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euaphora · 7 months

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BOY YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO ALIVE, JUST BE MY LOVER ?! | ft. Ethan Landry

Ethan would help you every Thursdays, tutoring you after class so you could keep up. He knew you would often get distracted when the professor would ramble and explain the work. He would always look over his shoulder and catch you sleeping or munching on a snack while doodling stars on your work.

“Y/N!” He whisper-yelled, leaning toward your desk. You looked at him and gave him a quick smile as you offered him some cookies from the ones you brought from your dorm.

The lecture ends and he goes up to you, helping you carry your bag as he has his behind his back. “Ethan, could you please help me with the work from today? I zoned out the entire time.” You ask, looking up at him with your doe eyes and hands being formed in a pray motion. He giggled at you, opening the door for you, “of course but you need to pay attention more

The time read a quarter to nine as you were spread across your bedroom floor with Ethan on the other side of you. He had books stacked up against each other as his physics book was displayed infront of you both. He was explaining the basics of physics, talking about the different formulas and techniques.

All you could think about was how good he looked when he would talk about something he was genuinely interested and passionate about. You just nod at him and give small, “mhm.”

“Ethan, do you have a girlfriend?” You question him as you see him freeze up and slowly look up, eyes pretty widened . “Uh-no! I..don’t have a girlfriend.” He stutters, looking back down.

“How come? You’ve got the looks and personality and who wouldn’t want to?” You giggle out, teasing his dating life. He nervously laughs, joining you as you move closer to him. He backs up a little, thinking he should give you more space.

“Yeah, I don’t really know but it’s not a big deal…” He quickly turned his head away from yours as he looked anywhere but your direction. You grab him from his left cheek as you made him look at you, smiling when he made eye contact with you.

His eyes fixated on your lips then back to your eyes, you got the hint and pulled him in for a kiss. He pulled away, “did I do something-’’ you felt your lips meet his again as you widen your eyes but quickly smile into the passionate kiss.

He grabs onto your hips, not pulling away from the kiss the whole time, making you straddle him. “Can I touch them?” He looks down referring to your titties. You give a nod, softly pulling on his curly hair as you move your hips back and forth. He lifts up your shirt and bra, giving into the soft, plush of your breasts.

He starts by groping them and twisting the bud of the nipple, watching you squirm on top of him. He wraps his mouth around the other one, leaving a little bruise around them. You pull on his hair harshly this time once you feel him roughly bite into your left one.

He lets out a small whimper, getting back at you by harshly smacking your ass then rubbing it so it doesn’t leave a deep mark of his palm, not yet atleast. “Ethan!” You whine out, making him smirk. “You can’t be mad at me, baby. You started this or did you forget?

“God! Just…don’t stop please!” He rocks your hips further and deeper onto his clothes bulge, “I’ve thought about this for so fucking long, you don’t understand.”

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reinerszn · 10 months

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scream men when breeding !

content warnings: nsfw/smut, dark content, afab!reader, contains ethan, chad, and charlie, they all dom in this, sub!reader, gf!ethan, noncon, mentions of baby trapping, virgin!reader (ethan), mentions of bodily fluids (cum, blood), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be like them!!), pet names (baby, princess, puppy, sweet thing, pretty girl, bitch), praise, if there’s anything else, lmk :3

xylea’s note: got nails done while this was in my drafts 😭 getting use to them so that’s why it took me so long to finish this :( anyways!! i’m more than willing to do multiple parts for this and include the girls!!! just let me know who’d u wanna see next :PP also first time including dark content.. pleaseeeee block me or refrain from reading this if ur not comfy with that!

CHAD MEEKS-MARTIN.

━╋ AGHHHH he’d be the type to talk you through it, letting it be known how much he loved the way your cunt would squeeze around him. he loves praising you :(( he also knows that his praise is what keeps you going. he loves to worship your body, leaving lingering touches and grabs as well with endless kisses all over.

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“oh fuck baby.. you’re doing so well f’me. so pretty like this. want me to—fuck— give you a baby?” he’d coo out, watching you become undone before his eyes. the way you squirmed and arched your back, attempting to wriggle out of his firm grip gave him an overwhelming feeling that made him feel like he had possessed such a strong power over you.

chad has you on your back, legs pressed up against your chest n tummy. your eyes were screwed shut from the pure bliss you were feeling from his fat cock stretching your cunt out. “don’t hear you answerin’ me princess.”

“yes please— chad pleasee,” you’d whine out. “give me a baby.. want you to be a daddy.”

and that just pushed him over the edge. all you could feel were the hot ropes of his cum spilling into your womb and all you could hear were chad’s continuous grunts and praises of how well you were doing.

ETHAN LANDRY.

━╋ we’re talking about ghostface!ethan here. he is absolutely ruthless. he’d definitely want to fill you up til’ it’s leaking out your pretty hole and running down your thighs for everyone to see. he’d only have the intent of getting you knocked up just to trap you into staying with him. he’d call you all these pretty names but his intentions were far from wholesome n pure.

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you were currently pressed against the cold, brick wall in a vacant alleyway. the wind blew against your skin, causing goosebumps to form. ethan was rutting inside you, his thick cock stretching you out so prettily. from the intense stretch and you being a virgin, you bled a bit on his cock. “oh you pretty girl.. bleedin’ all over my cock. ‘m g’na give you a baby.. you’ll never be able to leave me.” your head fell limp onto his shoulder and you squealed, nails digging into the flesh of his back and through the thin, black robe he was wearing. “too much.. ‘s too big!”

