your cheek with his knuckles making you blush.

“Yes, only yours Akaza.”

It started out slow and sensual. Akaza kissing around you neck, collarbone, and jawline, but once his lips met yours, his whole demeanor changed. The kiss rough and hungry. Hands roaming your body like you’re his prey.

“You’re mine. It pisses me off every time you tell me that asshole hit on you. He should know by now that you belong to me. You’re my angel and no one else’s.”

Next thing you know, you’re moved to the side, your back pressed up against the cold tile wall. 2 of akaza’s fingers pushed themselves into your cunt, his thumb placed on your cunt. With each thrust of his fingers his thumb rubbed your clit.

Dirty praises fell from his lips as he enjoyed watching you fall apart over just his fingers. He’s obsessed with feeling your walls tighten against his fingers. The way it wants to keep them inside. He loved hearing your whines and whimpers as he draws you closer to your high. He can’t help but to kiss your jawline, feeling your chest heave as you let out a gasp.

“That’s it baby let it out good girl.” He praises as he slows his pace as you ride out your high.

“What a good girl. My good girl.” He mumbles against your jaw with a final kiss before turning you around.

A hard smack landed on your ass, a gasp escaping from your chest hitting the cold tile and the force of the smack.

Akaza spit in his hand, giving his dick a few strokes before slowly going inside. A small moan escaped both of your lips when Akaza finally bottomed out. Your pussy being stretched so deliciously.

“It doesn’t matter how many times I ruin this pussy it’ll always feel so good to me.” His movements start out slow, before his thrusts become hard, quick, his only mission is to abuse the tip of your cervix, make you scream his name, and cream all over his cock the way he loves.

Moans filling the bathroom as your voice echoes off the tile.

“Such a pretty voice you have darling.” He comments before another harsh slap lands on your ass.

Akaza could start feeling his mind slip. Your pussy tightening around him, signaling you were close. He was close as well. He wasn’t going to cum this early, no way.

“For a demon you have such a heavenly pussy princess.”

“Akaza” you were able to whimper out before coating his cock in the slick he loves.

“That’s a good girl.” He says, never slowing his pace. Was he doing it to overstimulate you or himself? With each passing moment he feels like he could explode. Even though you just came you’re still clamping down hard on his cock. He’s going crazy. He knows he can hurt you if he isn’t careful. So he tries to limit what he does with you. Yeah, you’re a demon and you can just regenerate or heal whatever Akaza inflicts onto you, but he just can’t hurt a hair on your head.

Eventually, the bathroom is filled with one more voice: Akaza. His grunts and soft moans begin also bouncing off the walls. The grip on your hips tight enough that if you were a mere human they would be broken.

“A-Akaza I want you to cum inside me.” You whimper out, your hips trying to match his thrusts, another high quickly approaching.

“D-don’t speak like that.” He grunts, a hand clasping onto your throat tight enough to crush your windpipe.

You have no idea what has made Akaza like this but you’re not complaining.

“P-please” your able to choke out, akaza’s grip tightening, only releasing when you let out a gasp, air not being able to fill your body, making Akaza quickly remove his hand, landing a slap onto your ass before returning his grip back to your hip.

“Fuck it. Beg for what you want.” Akaza demands, his thrusts getting sloppy as your sent over the edge once again, your voice loud, as you beg for Akaza to fill you up.

“Such a naughty bitch. You’ll get what you want darlin-ah” you’re pushed up against the tile more, as you feel thick, hot ropes of akaza’s cum entering you.

“I-I hope that fucker will be able to smell my scent on you.” He says with a chuckle, turning your back to face him as you tumble forward. Of course your lover catches you. Your head resting on his chest as your legs shake.

“I bet he will..for at least 2 months.” You both giggle, Akaza scanning over your body to see indents on the sides of your neck and hips. He runs his hand through your wet hair.

“Are you hurting angel?” You shook your head no.

Akaza smiled, turning off the water and helping you out before helping you with your nightly routine before the both of you climbing into bed and cuddling.

“Are you sure you’re not hurting?”

“I’m fine Akaza. Those marks will be gone in a few hours. Don’t let those marks make you not be rough on me again. I liked it.”

“I’m so glad.” He says softly before kissing your forehead.

As he closed his eyes, he analyzed what you had just said, a soft gasp escaping his lips as he looked down at you.

“Y/n! You dirty girl! Maybe you’re more of a demon than I give you credit for.”

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It’s you I want for Christmas

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W stiles stilinski

Warnings- kissing, swearing.

Series- teen wolf

Summary- you and stiles are best friends but Christmas time brings around love. And stiles is tired of hiding the love he has for you.

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“Hey! stiles over here, what are you doing in town” I laughed running over and hugging him. “Y/n, What a coincidence” he giggled hugging me back. “How?” I pulled a funny face while being a bit confused.

“It’s nothing ignore me- I’m just doing some last minute Christmas shopping” he wiggled his eye brows. “Cutting it close huh, it’s Christmas Eve” “yeah well I have no clue what to get the person” stiles shrugged looking around at some of the shops.

“Well, Maybe i can lend you a hand I’m just about done here” I shrugged making my bags known. Stiles looked at me deeply and grinned. “I’d like that” he told me nodding his head. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from him, something about my best friend just drew me in. More than I could ever admit.

“Perfect- who’s the gift for” I shook my head subtly breaking the mesmerising spark that we had between us. “Uhhh well it’s a secret but it’s for a girl” “bit vague” I giggled nudging him as we began to walk through town. “I can’t give away much” he twinkled at me.

“Is she part of the pack?” I questioned but stiles just tapped his nose “all I’m saying is she’s very special to me- I want to ask her out and I want to get her something to show her how I feel” stiles told me. I tried to push down the feeling of pain twisting in my stomach. I tried to ignore the lump in my throat the want to cry. I tried my best to ignore the feelings I had for my best friend while we shopped for the girl who owned his heart.

“You alright y/n?” Stiles laughed shaking me slightly “yeah- of course I am it’s Christmas” i nodded forcing a smile. Stiles took my arm cheerfully “so where are we off to?” “Well what girls don’t like jewellery” I pointed to one of the shops close by. It was painted a dark green with golden curly writing at the top on a wooden frame. Stiles pushed the door open and the bell rang out.

He turned to me after shaking the snow off his face and coat. Stiles then put a gloved hand out and wiped the snow off my coat and out of my hair. We both giggled together flicking snow at one another. “Ugh I love the snow but I don’t love looking like a wet mess” I sighed removing my Beanie and my knitted cream mittens. “You never look a mess y/n, I don’t know how you do it” stiles shrugged with a cheeky smirk.

“Ooo that one’s pretty” I breezed past the compliment pointing at a necklace behind the glass. I appreciated it I did, but i couldn’t look past the fact we were in this shop for another girl. “Do you like that one?” He questioned coming behind me staring at it. Slowly I turned and looked up at him. Stiles was so handsome from his baby brown eyes to his soft skin. He was truly all I wanted for Christmas.

“It’s super pretty, but that’s just my opinion- what type of jewellery dose she wear” I asked softly, stiles looked down at me now. Our faces were inches away from another’s. “Do you actually know” I raised an eyebrow at him. Men don’t really pay attention to that stuff. “She wears a lot of gold jewellery and she has a lot of colourful stones” stiles told me while looking around the store.