“you can take it baby.” he’d say between grunts. “sweet dumb thing.. drooling and panting like a bitch in heat.” a few more thrusts between your velvety walls and he was already spilling into you, keeping his cock inside. after making sure his cum was buried deep in, he pulled out and slid your panties back up.

“you’ll look so pretty as a momma, baby.”

CHARLIE WALKER.

━╋ he’s a perv!!!! argue w me if u think otherwise. he’s had the fattest crush on you and would always try to get you to notice him someway somehow. of course you knew who he was; his desperate attempts were very patent. he’d try to flip up your skirt to take a peak at your panties or rub his dick against your ass every time he’d somehow get pressed up against you. very cliche but one day he just got fed up and pulled you into a vacant classroom and fucked you so sweetly for wearing such a short skirt to school.

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“wearing sucha tiny skirt to flaunt that ass of yours, huh baby?” you weren’t even wearing panties underneath! charlie’s head began to cloud up. he slipped through your folds without warning, filling you up deliciously. you felt so tight around him and he couldn’t help but whimper and bury himself all into you. “fucckkk baby.. s’tight!”

you were already all braindead on his cock :( feeling him invade through your walls to kiss your cervix. “charlieee.. what if— what if someone walks in on us!” you manage to whine out, head limp on the desk as he fucked you so sweetly. “you’d want that, huh baby. wanna show people how much of a good girl you are, right? takin’ my dick so good, isn’t that right?” he’s nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck, his hot breath down on your skin. all you could do was nod your head dumbly.

he was drilling into your cunt; the squelches your pussy was giving him only riled him up more. “g’na fill you up all nice with my cum.. make you plump with my babies.” charlie would be so grabby, fondling with your meaty hips and your chubby ass.

“please.. please please please fill me up.” your breathy moans, whines and whimpers were so heavenly, he wished he could be able to hear them all the time. “i will baby.. i’ll have it drip down those pretty thighs of yours too. making sure everybody knows you’re mine.”

with that, he pushed deep inside, emptying his balls into you. grunts and whimpers left his lips as he sloppily kissed your neck, leaving wet kisses.

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virginburial · 10 months

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.·:*¨༺ a little death. ♱ chad meeks-martin ༻¨*:·.

SUMMARY: in which you have a pretty intense night terror alternatively, in which you, a friend of the core four, is stuck at a slumber party, where Chad comforts you after having a nightmare

SHIP: afab!reader x chad meeks-martin WARNINGS: explicit content (minors stay out), unprotected p n v, praise kink, sub!reader, soft dom!chad, choking/gagging, reader jealous as fuck towards Tara, ethan/chad rivalry?? for your attention, "i kIsS tHe sCaRs On hEr SkIn!1!1!!1! XD" type shit, chad is coochie drunk (and a heavy dirty talker), random storytelling/porn with a plot. fluff if you squint. TW FOR: mentions of murder, character death, grief, recovery/healing, ptsd related topics, body image.

WORD COUNT: 6.1K

SONG: a little death by the neighbourhood.

A/N: hello hotties!! i told myself "this is going to be a short one it's pretty to-the-point" but then i forgot who the fuck i was and realized i don't know chill and wrote 6K words of this. typical me behavior. this is for my shawties you love some emotional intimacy <3 chad is the actual loml, i'm shocked i'm writing for him now when i should've done this more last year lol REBLOGS, NOTES, AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED !!

.·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.

you woke up to your scream.

It was Halloween weekend, and the news had just broke about the two murdered college students, and their film professor. You, a Woodsboro native knew exactly what this meant. You weren't just any Woodsboro native; you were directly involved with the recent Ghostface massacre of 2022. You had lived in Woodsboro for only a short fraction of your life, yet what happened there impacted everything you do now.

You had moved from the south; Georgia-Florida-Alabama-ish. You met your current friends in your eighth grade year; coincidentally, the year one of your friends, Tara, had an issue where her sister ran from home. you enjoyed your little life there until it was viciously torn from you by your best friend and her psycho-groomer boyfriend-who you always had a bad feeling about. you were dating Wes at the time of his death, and after he went, so did all of your patience for the slasher genre. fuck the box office, fuck the critics, fuck the movie.

when things had finally settled down, you and your newfound family decided to make the ambitious move to new york. you were stuck being undeclared though as you slowly figured out what you want to get out of your experience at Blackmore. which all leads to now; October 30th, and the boogeyman you only saw in your dreams or in old photos of amber, was now prowling Manhattan for the survivors and fresh meat; ridiculous and fucked, that's what that is. your new friends; Ethan, Quinn, and Anika barely knew the drill. but you did. you've played this game before, unaware you were playing; now your focus could not be shaken.

Sam had suggested a fucked-up slumber party of sorts; "if we all stay together then he won't attack." "or we could be feeding him an all-you-can-eat buffet." Mindy croaks after Sam. Regardless, you knew that it was probably for the best everyone stayed together, especially the new ones. you had your suspicions about Ethan, who seemed to have taken a liking to you. the average sweet nerdy boy who's a bit corny, it all seemed a little too familiar. he would still try to get you to talk to him, stare you down, you could've sworn he stole something out of one of your drawers some time ago while looking for the restroom. you would never admit this out loud, because everyone is always so fucking uptight, but you never really cared about how he objectified you. you liked the attention.

but he gave off joe goldberg energy, and you were more of a steve harrington girl.

it beats having to look at your long-term crush, Chad, who was falling for Tara. you always felt like the silver lining of both of your partners dying would be that he would finally look at you; but just like Wes when she first got attacked, Chad's eyes were on Tara. fucking Tara. nothing wrong with her, she was your friend. maybe you just needed to stop crushing on and dating boys who would all rather fuck Tara Carpenter than give you the light of day. but then again, you don't even think you're ready for romance to reappear in your life. last year you were manipulated, stalked, and stabbed; Tinder sex would be a nightmare. so there goes that pipe dream.

you were sleeping in Tara's room with Quinn, Mindy, and Anika, while Chad and Ethan slept in the living room and Sam slept in Quinn's room; which was closer to everyone. It took everyone until midnight to get ready for bed, then Tara's music was too loud, and then Mindy and Anika started getting frisky which caused Tara to yell out "ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING?!" which led to Quinn screaming and laughing, which caused Ethan and Chad to rush in like knights ready to save the damsels, who were just making out. so Anika and Mindy were banished (by Chad) to Sam's room. you made a mental note to remind Sam to wash her sheets.

you knew, despite the horrible situation that was starting to arise, that right now felt like any other night with your friends, and that it might be the last time things will ever be this way. so what had you screaming the way you are now? if not, a horrific night terror you had about how everything went down last year: the look in Richie's eyes piercing you through the mask as he violently stabs you, leaving gashes as you screamed out for the one person who can't even rescue you; Wes. this happened three hours after the last person went to sleep, making it 3 am.

the thing with you that the others don't understand is that you had frequent nightmares about what happened. it's nearly a nightly occurrence and every night it's something different; Mindy's under the mask, Amber, Tara, Chad, Ethan, Sam, Anika, the Bodega guy, the guy who played Billy in Stab one, fucking Gale Weathers. It keeps you up half the night, flashing your phone flashlight in the corner of your dorm and waking your dormmate. you used to sleep with a hunting knife; stuffing it under your pillow and holding it under there. you also have several cans of bear mace; you were Wes's girlfriend after all. you inherited all of his self-defense tools.

the only one who understands is Sam. You can't believe the situation that's been happening between her and Tara; you would've killed to have an older sister who cares about you like Sam. Of course, your ID starts talking and tells you that Tara is just ungrateful to have a supportive family and Chad's attention and not want it. It fills you with envy. Sam gets it. Sam gets you. Sam tells you to try tea or get a medical marijuana card like she did, or try Zoloft like Mindy is doing. Mindy sarcastically suggests substance abuse.

you scream, having it rip through the still silence that filled the apartment. with a flip of a light switch, the big overhead light shines over the scene of you; hyperventilating and pacing around as Tara rubs her eyes. The boys, with Mindy, rush into the room on queue as Quinn stands up from the bed. "hey! hey y/n!" she tries to get your attention, anything to break you free from the sobbing mess you were starting to become. Tara decides to do the worst possible thing and start shaking you, she seems almost confused and pissed off as to why you woke her up. "y/n! look at me-" Tara tries to get your attention. "hey! Tara, that's not helping-" "-y/n, girl, what's wrong?" Quinn talked over Ethan.

then, finally, Sam chimes in and pushes past everyone; shooting Tara a worried look as she slowly wraps her arms around you. you slowly sink in Sam's arms and sob as she softly pats your back. "another one?" she asked, and you nod, unable to speak as you take a harsh gasp and slowly breath out, trying not to sob more than you already have. you hated being so emotional in front of your friends, you hated being emotional in general.

"wait so there was no one in here?" Ethan chirps.

Sam shakes her head. "no." she huffs out. "no no, just a night terror...I had one like this the other night. she'll be okay-" "-like hell she is, Samantha! I mean, look at her! she's shaking like a chihuahua!" Mindy blurts out. "I'm gonna make you tea, y/n," she announced as she went to the kitchen. Sam sighs, you could almost feel another brick weigh Sam down with the way she carried herself, then Tara spoke up. "Sorry I shook you, I...I panicked," she admits, which you knew was the truth.

you sigh softly, your face beet red, blinking away the last of your tears. "it's f-fine-" "-it's really not, I mean, do you shake someone when they're having a seizure?" Tara lightly jokes, earning a small laugh as you sniffle.

Sam speaks up. "I think one of us should stay here with y/n, at least until she falls back asleep. I would but I am very tired."

"I don't mind-" "-i'll do it," Chad and Ethan said in unison, which ended with Ethan's side-eyeing Chad. then Chad spoke up again. "I can bore her with one of my old football stories, plus i've known her for years." if only you could read Ethan's mind, even when the look on his face said it all. Sam looks down at you, getting your nod of approval before glancing back at Chad. "yeah, that sounds good."

Chad, who had come in charging with a chunky remote controller, just passed it to Ethan as he went back into the living room to grab his pillow. Sam rubbed her eye. "the girls can move to my room-" "-yikes." Mindy jingles as she came in with a mug. "I might've been sleeping there, with Anika, if you know what I-" Sam's face falls flat. "-you better be fucking joking, Mindy." she deadpans

"It's not like you're using that new mattress at its full capacity."