My mouth hung slightly open “you- pay attention to detail” I announced walking around the little shop. “Well she takes a lot of time and effort to present her self- and she’s beautiful how could I not notice”. I turned around to look at him but he was already staring at me. My heart was pounding against my chest. I couldn’t listen to this anymore. “Well it sounds like we have similar taste so- this shouldn’t be too hard”

I sighed snapping the eye contact we were holding and looking through the shelves. Until my eyes laid upon something I couldn’t turn away from. While side eyeing it I noticed the price of the ring. “What are you looking at?” Stiles questioned trying to figure it out. “That ring but it’s-.” “-it’s beautiful” stiles cut in walking over. “It’s a lot of money sti” I joined him but I was completely mesmerised by it. “Trust me y/n she’s worth every penny and so is her happiness”

“This ring was once worn by a princess from England” one of the ladies that owned the shop walked by us. “It’s stunning” I batted my eye. “Is this the one?” Stiles turned to me smiling. “She will love it- I’m happy for you two” I rubbed his arm putting my feeling aside. “She hasn’t agreed to a date yet” stiles smirked side hugging me.

He brought the gold ring with a beautiful shiny square emerald in the middle of it. It had carved out gold swirls around the Center piece with tiny diamonds engraved. I waited outside for stiles to come out again. And he did so with a huge grin. “I’m glad your happy” I clasped my hands together.

“What time are you and your family coming round tomorrow for Christmas?” Stiles asked me with his hands in his pockets. “Um- quite early I think around twelve” “perfect, I promise this Christmas will be better than last years there won’t be any fires this time” stiles laughed leading me towards the car park.

“Well it was entertaining watching your dad try and work the fire extinguisher” I held my stomach remembering. “What about when we were ten and your sister smashed your kitchen window trying to throw you a fork” stiles sniggered “oh my mum was so angry”. I stopped in front of my car looking up at him. “It really wouldn’t be Christmas with out you y/n” he hugged me tightly.

“Considering we’ve spent Christmas together since before we could walk- it really wouldn’t be the same with out you either sti” “thanks for all your help y/n” he pulled away fluffing my hair out. “So will your mystery girl- be coming tomorrow?” I wondered holding my breath for the answer. “Yes, she will be” he twinkled, I solemnly nodded “cant- wait to um meet her” I wiggled my eye brows. “I’ll see you tomorrow beautiful” stiles patted my arm before walking through the snow to his famous jeep.

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Christmas Day

*knock knock*

“HEY! Oh my god merry Christmas!” Stiles dad smiled opening the door welcoming us in. My mum and dad and two sister walked into the house singing Christmas songs and greeting the rest of stiles family. I walked in last with a bright smile. “Hey Noah thanks for having us this year” I hugged him “oh y/n Christmas isn’t Christmas with out the y/l/n’s here” “me and stiles said the same thing yesterday” I laughed softly while he closed the door.

“He’s in his room if you want to go up” Noah nodded in the direction of the stairs. “Thanks” I beamed making my way up to my best friend. I knocked on the door and pushed it open. “Yes come in” he laughed though it was too late. “H-hey” I stood awkwardly as stiles stood with his top in his arms. “Merry Christmas” he smiled softly “yes- yes merry Christmas” “what did you ask Santa for” stiles joked throwing on his top.

My heart beat slowed down now. “I asked him for… this Christmas to be just as entertaining as all the rest of ours” I jumped onto his bed laying down. “You look lovely anyway” he winked at me “not too bad your self stilinski” “so when’s the lucky girl arriving” i propped myself on my elbow. But again stiles just tapped his nose. “Sti Why are you being so weird about this? You tell me everything”

“because I value your opinion y/n- your the most important person to me so I need to- handle this right”. I was quite shocked that that’s what stiles came out with but- it was kind of nice. “Stiles! Y/n! We’re opening presents!” My mother yelled up to us. “We’re being summoned” he laughed picking up his phone and sliding it into his pocket. He put his arm out for me “m lady” “your such a joker” i sniggered shaking my head and walking past him.

Me and stiles had seats saved for us on the sofa. Everything went so fast wrapping paper flew everywhere. Laughter and chatter filled the air with everyone in the room loving Christmas together. Eventually all the younger kids went to play with there toys and all the adults went to talk in the kitchen about how drunk they plan on getting. Me and stiles stayed sitting on the couch.

“That was eventful” he laughed falling backwards getting comfortable. “Yeah but it’s not enough for me, something always goes funnily wrong, I need the entertainment” I widened my eyes with a grin. “Well I can’t say I disagree with you” he rubbed my knee. “Uh- your girl missed the presents, I wanted to her reaction”. Stiles laughed shaking his head “well technically all the presents haven’t been opened yet” stiles rolled his head over to look at me.

I pinched my eyebrows together and he jumped up and reached into the Christmas tree. “This is for you” he gave me a little present wrapped in sliver paper. “Sti are you serious- we made a pact when we were twelve that we wouldn’t buy each other presents” I sighed melting into the sofa. “Exactly we were twelve y/n” he laughed sitting down next to me. “Will you just open it” “if you promise me this is a one time thing because I feel so awful right now”

“One times thing” he put his hands up laughing. I sighed again but with a little smile now. I peeled open the neatly suck tape and out came a box. It was so pretty but when i opened up the lid my eyes expanded. “No- sti you gave me the wrong one” I shook my head but he was staring into my eyes. “No- y/n I didn’t” he admitted sitting up now.

“I don’t- understand you said there was a girl coming and that- you wanted to ask her out you can’t give this to me” I shook my head “you are the girl y/n” stiles started playing with his fingers. I didn’t know what to say to him. I was so confused and excited at the same time. “Y/n- say something” stiles half laughed. “So I’m the girl- you want to ask out?” I looked into his hypnotising brown eyes with a grin. Stiles nodded slowly. “Ask me out then”.

Stiles laughed, I couldn’t turn away from the boy. “Well, y/n y/l/n I happened to have fallen in love with my best friend and I’m really hoping I haven’t ruined anything with you by hoping that you- feel what I feel too” “I do” I blurted out jumping into a hug. “Fucking hell I thought you were in love with some random girl and you were bringing her round for Christmas” I pushed him gently pulling away. “I’m sorry I’m so sorry” stiles laughed his head off but grabbed onto my waist.

“I apologise, I am sorry but- your the only girl I’ve ever wanted” “I can’t believe you planned this whole thing I- your just- I’m in love with you too sti I have been for years” “i know how you feel I do” he smiled rubbing my hand. “I also planned this” stiles giggled pointing upwards to a Christmas mistletoe. “fuck it- I’ve wanted to do this for so long” I pulled our faces together. I could have sworn I heard fireworks go off in the background. The spark me and stiles had was so strong.

I really did love this boy and I wanted to bawl my eyes out when he told me there was another girl. But to find out all this planning was all for me made me feel so special. “Stiles! Y/n- Noah left his gun and your father y/n has just shot it through a window shattered it and then shattered Noah’s car windscreen” my mother came in laughing her head off. Just as she was rambling she caught us kissing.

“Are you two- are you- was that what I think it was?” She stuttered smiling a wide smile. “We uh…” I trailed off with a smirk of my own. “Yeah we have something to tell you” stiles nodded with a little shrug. “And- everyone else” I added in sliding the ring on my left hand. My mother just continued smiling while bobbling her head at us holding hands.

“Guys! It finally happened” she yelled out into the house walking away.

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| The Mafia | ~ Stray Kids

Genre: Mafia Au, Fanfiction

Pairing: Stray Kids x y/n

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Violence, Weapon Usage, Kidnapping, Torture...

Synopsis ~ y/n was just living her life, but when she ran into troubles of her past, she found herself being auctioned off to a mafia named Ateez. Within her time, she soon finds another whom she knows...

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softlyproblematic · 1 year

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kaydincenerd · 1 year

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Why does y/n always die or not get the guy in fics now I’ve read 15 in the last month and I die or the guy gets with the other love interest can y/n not be happy.

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Scp 049 x Reader (Fluff)

This story isn’t anything too specific just some platonic love with the birb : ) while eating lunch together sorry if my writing isn’t all that good but I hope you enjoy nonetheless I do want to warn that I have been told my writing can be hard to read so please 🥲 if it is I am sorry punctuation is also not a big thing for me either sorry if the story is kinda crumby too but I hope you enjoy!