"okay gross." Chad gags, clutching his pillow and throwing it on the mattress. by then, Tara and Quinn already moved into Sam's room, probably collapsing at the door and sleeping on the floor as Mindy handed you the warm tea. She gives you a look that makes your stomach flip, it was almost sympathetic. almost like Mindy herself knows how it feels to be woken up like that. Mindy retreats to the room before Sam can say anything else. she sighs. "now I have an excuse to go to Target, and burn those sheets." she turns to you. "you sure you're gonna be fine here, with Chad?" she asks, Ethan, peering right behind her.

"Yeah, thanks, Sam," you tell her as she walks out, leaving just you, Chad, and Ethan. Ethan just purses his lips and gives you a weak smile before shutting the door and the lights off. you sit back down on the bed, grab the mug of tea, and sipped it sweetly, feeling the hot liquid run down your throat as Chad turns on the lamp. The room was cold, dimly lit with autumn new york air hitting your skin from the window next to you, the one Quinn cracked open.

Chad groans softly as he flops on the messy bed. he's surprised anyone is even getting a wink of sleep tonight, especially you, with how stiff and cold you got the moment everyone left. he stares at you for a second, unable to say anything before blurting out. "...do you wanna watch a movie on my phone? it can be a funny one." he offers. "I have We Are The Millers downloaded." but you just retract even more. why? why can you just shut off whatever's stopping you from opening up? maybe it was the stark realization you never really trusted anyone, ever.

you stayed silent, unsure of what to do; he wouldn't have offered if he didn't care a little. plus, it was only until you fell asleep. he was not going to stay with you the entire night. you turn to him, biting the inside of your cheek as you sip more of the tea. "no thanks, i've already seen it." you say. he isn't like Ethan; Ethan would just start leading the conversation with questions like 'Oh so what's a movie you haven't seen?' and whatever movie you think of off the top of your head will be the one that'll play. Chad just kind of stops after that; less of a nuisance but you were sure he wasn't at his full power since he hasn't really slept. because Chad can be annoying.

"you know you hit the floor, right?"

you furrow your eyebrows. "what?"

"you fell off your bed, that's what woke you up. it was very loud, and woke me up," he says as he scoots over to you, sitting right next to you. "I'm a light sleeper now, it's a recent development. it's not all that fun...Tara said you were murmuring in your sleep too before you hit the ground." your face burns with embarrassment. "...how often does that happen?" he curiously asked.

"What is to you?"

"just looking out for you. y'know, since the masked killer that tried killing us last year is trying to kill us again." his voice dripped with sarcasm. you scoff. of course. "...it happens a lot, maybe one of two times a week? it used to be every night."

"I guess that explains your caffeine addiction."

you chuckle weakly. "thanks doctor dudebro."

"I'm just saying, I wish you would've told one of us you were having nightmares..." he voices. "you know, Mindy used to have really bad nightmares. She would call me almost every night around the same time, just screaming and hyperventilating. it feels pretty real at the moment. then you wake up and it's not real." he mumbles towards the end. looking down a bit. you study the expression on his face, you knew Chad was more than some meathead jock, he gave you butterflies, and he seemed to be the healthiest among the survivors. he looks at you. "I'm on like 75 milligrams of Zoloft at all times so...I know what it's like, I've had my fair share of Richie-Amber adjacent nightmares," he confesses.

your stomach churns from what comes out of his mouth. "is that why you agreed to stay here? to talk me into talking about what happened and get medicated-" you jumped. Chad shakes his head. "no no, I'm not here to tell you what to do, or how to heal, It's just...hard seeing you this way." you know exactly what he means, so you dropped the stubborn act. "I know none of us are really dealing with it, but now it's happening again...and I don't want to get hurt again. I don't..." he processes what he's about to say before expressing it; "...I don't want any of us to get hurt again."

"...do you think about her?" you blurt out. "liv, I mean."

Chad freezes. you almost start to feel bad about bringing her up before he responds with. "most days." he croaks out softly. "sometimes I think if I would've just done what she wanted and went upstairs with her, things would be different." he fiddles with his fingers. "but then again, probably in the worst way, right? I don't know what I would've done if...if it was Mindy. or you." he flashes you a frail smile. "I think about her every time I hear a Paramore song, or when I see orange is the new black on Netflix or pink box dye. I hate the smell of that sugar cookie body mist that Quinn uses, it's the same one Liv had. She wanted to study 'abnormal psychology', she would've loved it up here...what about you? Do you think about Wes?"

"every night." your voice slightly breaks. "his Spotify account is still up, all the music he neatly organized into playlists for us is still on there, just collecting dust," you mumble, then, you feel pressure slowly lift off your chest as you continued to talk about him. "I deleted Spotify, though. can't be on there without seeing something he made for me or seeing his face, and Instagram too. His dad gave me a box of his things at the funeral and I brought it with me here, I can't look at it for very long without crying," you confess. "...can I be honest?"

"This is probably the most honest you'll ever get me, so shoot."

You let out a sigh, feeling your heart drop to your stomach as you stared into his eyes. "things in my life were already starting to go downhill before everything, and now...it never will feel the same, you know? I will never get over this, i'll just have to learn how to live with it when it's already happening again." Chad watches you, seeing your eyes sorrowly hang as the words spilled from you. he hates seeing you like this. you used to be so full of life, animated, and passionate; now you were just a shell. he softly bumps his shoulder next to you and gives you a reassuring smile. "...you're not alone." his voice softly spoke. "it feels lonely, but you're not alone."

you finish the tea, setting it on the nightstand before Chad speaks up again. "what makes you say that, though?" he perks up. "that things were starting to go downhill?" he asks, maybe genuinely curious. you bite the inside of your cheek. "I had this feeling that Wes was in love with Tara. I thought I was just going crazy but after Ghostface attacked her, and I saw the way he looked at her, I knew I couldn't keep denying it anymore. I just wanted him to look at me the way he looked at her, everyone looks at her like that, but now he can't because Amber wanted to cosplay Stu Macher." you spat, your condescending tone dripping in anger. "...i've just been filled with jealousy ever since, mostly towards Tara, sometimes at Quinn...the whole situation made me feel...ugly."

Chad scoffs a little, and you immediately get defensive, but the better half of you knows Chad is not going to judge you. "you? jealous of Tara?! Tara Carpenter? The same Tara in this apartment?!" he seems almost appalled. "y/n...Tara Carpenter is a mess." he exposes. "Tara shows up to class drunk. Tara got her driver's license suspended. Tara's mom dropped her after her dad and Sam left already. Tara almost died three times!! Wes was crazy for you, he loved you-it annoyed the shit out of me really but he did. Tara might be pretty but she isn't you...I know what you're trying to say, but the last person you should be jealous of is Tara." Chad rambles. silence falls on the both of you for a second as you process what he told you; he's right. Tara has some horrible luck, you needed to stop comparing yourself to her.

"...if it makes you feel better, I get jealous of Ethan."

well, that was a shock. "huh?!"

Chad chuckles softly. "yeah, I do, I get jealous of Ethan sometimes." you can notice him getting a bit flustered. "he-he's just lucky, you know? he didn't experience what we did, so he can walk alone at night and go to bars without feeling like he's being watched...he isn't active, which annoys me so much." he raises his hands in defense. "I know I know, it's not my life, but when he does tag along and goes to the gym with me, he can work out a lot longer than I can. he can wear whatever he wants. he can take his shirt off and no one will stare at him or ask questions. he doesn't have chronic pain. he can go and date whoever he wants and not feel bad about his body, or feel bad that he's cheating on his dead girlfriend...little shit like that makes me jealous," he admits, pressing his tongue against his cheek. "my injuries from last year were so severe that I can't even play my favorite sport anymore, and Ethan just gets to sit around and play World of Warcraft with his perfect nervous system." his words stung.

you couldn't think of anything to say, because he was right; it's not fair, none of this is fucking fair. suddenly, you can't help but slide your hand over to his, squeezing it softly. Chad studies you for a second, his brown eyes scanning how beautiful your features looked in the dark, you couldn't help but notice how clammy his hands were starting to get, he opens his mouth to say something, then he stops himself before saying something else; "...can I show you?" he asks.

you glance over at him, seeing how close to you he already was. you could feel your cheeks heating up as your eyebrows slightly raised from his request. you were shocked that he trusted you. "you...wanna show me? you won't even show Mindy-" "-Mindy can never take anything seriously, y/n. She's gonna call me Tony the Tiger if I show her." that made you chuckle, considering one of the scars that you had also looked like animal print; or you romanticized it to the point where it reminded you of a zebra stripe. so you nod. "yeah...yeah you can show me."

Chad, noticeably nervous, sighs before lifting his shirt slightly, revealing not one, not two, or three, but four or more deep scars that dented his already chiseled chest. your face flushes, blood traveling to your cheeks as you examine his body, how his skin was still healing, how deep the valley of his abs truly was. your throat goes dry, almost like you can't process the amount of pain Chad might be going through or what he went through when he got those scars. It's almost like he sees you contemplating on what to say; if there was anything you can say to make him feel better. your lips slowly part as you lean in closer.

"you can touch it." Chad chimes.

you look up at him for approval, even though he told you that you could. shakily, your hand slowly grazes down his chest, your fingers running down the canyons of his chest, reminding yourself that this was the case for you too, both physically and mentally scarred. you could feel Chad's breath hitch softly, and you stop. "did I hurt you or-?" "-no, no you didn't hurt me..." he says softly, his pupils growing in size as he watches you feel him. you know the room was not well-lit but you knew he could see you blushing. before you know it, Chad's hands slowly creep over to your hips, pulling you closer in the most unsubtle way. "may I?" he asks.

you were flustered, and all the blood that ran to your cheeks ran down to your core, feeling your heartbeat slowly revive itself down there as Chad's big hands rested themselves on your lower back. you squeezed your thighs together; you've wanted this for so long, you wanted Chad's attention since sophomore year, so you nod your head. Chad smiles softly at you before lifting your shirt slightly and exposing the scar on your stomach. you blushed from the tension and the embarrassment. you could feel Chad's hot breath on your neck as his fingers slowly graze your curves, just softly skimming past the waistband of your pajamas as he looks into your eyes. "...did I mention that I get jealous of the way Ethan looks at you?... Same reason I was so annoyed with Wes-"

the desperation of having Chad's hands on you drives you over the edge as you crash your lips into Chad's, feeling how chapped they were as you relax into the kiss. you did this for your inner teenager, who's probably doing summersaults because you're finally kissing Chad Meeks-Martin. before you knew it, Chad eagerly kisses you back, one of his hands squeezing your waist as the kiss grew more and more passionate. you weren't expecting this, but thinking back at it now, you should've seen this coming. you pull away from the kiss, realizing that your hands involuntarily wrapped themselves around his neck, and your faces were just a few inches apart. "well shit..." Chad mumbles as you notice his cheeks turning a dark shade of red.

he then grabs your chin delicately and kisses you softly, making sure you were present as his hands drop to your hips. the last person you were with like this was Wes, and you knew Chad was in the same boat with Liv. you pull away, seeing his lips chase after yours as you placed his hand on his chest. "Chad...should we be doing this?" he stares into you, his bottom lip caught in his teeth as he gnaws on it, unsure of what to say. "I would like to..." he said softly, pulling you closer. "We should make some new memories..." he huskily whispers before attaching his lips to your neck. your breath hitches as you grab onto him, and once he does that, you realized you wanted nothing more than to fuck Chad. "w-we should." you respond.