Y/n was eating lunch in the foundations cafeteria by the window the sun shinning bright through. It was a peaceful day for once the rest of the foundation staff and SCPs a select few SCPs were eating as well. Y/n sat alone by the best spot there was in their opinion they did sometimes sit with coworkers and friends they made but sometimes they needed some alone time.

Y/n was enjoying their lunch (favorite food) and the peacefulness then all of a sudden the lunch room got abit quiet a sudden dread and eeriness took over. y/n looked over and spotted no other then Scp 049 with some guards “huh that explains it” Y/n quietly spoke to themself but wondered why the plague doctor was even there in the first place since he isn’t allowed to eat in the lunch room Y/n was too focused on what was going on outside the window to even pay attention gazing at the clouds seeing the clouds form into animals and just being clouds “Good day to you miss Y/n” a voice said you look up and it is no other then 049 sitting across from you at the table with his lunch “a lovely day hmm?” He spoke trying to strike up a conversation the guards though closely stood by

“A lovely day indeed doctor shocking to see you in here” Y/n spoke “ah yes for the day I’ve been granted permission to sit in here for the day” 049 spoke happily y/n nodded in understanding y/n was on good terms with the plague doctor they did become kinda close lately but y/n was so busy with work that they have not had time to see 049 even if he requested to see Y/n

“I do say I haven’t seen much of you are you alright?” The plague doctor asked concerned this made y/n nervous the guards seemed to tense as they heard this the last time 049 asked if someone was alright it ended in him curing said person “oh I am well yes doctor just been busy” y/n chuckled nervously The plague doctor nodded “I have missed our discussions it seems everyone is so busy or no one is available to talk to” he sighed this pained you to hear that sigh you felt guilty your heart raced abit “y/n” he spoke softly just saying your name your heart raced abit faster “y…yea?” you replied he looked out the window as you were doing “you can talk to me you know you can even come to me if you need help I will always here there what kind of doctor would I be if I wasn’t anyways?” 049 spoke softly

This eased you his voice overall was pleasing to listen to despite his vibe he gave off you could listen to him all day his voice soothed your soul “Thanks doctor that means a lot” Y/n smiled

With that the two talked more and 049 shared some information about the pestilence with y/n and his trips around the world after awhile when they finished their lunch 049 had to go back to his cell

“Do come see me more y/n it’s always a pleasure talking to you” the plague doctor said “of course 049 I will it’s always a pleasure talking to you to” you replied with that he was escorted back to his cell you smiled to yourself and now more determined then ever to get your work done to visit the plague doctor once more.

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Chapter 1: Ad Terminum

Autumn.

While all the seasons had their charms, it was autumn that you always held a slight preference for compared to the others. Perhaps it was the fiery colors of the leaves or the warming cinnamon drinks that came out for you to enjoy when the weather turned, or maybe the release of the heat and humidity of summer that let you delve into your vast collection of sweaters and long pants at your leisure. Though it hadn’t always been the case, you had come to appreciate the comfort of the mild chill and falling leaves in your late youth, as once upon a time the idea of returning to school made you detest this season long before winter could suck the remaining light and warmth from the world.

Alas, even these small things had a limit, each as fleeting as the season itself. Leaves would run out and become soggy, brown clumps under the damp morning dew, drinks would rotate away to the next holiday-appropriate flavor–ugh, peppermint–the chill would turn to frost, frost beget sleet and sleet inevitably became snow. Like everything in your life, this brief moment of perfection–perfect weather, perfect trees, perfect stillness–would end and you’d be left waiting for the next one to find you. Perhaps in late winter when the sun was coming back and you caught that ideal, windless morning where the snow was powdery and pristine so the cold didn’t make you hate existing on the material plane.

Anymore than normal that is.

That was one reason you’d decided it was worth it to go for a walk at all, hunkered into your favorite worn-out sweater with headphones thrumming away to whichever random track the shuffle dictated. This time of day was calm; the midday rush of drivers going to work was over, kids were in school, and the denizens remaining were too busy raking leaves or getting ‘one last grill in’ to be out to bother you. Any remaining locals were probably busy getting ready for the only truly important part of the season–the thing you secretly looked forward to every year, even if you always ended up going alone.

Eerie Fest.

Small towns being what they were, it was rare to have anything to look forward to that didn’t involve sports, school or the local clergy hosting some event or another, but there was always one thing that each place had that was unique in only the way small towns could manage: quirky local traditions. In this case, your favorite event–the thing you waited for every year without fail–was Eerie Fest. The one community event that wasn’t coordinated by tired high schoolers or overly-friendly church moms, it was open for any and all to participate in, sponsored by the town itself to keep local flavor alive.

Or something like that.

At one time, it was a standard farming-town-produce-market type thing but after a particularly heavy frost pushed the showcase back and ruined the crops somewhat, some of the townsfolk had the idea to make up for the losses by having autumn themed games to turn over some revenue. Next thing anyone knew, kiosks of food and drink popped up, local Halloween enthusiasts put on shows and walked around in costume, and then it became indistinguishable from Halloween itself. Each year a theme was voted on and adhered to, volunteers would help set up and assign jobs to prepare for the event in early October, and the neighboring towns flocked in for food, booze and scares. Actual scares. Eerie Fest was not for kids, they always said.

Kind of bullshit, you knew, but the effort was appreciated. That was the true reason you had even wanted to go out for a walk in the first place, the weather being a nice bonus that motivated you out of your comfy hovel of blankets and Disney movies to brave the outdoors and the chance it was crispy and windy as all get-out. While not paid work, volunteers could get tips, and you’d hoped for a chance to prove yourself as a force to be reckoned with in costume and creep by preparing a bizarre creature sewn together in a fevered rush of creativity once you’d woken from an oddly vivid dream of the thing. It’s not as if you had a job at the moment, much to your dismay, but this! This could be the nudge you needed to start something, to make things!

With any luck, your fabric-and-plastic quadruped critter would earn you just enough attention to start sewing and crafting full-time. You just needed to get to the sign up before it got full. The venue location was, supposedly, in a new place this year; someone had convinced the city library to permit them to host in the forest behind the building as it was a decent bit of walking space rife with trees that really fulfilled the ‘fall festival’ aesthetic quota. Of course it would be a small town library that took up shop in an old, run down house–a ‘historical landmark’ site–that had an estate attached to it that put the local parks to shame. None of those fancy new buildings with free wifi and vending machines here.

You knew it well enough, though, having spent many an afternoon picking through the old books covered in dust and leather at the very back of the collection. Convincing the librarian to let a 16-year-old handle such old volumes was a chore paid in volunteer hours for the summer so if anything happened to them, the insurance would cover it, but you felt it was worth it. Then again, part of you felt that those long afternoons and evenings and weekends tending to creaking shelves and inventory rotations did you no favors in befriending your classmates.

The other part of you doubted that feeling altogether just on principle. There were no sleepovers, no after-school snacks at a friend’s house, no riding bikes to the gas station to buy cheap candy with the change you fished out of the couch cushions–not with company anyway. No, there was nothing you were missing out on that the library was getting in the way of. It had spared you the embarrassment of being rejected if you’d dared ask to join in.

The library was a good place.

Though it loomed overhead like it had been peeled from a classic horror movie and slapped into a suburban neighborhood, all iron gates and black trimming in desperate need of a paint job, it was familiar to you. Welcoming. Close for the day–it was Sunday after all–but even so you felt a bit happier just coming by, wrapping your fingers around the chilly twisted fence while popping an earbud out to listen. “Long time no see,” you said quietly, almost anticipating the house to respond in some way even though you knew it couldn't. Despite your aptitude for the Dewey Decimal System, the library could only allow volunteers that were under the age of 18 to work there for some sort of confounded legal reason; once you were of-age, you had to be employed properly and there was ‘simply no budget’ for another librarian in such a small town. After that, your visits became less frequent, the old librarian–Mrs. Thompson–retiring not long after you graduated only to be replaced by the study para from your school of all people.