Chad manhandles you, again, pushing you back up against the mattress, grabbing your neck and jaw as he leaves open-mouthed kisses, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin as a soft gasp leaves you. he hovers on top of you, his breath getting heavier with each kiss before pulling away from your neck entirely. the look he gives you is full of passion. "besides, can't watch you squeeze your thighs like that and expect me not to want you..." he mumbles softly. your heart feels like it's on crack at this point, your stomach cramming with anxiety and lust as you kissed him roughly.

his lips felt so right on yours like they were always supposed to be there. he quickly gets in between your legs and reattaches his lips to your collarbone, his hands sliding down to your hips as you press them up against his growing bulge. a small moan escaped passed his lips as you grab his face and bring him back to your neck. every touch fills you with passion, your moans getting increasingly louder before Chad completely pulls away. "shhh." he chuckles softly, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him, squeezing your cheeks a little. "our friends are right outside, don't wanna wake them, right angel?" god he's so fucking fine. "no matter how cute you sound."

Chad delicately pulled your shirt off, revealing your tits, since you pulled your bra off before climbing into bed. his eyes could not peel away from them, as hard as he tried to focus on anything else. he gently flicked his tongue around the bud off your left tit, then slowly slides his tongue down your stomach, over your scar, and down to your abdomen. your face soured up from how different it felt having Chad kiss and suck and lick down your stomach. he leans up and kisses you. "your body is so beautiful, you know that?" he mumbles softly against your ear, and you respond by nodding, because deep down you always knew, just never affirmed.

Chad's hands slowly found themselves sliding off your silk pajama shorts, which might've been driving him crazy all night. he slowly reveals your panties, basic cotton white boyshorts with a wet stain conveniently down the middle. he pulls you to the edge of the bed, standing up as he gets a better look. he smirks at the sight of it, you could see his mouth nearly watering as his left hand softly grazes your clothed core. his class ring hitting your sensitive nub as your hips gently jerk to the sensation of it. then, his hand softly slaps it, a soft, wet squelch coming out of you as your body jolts again. you whine as he starts to speak; "fuck...poor angel, must be very desperate, huh?" he taunts.

you can barely think of what to say, already so desperate to feel him that you just lazily nodded your head. he grabs your face. "cmon, use your words." he says gently. it makes you feel so weak in the knees as his free hand softly caresses your cunt. "when was the last time you came, angel? you're so sensitive..." he uses his thumb to rub your throbbing clit in circles, still waiting for you to answer. "l-long ago..." and you weren't lying. it's hard to focus on yourself and your needs when you're constantly in survival mode, and it's harder to make yourself cum when the last person who did got brutally murdered. Chad gets it, considering how flaccid his anti-depressants made him. seeing you in this position, though, finally gives him the hard-on he's been waiting for. "let's fix that."

He slowly slips two fingers into you, watching your back arch as he quickly covers your mouth, his hand taking up half of his face as he thrusts them slowly in you. he sees your body slowly adjusting to his fingers as your muffled moans pushed pass the cracks of his knuckles. his class ring hits your clit with a certain rhythm, making you twitch as you hold onto his wrist. "fuck" you mumble in Chad's hand as he starts to recklessly pound his fingers into you. his actions were so rough but his words were so sweet, causing your brain to almost malfunction; "taking my fingers so fucking well." he pants softly.

your faint moans turned into muffled screams when Chad stuffs a third finger in there, curling them and thrusting them deeper and deeper into your aching hole. his hand clamping harder around your mouth as your screams got louder and higher. he looked so determined to push you over the edge, it's almost like he wants you to cum all over his fingers.

your eyes flutter as his thumb grazes over your clit. fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. you wish you had the entire apartment to yourself so you can scream and moan and do Chad on the dining table. for now, you're settling with him shutting you up with his knuckles deep in your hole. you can't help but feel your walls tighten around his fingers. he drags his fingers out and glances up at you, seeing how flustered and aroused you were as he slowly pulled off your panties, shushing you gently and moving his hand away from your mouth. "open wide angel." he hums before stuffing them in there.

you could taste how tart you were, saliva staining the panties as he slowly slides his finger down your folds, using his free hand to whip his cock out. You faintly groaned out in frustration. you haven't felt this good in so long, your skin hot to the touch as your fingernails dug themselves into his shoulder blades. your eyes pleading as they found themselves staring at his cock; you knew Chad was pretty big, Liv might've ranted a little bit about how she was 'sore' from the first time she did it with him. you weren't expecting him to be so thick either. you could see his cock tremble, his tip already soaked in precum as it glistens in the dim lighting, the lamp hitting it just right as he smirks at you. "come on, angel, show me how bad you need it." he coos softly, brushing your hair behind your ear.

you rest yourself on your elbows, staring down at that Alaskan bull worm Chad calls a penis as you imagine yourself getting nearly split in half by him. how badly your hole was begging for any kind of contact as Chad's muscular arm wraps itself around your thigh. you could see his hand slowly pump his cock as he waited for your answer, maybe you propped up the way you were could get the job done for him. you whine and try to squeeze your thighs again before he forces them open, prying them apart like a Venus flytrap as he slowly inserts himself. His tip slowly sinking into you "o..oh-f-fuck..." he groans softly, his voice getting even huskier as he pulls down on your hips. "your cunt sucks me up so well, angel...you're s-so tight." he mutters.

he slowly starts lunging his hips against yours, sweat gleaming from his forehead as he admires your reaction to every thrust, seeing your eyebrows furrow, your mouth falls open, your eyes fluttering, all of it just drives Chad insane. "such a pretty girl..." he nearly growls as he throws one of your legs over his shoulder; it's almost like he wanted to pace himself so he wouldn't get lost in the pleasure she was giving him; but it seemed nearly impossible as his pace increases.

your muffled moans got louder and louder, causing Chad's strong hand to wrap around your neck and squeeze it softly, your moans becoming inaudible as he starts to brutally fuck you into the mattress. you thought this whole exchange would trigger something primal in you, freak you out too much that you end up running out of the room, but it was quite the opposite. Chad leans down. "your pretty moans are gonna wake t-them up, angel." he warns her again, his tone was so sweet though, it made you melt. "how do you t-think everyone's gonna f-feel when they see you getting fucked out-mhm-like the doll you are-?" he groaned out softly, his teeth grazing your ear and tugging on it.

pleasure began to overwhelm you, your moans and whimpers turning into gasps and yelps as Chad clapped the hand he choked you with over your mouth, again. "f-fuck baby...you w-wanna be my angel, don't you?" he mumbles softly as your body started to jolt with pleasure, you could feel the panties hit the back of your throat, the essence of your juices left stuck on your tongue as your nails scratched up Chad's back. he then answers his own question. "I know you do, sweet girl...fuck, you hear how good you're taking me?" he praises.

your own pleasure starts to build up as your back arches, and you can't help but cry out from how good it made you feel, it almost made you regret waiting so long before making a move on Chad, or anyone else really. Chad's dirty ramblings keep you on edge: "My cock fits so perfectly inside of you a-angel...wanna be buried in you like t-this all the time-mhmfuck-" his whispers start to turn into strained statements, the sound of skin slapping echoing inside the room, if anyone else was awake in the apartment, they probably would have already noticed the intense fucking happening in that room.

the tip of his cock starts punching your g-spot like a boxer and his punching bag, you can't contain your muffled moans getting any louder; which causes Chad to cover your mouth for a third and final time. you could feel his cock seize inside of you as Chad's own groans start filling up the room. you were almost worried that Sam or Ethan were going to charge in here and see Chad balls deep inside of you. the pleasure starts to overwhelm you as your thighs shake uncontrollably, your hot breath wafting back into your face as Chad groans out quietly. "y-you need my cum, baby? mhm? that'll g-get you sleeping-" he manages to get out before feeling your juices gush out of you; realizing you had cum all over his cock, your body jerking in response as your eyes fluttered close.

involuntarily, Chad's cock squirms before you felt the thick ropes of his cum spill inside of you. you watched as his tense body finally relaxes into your touch, his heavy breaths and soft groans hitting your neck. seeing him slowly pull out and realizing he forgot to grab a condom from his wallet or check if Tara had some, oh well, it's not like he's gonna get murdered on the way to the pharmacy and back. he notices how limp you've become as he moves his hand away and pulls the panties out of your mouth. you can't help but notice how charming his smile was. he was glad he can catch you at this moment, all worn out and lazy but perfectly content, and finally dozing off to sleep. Chad gives you a lazy, soft kiss before you finally fell asleep.

the next morning, Chad and Mindy had run out to get breakfast; you were the last one to wake up, which Quinn noted as a good thing: "It means you finally caught up to your sleep schedule." which couldn't be further from the truth. you couldn't help but think about just a few hours prior, how good it all felt, how he basically fucked all the nervous energy out of you; feeling zen before the wave of reality hits you. The news was on, still talking about the new local Ghostface killings. you weren't sure if the slumber party kept you safer from the attacks or put you right in the middle of them, all you knew was that you had Chad as a bodyguard now. and when Chad finally comes back with several bags of Dunkin' breakfast sandwiches, he gave the only sprinkled donut he ordered to you.

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lesbianpepsi · 10 months

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tainted eyes

pairing: the core four x fem!reader (platonic)

summary: you decide to hop on the latest trend going around

link to request

words: 804

warnings: swearing, mentions of the ghostface incident, my writing

authors note: i think this can be classified as my first crack fic, to the anon who requested this, i love your mind

Being a bored human with an unhealthy tiktok obsession you were pretty quick to learn any new trend that was suffering the internet.

That's why when you found the latest trend going around you didn't know whether to laugh or be petrified, probably a bit of both.

But one thing you did know about the trend is that you were a thousand percent going to do it to your friends.

It didn't take long for your plan to set into action.

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It was a surprisingly cold Friday night in the Carpenter apartment; a cool chill in the air that wasn't supposed to be around since it was summer.

Ever since you became friends with the Carpenter sisters and the Meeks twins you were invited to their annual weekly movie night, always hosted on Fridays.