You didn’t much care for that para, and she didn’t much care for you either. Especially when you corrected her filing method in passing after she’d taken over the desk that should have had your dear Mrs. Thompson behind it. The library had grown uncomfortable after that, so your visits diminished until they stopped altogether, this being the first time you’d even been in the area in well over a year. You hoped the old house didn’t hold a grudge for your disappearance, but there was to way to know unless it had somehow taken up English in the last few years.

It had not.

After a long moment of glancing around the front of the property, seeing the peeling gray-white paint and black trimming that had come apart along the porch’s front molding, the pots that you knew had once held real plants–you watered them diligently over the summer–long dead and replaced by fake plastic and silk ficuses, the patches of dead grass in a weedy lawn and the dark windows drawn closed with heavy curtains you could only faintly make out, you felt a kind of sorrow. In some way, the library wasn’t there. Asleep. It didn’t notice you, didn’t hear you, too consumed by the neglect of the caretaker who couldn’t be bothered to dust the shelves if it didn’t hold whatever new YA romance novels and New York Times nonsense paperbacks were popular at the time.

What I wouldn't give to get in there and just clean it up a bit, you thought, hand falling from the rail as you followed the cement and iron wall that surrounded the yard to the walkway that would lead to the private wood. Willing as you were with the time to do it, cleaning up would require talking to the new librarian–’new’ being a relative term by now, it had been a good six years or so since the changing of the guard–and you simply couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

The walkway darted straight along the wall, inclined slightly to follow the hill the forest sat on that would give you a clear view of the house, which was partly built into the hill itself in the back. Assuming it was the same as you remembered, you knew there was a room in that part of the house that held the very old, rare books that needed special permission to use as the room was always cool and dark and dry. For a moment, the dead leaves and cold air scent that had been your company for the walk was replaced by the faint memory of old paper, dust and bourbon. Mrs. Thompson swore up and down that the smell was due to the original owner using that room to store their liquor collection but you were never 100% sure after finding a flask tucked into a drawer of the desk in the corner of the storeroom with the letters MT engraved on it. Part of you wondered if, by some miracle, it might still be there waiting for a swig to be taken after a long night of cataloging and inventory. A wry smile turned your lips at the idea but like all of your thoughts at the moment, you pushed it aside, as it necessitated talking to the librarian.

Sarah Duhrn was not getting the satisfaction of your curiosity.

Leaves crunched and crumpled as you hiked the mild incline, the solid thud of boot-to-ground changing from cement to dirt as you moved off the regulated path onto the worn down trail formed by years of feet coming through and forging their own way, sidewalks be damned. Eventually it would level out and lead to a flattened portion of land where the fest was being held but that would still take a bit of walking to reach, your knees already aching as the leaves, now wet and matted with mud that never dried beneath the canopy, slid around underfoot. Banging your shins and getting soggy were not part of the game plan, but the sliding and stopping that jerked your body around like some kind of stringless puppet was almost worse in a way.

I don’t need to roll my ankle again, you told yourself, nails digging into the bark of a sturdy maple while you caught your breath.

With a not-insignificant amount of effort, you managed to drag your way to more stable ground at the top of the hill. At least here there was some semblance of a hiking path still etched into the ground, flattening the rise enough to allow you to balance on your own two feet properly. Begrudgingly, you took the time to scrape mud and detritus from your shoes against an upturned root, losing precious minutes of walking time simply to ensure you didn’t slip any more than the autumn ground already intended for you. Hopefully there would be positions open by the time you arrived at the fairgrounds that wouldn’t involve interacting with attendees sans costume, but none of it mattered if you busted your face or ankles up before then by being careless.

Satisfied with what you did manage to scour off your worn tennis shoes, you took a look around for an indicator of where the festival was going to be; vaguely, you recalled someone in the cafe where you’d heard about the sign up saying it was up in the old campgrounds, deep in the woods where the town’s lights wouldn’t interrupt the ambiance, but where that actually was you had no idea. “Summer camp” wasn’t really your thing growing up, even if it was technically just a four day weekend behind the library. Too many kids from school you didn’t feel like being in close quarters with, uninterrupted, for days at a time to make it worthwhile.

Taking a guess you weren't up far enough, you pointed your toes uphill and began to march, pondering the other details of the event you remembered from the cafe poster. Any other year, you might have passed up on the endeavor simply because the effort wasn’t worth it, but upon seeing the theme that had been voted on, you felt a glimmer of true excitement. For the first time in five years, they’d passed on the milquetoast ‘harvest’ and ‘pumpkin patch’ themes and dove back to the true root of Eerie Fest: actually being scary.

This year, they picked The Hedgerow House.

More of an urban legend than a scary story, there was hardly a teen or college freshman in the county who didn’t know about that macabre place–it was the main reason the campground had been so sought after this year. There was an old multi-story lodge on the property that was being decorated to resemble the forbidden building of legend, with the decor and spooksters–the nickname for the costumed actors given to them by well-meaning parents–being assigned a role as one of the denizens of the house itself. Supposedly, the goings-on of The Hedgerow House were the stuff of nightmares that only the most versed and prolific of horror fans would appreciate, from missing persons to mutilations, cult activity, inhuman creatures and enthusiastic cannibalism; each telling of the house was a bit different yet all claimed to be true. They couldn’t possibly water down this theme! Your excitement for a truly awful, memorable, unsettling Eerie Fest experience was all you wanted. To participate in something you actually cared about.

You were already called a monster by enough people in town, it only made sense to finally cash in on that title.

A rapid beeping struck your ear out of the blue, startling you from your thoughts. What was that? Reaching for your earbuds, you felt a bitter hand of worry grip your neck. One of them was gone! How? When?! Turning to look down the path, the worry grew into a near panic. How in the world could you find your lost headphone in this mess!?

You had to try, or that incessant beeping would continue as the paired headset tried to sync up again and again, fruitlessly. Muttering swears at your own misfortune, you trudged back to approximately where you cleaned your shoes, finding the mud scrapes relatively easily. The beeping stopped as you did, meaning the damn thing was hiding out somewhere nearby; it was bright white, so it should stand out pretty well against the dirt and leaves–right?

Even if it did, that didn’t spare you the time it took to rifle through the masses of plant matter, feeling the wet odor of decaying plant life cling to your sleeves and seep under your nails. Three–five–ten minutes later, it finally turned up, somehow nestled safely under the very root you’d used to clean your shoes. For a moment, you swore it hadn’t been there before, but you were too relieved to find it to question whether your eyes were playing tricks or if the forest had mischievous critters hiding around every bush that enjoyed your misery. Cleaning it off, you put it back in your ear–cold! Ugh.

You rose from the ground, losing hope you’d get to sign up on time at all at this rate.

The ground shifted.

Sopping leaves skid over each other, taking your foot with them with a crunch as gravel and twigs gave way. Your knee burned, taking the brunt of the slide you unwillingly found yourself having. Everything went pear-shaped as you landed with a whump on your back at the foot of the hill, staring up at the gray autumn sky between the treetops. Taking a slow breath, a guttural curse wound its way out of your throat.

“FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!”

Carefully, you sat up, wincing; the pain was mild, mostly just bumps and a wicked rug burn thanks to your jeans greeting the hillside on behalf of your thigh, but your pride hurt the most. How in blue blazes did you manage to fall down the damn hill so easily?!

Coming outside was a mistake, you decided, peeling your wet backside off the leafy ground with all the grace of a newborn horse. Home was sounding better and better by the minute, but as you peered up the way you came, you found this side to be the rear of the hill–and that it was overgrown with tall grass wherever the hillside itself hadn’t crumbled away into muddy shelves between gnarled roots. There was no way to climb back up without a ridiculous amount of struggle, enough so that you briefly contemplated just going to the campground anyway to spare yourself the hassle of walking around to managable ground.

Looking around for some indicator of what to do, your eyes glanced off of something odd hanging from a nearby tree. Picking over roots and fallen branches to keep yourself from tripping back into the mire, you approached the thingamabob as your brow creased. It was a sign–literally! Dangling from a single bolt so it swayed idly in the wind, the wooden arrow had been painted with a grayish wash and the words “The Hedgerow House” in blue, but it was chipped around the edges and worn out in places as if someone had taken a belt sander to it.

That’s probably exactly what they did, you realized, playing with it curiously. The sign was hanging upside down, pointing the opposite way from where it would if it had been secured properly.

This presented a mild dilemma. Assuming the sign was placed there on purpose by the crew to help wayward hikers like yourself find their way, that would make it a recent addition put there as part of the event. If that were the case, you had to wonder if the hanging sign effect was deliberate as a part of the horror theme, playing into the idea of worn out warning signs protagonists usually ignored or missed during their unfortunate descent into the terrors awaiting them. That being the case, the upside down arrow would be pointing in the right direction–the way you had been planning to go.

But a deep part of you felt like no one on the planning committee was that clever and the sign had simply been poorly secured, meaning it was indicating the opposite direction. The thought you’d been mistaken and had been walking off into the woods because you didn’t know where the campsite was supposed to be somehow made you both angry with yourself and almost disappointed you hadn't managed to go missing through pure stupidity. Maybe then someone would have cared enough to ask if you were safe and actually invest in your wellbeing.

Alas.

The missing headphone might have saved them the trouble, sparing you from a more embarrassing situation altogether by dropping you down the hill to see the sign in the first place. Deciding it was negligence making it hang off its support and not clever design work–honestly, how many people wouldn’t immediately think it was supposed to be read while hanging the correct way?--you turned your body toward the deeper part of the forest and started your march once again, keeping an eye and ear open for chatter and signs of human activity. Hopefully this hiccup would pan out and you could slip into one of the monster roles before someone else took the good ones.

The Hedgerow House, according to the collective zeitgeist online dedicated to sharing the stories about it, had a decent number of supposed residents in its walls. For a while, you’d been under the impression it was simply a new creepypasta based on how it reached your ear via overheard chatter between classes, but after a particularly stressful night of crap math assignments and a consideration that your English teacher was either an idiot or insane with how much they wanted your class to analyze every color choice of the cast’s clothing in… whatever book you’d been made to read at the time that you couldn't recall, you’d found yourself researching the name in an effort to amuse yourself. ‘Deep’ was not the word for the rabbit hole you found yourself in for the next few hours proceeding that google search. Only the faintest of anecdotes laced these tales together at all, making the pool of proof rather shallow, but there had certainly been enough to make one of those red string cork boards crazy people were shown having when they desperately wanted a connection to be made that supported their conspiracy.

Tidbits of information welled up as you dug through your memories to try and sort out what you wanted to be at the fair; fixation was rare for you, as it was hard to maintain interest in something when there was no one to share it with, so like many things you tried to ‘get into’ through the years the research binge had lost its spark and faded into your memory over time. That didn’t stop the occasional resurgence though, as you had alerts for that topic still saved in your phone, even to this day. If something about that house came up at all, you eventually heard about it and got a refresher of the details–just poor luck you supposed that it had been a few years since the last real ‘update’.

Surprised by the fact it was not some Slenderman-type phenomenon where a fake spooky thing got popular enough that people forgot if it was real or not, this one was a genuine urban legend. Not even the ‘made up urban legend that became popular’ self-feeding loop where no one knew if it was the story or the content that came first. By your research, The Hedgerow House was a true creepy tale, possibly an amalgam of smaller stories about murder houses and missing persons being attributed to one place by retelling-telephone; it had been around for ages with sightings and news clippings dating back to the Great Depression and turn of the century at least. Hell, at this point, you felt that if it came out to be a really elaborate hoax you’d want to shake the hand of whoever did it simply for the effort they went through to convince everyone it was a real tale.

You’d still be mad though.

According to your vague memory of research, the earliest note of the elusive house had to do with another legend of The Blank Man somewhere in Colorado’s mountains and ranch country. Supposedly, if one wandered out to pasture late at night under a full moon, they’d risk meeting The Blank Man, a tall figure dressed in the duster and hat of a cowboy from the late 1800s whose face was just a bit off. Never, ever invite a stranger met at night to the campfire, you recalled, the stories themselves sharing that the stranger would stroll up out of the dark, all manners and agreeable words, sometimes with a horse or mule that was also off in some way, though other times he was alone. If allowed to sit, the others at the fire would be engaged in conversation about this and that but slowly notice the stranger just didn’t quite feel right.

Odd movements, facial features that appeared to change location or color or shape, too many fingers or not enough; the animal with him would be too large or too skinny, sometimes lacking fur or eyes altogether, also changing slightly every time someone dared to look at it. Eventually, the campers would realize the stranger’s features had simply given up and slipped away entirely, revealing a blank face under the brim of the hat like a mannequin. At that point, the stories about this cryptid man varied based on the reactions of the group he sat with.

If they reacted negatively to this faceless man, it ended very poorly for all of them. The details for being rude to the stranger you couldn’t really remember, but most of them were only shared in news reports of missing people being found days later after going to pasture and not returning. Cattle drivers in particular were pretty concerned about the presence of The Blank Man, as he supposedly liked to follow them, which he was wont to do when treated with respect. Pointing out his facelessness without freaking out had mixed results, some saying he’d leave out of shame and others swearing they had shit luck for days afterward with animals dying or feeling sick. The interesting part to you, though, were the two snippets that featured accounts where the campers had been unbothered.

The first was told by an older ranch hand, the kind who wouldn’t be out of place in a John Wayne movie, that had seen more things than any man should see out in the wilds of the Rockies and so was unphased by the appearance of The Blank Man. Outwardly anyway. At the time, he’d been alone at his post, watching for coyotes or other trouble that had been bothering the herd while his comrades had made camp further up wind. When the stranger approached, the usual chicanery commenced, the ranch hand noting the man’s eyes would often go dark and his face warp if stared at for too long. The ranch hand offered the man coffee, keeping his eyes on the cattle, and reported the conversation was slow but interesting. By the end, when the facelessness was revealed, the hand said he’d given the stranger a long look before offering him a refill of coffee.

Having run out of words and drink, the stranger left shortly after, thanking the ranch hand for his hospitality and disappearing into the night. Thereafter, they claimed the drive went off without a hitch, as if the predators had all given up on chasing them down; at the end of the article, the man swore up and down that when he looked behind him he’d see a rider on a dark horse that he couldn't make out as one of his fellows taking up the rear position. None of them would admit to being the one down that way, so he’d taken to pouring a cup of coffee at the fire each night for ‘the helpful stranger’ covering their asses.

The second notable story like that was very similar, however it happened to a group of campers that all swore by the same note that a man with an unreadable face had ridden past them on a tall, withered horse while they were roasting hotdogs and stopped just outside the fire light. They offered him a soda and a frank but he declined, telling them a moment later to not cross the river at the bridge nearby, which had startled all of them at the time as they were all backpacking that way for their outing and had been planning to do just that but didn’t say as much. Thanking him for the warning, he rode on; none of them could agree what he looked like, but they did collectively note he was tall and seemed just a bit off, which they chalked up to a trick of the light. The next day, they found the bridge they’d been warned about and opted to hike down river to the next crossing; later it was confirmed the tresses of the bridge had given out due to intense rain in the preceding weeks, causing it to collapse when another group tried to cross. One of them drowned as a result.

You were personally fond of the cryptids that had manners and rules as they were more interesting than the ‘fuck you and die’ kind.

How did those stories tie back to The Hedgerow House though? That had been your curiosity after reading the tales of camping gone wrong. From your reading of the research, stories about people with empty faces and bizarre fae-like rules of engagement had been appended to The Blank Man over the years, regardless of where they were from or if other features made sense such as the cowboy hat and weird animal companion being noted in the story or not. This evolution of the story had The Blank Man stop his moonlit meetups in favor of welcoming travelers into his cabin, usually on long, dark and rainy nights or when the person in question was in distress. Naturally.

What occurred thereafter was roughly in line with the original stories: unusual facial features, odd behavior or body proportions, polite attitude and a general dislike of people pointing out he was ugly or had no face. Most of the house-related tales devolved into hearsay along the way with none of them having many first-hand accounts due to the victims all supposedly dying. The method of death at least remained consistent, which you felt was the reason they were attributed to the same monster at all in the end.

The quality of terror dropped off significantly when the house-related stories got more common, likely as a result of people making up things to add to the lore so to say, but The Blank Man wasn’t the only victim of this habit. While noting down the other residents attributed to the house, you’d found a vague pattern in all of them where some regional critter or killer devolved from unique local terror to a D-grade horror trope after being forced into the ‘spooky house in the woods’ role. The most bizarre part of it though was the consistent description of the house itself that was used.

Indeed, the corkboard of red string had at least one major commonality justifying its metaphorical existence, and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out if it was a coincidence or if all the fans had decided to default to the same description once they made up their minds about it. Regardless of the reason, it was certainly interesting to see each collection of stories describe the giant, paint-peeling walls, torn up yard of old fountains and sidewalks, the gothic roof and prevalent insistence of a gate bordered by dark hedges that separated the property from the surrounding woods. There was a reason it was called The Hedgerow House afterall.

Of all the things you learned about the collection of nasty things supposedly occupying this house at one time or another, it was the house itself that you kept coming back to each time you got an alert for it. Killer cryptids were great and all, but rarely did you find a literal building being called anything other than haunted, so you grew fond of the property more so than the supposed residents. While the denizens all eventually ended up assigned to the house somewhere along the way, only a few started in one right from the get-go. Most specifically, The Butcher and The Puzzlemaster–their stories strongly featured houses matching the description of the infamous residence, which you felt couldn’t be an accident given they were from opposite ends of the country and predated the internet itself.

By your own research, you would have thought The Puzzlemaster was some west coast tribute to H. H. Holmes and the Saw franchise had it not been for the shocking footnote that the original tale of the ‘house of infinite rooms’ was dated to the 1860s. Holmes had barely gotten out of diapers by then, and with some amount of conspiratorial thinking you’d wondered if he’d heard of this story growing up and if it led to his infamous murder hotel later in life. You’d been disappointed to learn Holmes was born in New Hampshire while Washington wasn’t even a state yet, making it extremely unlikely that the two were even remotely related. After your pride had recovered, you’d been able to find references to the house itself buried between the recountings of locals who claimed their own houses mysteriously acquired new rooms they didn’t recognize or remember and nurses at the hospital discussing the bizarre psychosis symptoms of some of the patients who talked about looping corridors and horrific puzzles that coincided with injuries they sustained.

All of them mentioned looking out a window and seeing a wrought iron gate framed by hedges, regardless of whether they had one or not themselves. This particular feature also appeared in the New England tale of The Butcher, who started out as a typical serial killer story until you backtraced it enough to some extremely old accounts of stories told of settlers–not by, unfortunately–who’d encounter a man in the woods wearing trapper furs and carrying an ax–more often than not they lost one of their party while fleeing. Given how old and vague these particular stories were, it was a wonder that any of them managed to cling to the idea that the manic woodsman was a miserable bloke that cut up people in his basement to use their meat for his dinner.

That basement, of course, belonging to a house with an iron gate framed by hedges in the front.

Over and over, the gate and hedges popped up eventually. Some of the details beyond that would come and go, such as the color of the house itself or the quality of the yardwork, but it always came back to the gate and the hedges without fail. Thus, The Hedgerow House.

The house that sat in the woods, alone, surrounded by dark hedges that never died, hugging an unrusting iron gate that opened only for the wayward and unlucky fools fated to walk its halls, never to return.

Or at least, most of them didn’t. The few stand alone accounts of the house that weren’t appended to other stories–the origin of the description if nothing else–all came from supposed survivors. People that had gone missing in the woods specifically, never from the same area, yet all absolutely certain they found an iron gate and hedges that let them into the yard. One of them had claimed he was let in by a man in a wide-brimmed hat with no face–in Michigan.

That was what had sparked the internet to lose their minds about the implication of a house that never stayed put full of monsters that snatched people out of the woods, tortured them, and then once in a while decided to let them go home. Any of the folks recovered from these supposed ordeals couldn’t recall details beyond the gate they first found and if someone or something had decided to come after them after they entered; beyond three days, they couldn’t remember anything at all, yet continued to carry the psychological effects of their trauma for years after. Folklore enthusiasts, ghost hunters and horror fans alike all pooled their knowledge together to determine the identity of the thing or things inside the residence based on the commonalities between stories matching the description of the house or the behavior of the monster within, resulting in the modern account of The Hedgerow House’s nine potential residents and their preferred methods of torture for the hapless victim they chose.

All of it was a fascinating case study of how scary stories evolved over time and you loved it for that, but more than anything you sought comfort in the macabre existence of the house for getting you through some rough patches growing up. Alerts seemed to come up whenever you were particularly downtrodden after something or other going on in your life that you couldn’t really control decided to mess up your plans and sense of comfort, which was rare enough as is. The idea of a house full of misfit monsters that existed outside of human rationale made you feel that somewhere out there was a place where you could fit in properly.

A laugh roused you from your thoughts as you trudged the unmarked path through the trees in the vague direction of the campground; a good amount of time had passed while you reminded yourself why you were going through the trouble of coming out this way at all simply to try and participate in an event themed around your beloved freak show collection. The sound had been your own voice as you mocked yourself for thinking there was anywhere for you to live peacefully, when you knew at its core that things like The Hedgerow House simply didn’t exist and the monsters in the stories were all made up at some point or another by people who didn’t know any better. There would be no reprieve for people like you.

You could never be so lucky.

The forest was oddly dark, you thought, peering up at the dense growth of the canopy that robbed you of the daylight. At least the setting would be decently atmospheric if it was this far into the trees. Some part of you was beginning to doubt, however. Unaware of the campground’s location or not, surely you’d have found another sign or some sort of activity by now, right? Had the sign tricked you after all??

That would be embarrassing.

To your relief, as you made your way around a large fallen log your eye strayed ahead to a collection of bushes–beyond which sat a large, worn out house. Grinning faintly, you sighed, glad to know you hadn’t managed to fuck up after all. Hopefully. Even if the house was visible, there was little else indicating whether or not anyone had even been around at all today.

With a sick chill, your heart began to pound. Had you fucked up anyway and gotten the wrong date? Was it next week? No, no, that would be short notice. No time to plan.

Maybe they’d quit early and simply went home?

Passing the bushes, you swallowed, finding your throat dry. Stuffing your earbuds into your pocket, you listened and looked, seeing no signs of tables or decorations. Not even a sign up kiosk.

Well, you decided, I can at least check out the locale.

The house was definitely in need of some TLC, but that worked out perfectly in your opinion, the walls worn and faded, showing bare wood underneath. One of the steps to the porch was pulled up at the edge, showing rusted nails and a cobweb tucked underneath; it probably creaked nicely when stepped on. Very spooky. If you did a good enough check, maybe they’d let you assist in planning the decorations? Really spruce up the hell house, take advantage of advanced warning about busted pipes and holes in the floor.

Reaching out to the dirty metal knob on the door, you felt a breeze sweep by, the leaves rustling and falling in that hissing cascade that always marked when something odd or mystical was about to happen. How fitting. You turned the knob, finding it unlocked.

Behind you, the sound of an old metal gate scraping the ground went unnoticed.

#gore #here there be monsters #horror comedy #monster x y/n #creative writing #macabre #THH #the hedgerow house #y/n story #misfits #I'm sure this will go fine

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busy days | marc spector x f!reader

Warnings : mentions of steven and Jake, but marc is fronting, ANGST, before harrow, ammit, and they already know about eachother

Summary : feels like the boys doesn't care for you anymore, read to find out!

"Sorry sweetheart, Khonshu needs me"

"Oh, y/n, I'm so sorry but I can't go"

"Sorry, maybe we'll do it on Wednesday? I'm busy"

And so many other. You feel empty. Back before all of this, you used to cuddle every night, be all lovely, and even when this happened he still tried as hard as he could to get an extra minute to spend with you. But now, it's as if he doesn't even bother.

Even now, everything is some how your fault. When you gave him a book, a simple book at his birthday he was angry. After he told you about his mom, you understood, and that was your fault.

You couldn't do this anymore. He's always busy with work and, the only person that truly makes an effort is steven.

Still that wasn't enough. One time, he told you he asked you if you wanted to go on a date, and you obviously said yes, but, no one was by your side when you left the restaurant.

One time you held a birthday party, and you invited some friends from work and him. But no one came. If it was your co workers it would make sense, but your own boyfriend?

And, finally when he was home, you finally picked up the courage to tell him.

"Marc? " You said. He has not been Marc for a long time, he's often 'baby' or 'love'. You'd expect for him to notice, but he doesn't, getting a cold reply "what? Can't you see I'm tired".

"Marc. I think I need to take a break" You said, sitting on the couch. "Sleep" The guy said. "Marc! How-how much of an idiot can you be! You spread all of your love and care and when you come home there's none left for me! So I'm ending this! It's for the better anyways" You said. Strong, strong, you are strong, y/n you repeated to yourself.

"What? For the better? You're breaking up with me? " Marc says In shock, as his eyes move to you. "Yes, Marc, I'm breaking up with all of you".

"No, no, no, i-ill fix this, i-what do you want I can give it to you" He begs. "For you to stay here for at least one week at a row" You said,simple, just one week.

"Love, you know khonshu is not negotiable" Marc says, walking closer to you. "Then, neither is our relationship" You cried. And you felt so defeated when you let him hug you.

"This is our first hug in a few months, funny how it's when we're about to break up" You scolded. "No were not, we're not going to break up, I'm going to talk to khonshu, we're gonna be just fine"

"No, Marc, I need to take a break, and, I need a little getaway too, we're not breaking up I just, need space" You said, ending the long hug.

"Okay, I understand, but please come back, yeah?" The accent changed, and suddenly it was steven. "Of course ill comeback".

You didn't. You haven't came back since that awful night. And that was six months ago.

And finally Marc gets a taste of his own medicine. He has never felt more lonlier. Sure he had steven and Jake, but, he felt empty.

These days, Jake has been fronting the most. It's because he's the strongest mentally and physically amongst the three. So, Jake has been cruel. Now he works more for khonshu, and kills people without a single drop of mercy.

Steven has been miserable, he never really talks anymore, when he fronts he gets drunk, he's just a messed up guy now.

But there you were, talking to khonshu in a small, dark, alley.

"Y/n" The tall god says. "What? Now you stalk your avatar exes?" You said. "Sorry, he didn't say anything about breaking up. But it is important to me that Marc does well and lately he hasn't. You promised to come back"

"And so does he, he promised to go home and ne an actual caring boyfriend for me, and its not even his fault. It's because of you! He can't even stay home for three days before you ask him to do your work, but that doesn't mean I stopped loving him! And as selfish as this sounds I hope he's feeling miserable because I've never felt so alone and so terrible! " You said wanting to leave. B

Suddenly, someone grabbed your wrist. "Oh funny! You're here! Did you set this up? " You looked at Marc, then khonshu. "I'll go now" The God says, disappearing into thin air.

"Are you guys besties now? Partner in crime? " You scoffed. "Y/n I'm sorry, please just listen"." Fine, I bet I won't even hear a thing anyways" You looked away.

"If you come back with me I'll stop working for him" Marc says, half begging, half demanding. "M-marc that's not fair, Steven loves this whole thing with Egyptian gods, Jake practically worships him, you can't just quit it"

"I can actually, if that means I can have you back just please" He begged. "Marc.. You swear you love me right? ", " Right", "that's all I need to know. Go back to khonshu, cause, you gotta love your self too and you, Steven, and Jake kinda love this job" You said.

"We-we kinda love this job but we love you! Please y/n" Marc cries, which was a rare thing. "I love you too, but I just can't, alright? We should just stay what we used to be before this chaotic thing and I know that wouldn't happens so no, we can't go back with each other.

You left, expecting miracle to happen,but, the world just got darker.

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project-neo · 1 year

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POKEMON Red X Reader X Blue [NSFW and panikattacks] (pleas don't interact if you are a minor or don't feel comfortable please wait for a future uplode. English ist NOT my first language so please excuse grammatical errors. Now have fun)

Side Infos: Red, blue and you are all 17 year's old. Red has not stayed up Mt. Silver for long because you always get him back down. Both of the boys have a huge crush on you. You are mute thanks to you being born with extreme lose vocal cords. However you can speak. You just cough up blood. Now Lets get started.

It all started wen you, Blue and Red were out of Pallet town just on route 1. Red just beat Blue in the Indigo league. Rigth after the figth both confessed they're feelings for you. But you couldn't decide, so the Two of them started to share you.

This is now 2 years in the past. You 3 were sitting at you house and just chilling wen Red pulls you into a hug. Normally he is not that affectionate, wich made you and Blue concerned. But Red seems relaxt and calm wich made the both of you relax as well. You lehnt into Red's embrace and cuddled up to his chest while Blue put his head on the Black haired boy's lap.

It all was good untill the lights went out. That scared the shit out of Blue. The Orange haired boy jumped and his hand lendet on red's private part. You grabt Blue and pulled him of Red. Blue was so scared he didn't even realise that you and Red were trying to not only get the power back up, but also to calm him down. Only once Red's hand stared playing with his hair, Blue started to calm down.

You ran to the fusebox and got the power back on. The you ran back to your 2 Boyfriends. What you saw made you heard melt. Blue sitting on Red's lap, clinging on to him like a Koala to his stamp.

You sat down next to the two. You put your hand on Blue's arms, ribbing them gently. Red smiled at you. You nodded in response. Blue seem to become calmer by the Minute. Then it happened. Red kisst Blue. The eyes of the younger boy opened up do to the surprise. But once the Older Boy let go of the Orange haired boy's Lipp's, Blue pulled him back, putting his Hand's around the Black haired boy's neck.

You just sat there and watched both of the going from kissing to a hot make out session. And you loved it. Finally you see the two people that you love the most, going from friends to lovers. Blue's hand wandered from Red's neck to his private part, touching it lightly. Red moaned in to the kiss, relaxing into Blue's touch.

You got up and let you hands under Blue's Shirt playing with his body. Blue started moving his body, knowing he can't escape you touch. While moving, blue touched Red's private Part once more. Red couldn't hold back anymore. He pusht the both of you onto the Couch.

Let's say the nigth was extremely long! 😉😩😏

#Pokemon #Pokemon_redxbluexreader #pokemon red #Pokemonblue #trainer x reader #y/n story #pokemon yaoi #polyamarous

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If You Dance I'll Dance (Apolo Hidalgo X Reader)

Summary : A dance is coming up and Apolo wants to asked Y/n but she's already got a date, but Y/n wants to go with Apolo

Warning: jealous, kissing, fighting

Pronouns: she / her

Paring: Apolo Hidalgo and Y/N Y/L/N

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Y/N Pov

Tonight is the day of the dance I don't really want to go to this stupid dance but my friend Dani instead I go to this. All I want to do is order pizza and watch movies til I fall asleep.

But other things is that I don't want to get my heart broken by a serton Hidalgo boy. He is too young for me to go out but I can't help but feel this feeling in my stomach.

"So you go a date tonight?" Dani asked as I close my locker to face Dani and Raquel my other best friend.

"Does it matter if I have a date?" I asked raising a brow. Dani looking at me with the look saying you-need-a-date-or-else.

"Tonight is the last night to be free!" Dani told me throwing her arms in the air.

I cross my arms and lean against the wall while my two friends stand in front of me.

"I don't even want to go with anyone" I told them which that was a lie as I want to go with Apolo but again I don't want too.

"What about Apolo? You too are quiet close why don't you asked him to the dance?" Raquel said. I shut my eyes for sec wishing Raquel never said that.

Since Raquel is with Ares she has made me and Dani hanging out with at he's house with Apol there.

"Raquel he's 16 and I'm 18!" I said throwing my arms in the air.

"So?" Raquel said with a brow raise.

"So! I can't go with a minor what would everyone say?" I said looking around in the hall.

"Fuck everyone" Raquel said while she tries to give me a gentle smile.

"No I can't " I said shaking my head. I look to the side to she my class mate Dylan walking with a smile on my face and the only way to get out of this Apolo situation us to go with someone else.

"Dylan!" I called out. He turn to me with the same smile he has on all the time.

"Yeah" He said. Raquel and Dani looked at me confuse what I am doing but I ignored them.

"Got a date tonight?" I asked but he shakes he's head no.

"Well you can be mine meet you at six in the gym" I said with a smile. Dylan chuckle and gave me a wink.

As he walked away I turn back to the girls that have a shock and scared dace on.

"What?" I asked them.

"You that was Dylan and you know what he is like with girls!?" Dani said pointed out. I rolled my eyes that they would believe those rumours.

"Those are just rumours" I said rolling my eyes.

"I still think you should of when with Apolo" Raquel said making me huff.

"Speak of the devil" Dani said.

I turn around to see Apolo walking down the hall with a pair of flowers in her hand with that stupid smile he has on.

Well shit.

Apolo Pov

I was walking down the halls with some flowers in my hand. I am going to asked Y/N to the dance and may be tonight to asked her to be my girlfriend.

I have been crushing on her for so long now, since I moved schools and Raquel invite her out I just can't stop this feeling inside me.

I see her standing against the wall with Raquel and Dani there talking. Her hair flow down her back makes me want to just touch it. Smell it.

She sees me coming as she rolled her eyes as I came to stop in front of her.

"Hey Y/N" I said scratching my neck and start to go red.

My hands start to go clammy from being nervous around her. I am always nervous around her.

"Apolo" She said but she sound annoyed.

"I was wondering-" I was cut of when Y/N pulled my arm and dragged me into the near toilet. Not the boys toilet. THE GIRLS!

Y/N check if anyone is in here but it's empty. I when red as I'm in the girls toilet, with the girl I like, alone, with her!

"I know what you are you g to say Apolo" She said crossing her arms.

I gave a smile and hope for answer would be yes.

"So will you?" I asked with the flowers out for her to take.

She looks at me in my brown eyes and gave a guilty and sorrow look.

"Apolo... You are only 16 I'm 18 people will think it's weird and I don't know what you want me to say" Y/N said as my smile vanish.

"I don't care about everyone only you I care about " I said trying to reason with her.

"Apolo you may believe in love. But I don't and I can't go with you because... I am going with someone else I'm sorry " Y/N said giving me a sad look.

I lost my chance with her. Someone had to come in and take her. And even my heart is been taken over this girl.

"I'm sorry Apolo" Dhe said yet again and then she ran out the door.

I let her slip away and I feel as I crumbled underground.

Y/N Pov

I was raised to not hurt anyone. I was raise better then this and yet I hurt a sweet innocent boy that just wants to go to the dance with me.

I don't even feel like dancing or do anything and here I stand in a pretty dress on, makeup and hair done with a bord face on while Dylan stand next to me with the both of us not saying anything.

I keep looking around in hope to see those chocolate innocent eyes show up. I wish I said yes but my gut told me know. Maybe I'm scared to get in a relationship. I never believe in love but why do I feel these feelings to Apolo?

"Do you want to dance?" Dylan asked me at that time I saw him. Taking with he's brother that jas he's arm around Raquel. All I hope I was standing next to him.

"Sure" I said forcing a smile on my face.

Dylan bring me to the dance floor and both of us dance to the slow song playing. But I feel weird being touch by a different guy I don't want is wrong.

All I can think about is all the things me and Apolo have spend together during the months at he's house. All the laughs we gas laugh, the talks we had not shut up.

I now look over at Apolo and he is looking back at me but those eyes look sad, I can almost see tears going to pour out he's eyes.

I can't take it no more. I want Apolo I don't care anymore if anyone don't like it I think I want Apolo as I know he wants me.

"Stop" I said pushing Dylan out of my arms.

"I'm sorry but my heart wants someone else and its not you" I told Dylan. He chuckle at what I said.

"You made a bad mistake " He said as I turn my back about to go and find Apolo.

"Come back here" Dylan said grabbing my arm way to tight. I want to scream for someone but I can't get it out.

"Let go!" i aaud loud enough but he won't listen. I try to fight but Dylan is too strong.

Dani and Raquel we're right oh why did I not listen to them.

"She said let go!" I heard the voice of Apolo say behind me. I look iced my shoulders and see Apolo standing there with Raquel and Ares with a look that could kill someone.

"Oh sorry didn't know this whore was uses" Dylan said as my lips wide open.

Before anyone can say anything Dylan was then punch in the face by Ares. My wrist was release as I came to stand next to Apolo who wrapped he's arm around my waist.

"Say that again to her and you won't just have me to deal with" Ares said standing up where Dylan lay on the floor.

"Or what you going to do Hidalgo?" Dylan spat out.

"You won't just have to deal with the Hidalgo's you will gave to deal with me dickhead" Dani said with one of her show in her hand.

Dani had a mean smile plant on her face that could kill you and a you-hurt-my-girl-your-dead look on her face.

"I suggest you run" I said.

And that time Dani start chasing Dylan with a shoe in her hand as Dylan scream like a girl begging for mercy.

And the end Dani throw her shoe at Dylan that hit him on her head as Dylan left the gym. We were all laughing when Dani came back over.

"You okay?" Dani asked me hugging me.

"I am now" I said with a smile on my face.

"Y/N" Apolo asked as I turn to look at him.

"Would you like to dance?" Apolo asked with a shy smile on.

"Yes" I said taking he's hand.

We both walked to the floor and my arms inmidly wrapped around he's neck and we both lean our forehead against each other.

I can feel my heart beating face and I'm sure Apolo can as well. And all of a sudden I just blur out what I have been keeping locked down me.

"I love you " I said. Apolo wet he's perfect red lips while looking me in the eyes.

"I love you too. Be mine" Apolo said.

And at that moment I nodded and kiss Apolo on the lips as he kiss back by this time I don't want to let go. I want to be close with Apolo.

He is mine. And that night we dance all night and kiss all night I was then Apolo girlfriend. And then I knew I believe in love because of Apolo Hidalgo.

He changed me.

#y/n story #through my window #ares hidalgo #Apolo Hidalgo #Raquel Mendoza #fem y/n #Through My Window Y/n #Crazy fingers #Daniela #y/n y/l/n #Apolo Hidalgo x y/n

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