On this particular evening Chad was the one who was given the choice of what movie you all would be watching. Something Mindy did not like because of how stupidly long it would take Chad to choose one.

"Chad, get off youtube and choose a fucking movie." Mindy demanded as she mindlessly threw a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

Chad rolled his eyes at his twin, his eyes still glued to the sports game playing on the TV. "There's five minutes left, Minds, the second it's over I'll put on the movie." He replied as he leaned forward, his forearms on his knees as he concentrated on the game.

Tara was sitting next to you with her knees up to her chest, scrolling on her phone with a bored look on her face. Her older sister, Sam, was sitting in her lonesome chair as she was man spreading , a bored look on her face as she watched the game.

"C'mon you glorious bastard!" Chad encouraged as the commentators of the game were getting louder. You looked at the screen to see a player sprinting across the field as the opponent tried to chase after him.

"Fucking move!" Chad yelled louder, his body becoming tense as a look of concentration on his face.

At the yelling from Chad the smaller girl next to you looked up at the screen, her attention shifting as she shut her phone off.

You glanced around the room to see everyone's attention was on the game playing on the screen.

It was time.

Sneakily, you pulled out your phone as you lowered the brightness to make sure Tara wouldn't look over. Once unlocked you quickly opened YouTube as you searched for the specific video you were looking for, a sick and twisted grin on your face.

The video had a whopping 34 million views, a large amount for a video less than three minutes in length.

You clicked on the video and as quickly as you could paused it before a noise was heard. Glancing around the room you made sure everyone's attention was still on the game; it was.

With a cruel smile you connected your phone to the TV, the video loading.

"The game!" Chad whined as he glared at you momentarily before he looked back at the screen. He tilted his head like a confused puppy as the title of the video showed on the screen.

"What the hell is-"

Before Chad could even finish his sentence the video began playing. It didn't take five seconds before all hell broke loose.

"Why the fuck is there an asshole on the screen?!" Tara yelled, mortified as she quickly looked away from the screen, looking at you absolutely revolted.

"My eyes, my sweet innocent gay eyes! What is wrong with you, Y/n!" Mindy screeched as she turned to look away from the screen, closing her eyes as she shook her head.

Chad was speechless as he stared at the screen confused and concerned.

"Y/n turn the shit off!" Tara yelled as she tried to grab your phone, you couldn't stop laughing as you hid your phone.

"My eyes." Mindy kept repeating as she hid her face away from the TV screen. "My gay eyes didn't deserve that."

You kept laughing as you tried to fight off Tara who was trying to climb over you to get to your phone.

Your eyes flickered over to Sam to see her looking down at her lap with an utterly disgusted look on her face.

Tears swelled in your eyes as your stomach began hurting from how much you were laughing.

Tara eventually managed to get a hold on your phone and stop the video, but it was too late, the damage was already done.

"What even was that?" Chad asked bewildered as he turned to look at you, the look of joy and innocence in his eyes completely void of it.

You still couldn't help but laugh as you answered the traumatised boy.

"Hair Nair."

#sam carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x reader #mindy meeks x reader #chad meeks x reader #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #sam carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter x fem reader #chad meeks x fem!reader #mindy meeks x fem!reader #core four #core four x reader #fluff #crack fic

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cigsafterly · 11 months

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if you want to

pairing: chad meeks martin x fem!reader

word count: seven hundred fifty two!

about: chads so shy to speak to you, after anika giving him some advice he might just speak to you ><!

Chad liked you, a lot, you were in a few of his classes in blackmoore. You were known to the friend group of his since he couldn’t get your name out of his mouth. You knew about Chad, he was the cute jock you always saw around campus and around passing period.

He was shy so that was the core reason why he didn’t talk to you. Mindy laughed at him and she told him that it was so silly of a reason why he hadn’t talked to you yet. Anika told Mindy to be nicer to her twin and tried to give the shy jock some advice. ¨Maybe try to introduce yourself during passing period to her, there is that party this weekend so you could ask her if she is going to go.¨ that is a good idea chad thought to himself.

Chad thanked Anika for the advice and went on his way to his next class which coincidentally you were going to be in. There you were, you held two books in your hands. Chad walked faster to catch up to you, ‘’Hey you´re y/n right?’’ He had the biggest smile on his face currently that you couldn’t help, but notice. ‘’ Yes, that's me! I know you you’re that guy named Chad in my economy class if I’m correct?’’ You started to smile without even realizing it. For a while you were speaking until he kept smiling and forgot you guys were even speaking for a moment until you said, ‘‘Chad??’’ He then noticed that you kept saying his name to him, ‘‘Wait what were we talking about?’’ He scratched his head. ‘‘ You were asking me if I wanted to go the party with you?’’

‘‘Ohhh right right will you?’’ He was hoping that you’d say yes. ‘‘Of course I want to go with you! Come on we’ll be late to our next class!’’ You were telling him as you took his arm with you. He was totally all there for that.

After all the events it was Saturday and it was four pm and you still hadn’t had an outfit for the party. It was a costume party and you’ve heard that Chad was going as a cowboy so you decided to go as a cowgirl. It was reasonable since you guys were going together!

Your roommate had a cowgirl hat and you already have a top as well as some shorts that could totally blend in as cowgirl shorts if that was a thing. Now it was time to put on some light makeup or so. After you were done you received a text from Chad saying ‘be there in five’ you smiled. You had gotten his number on a piece of paper handed to you in your hands

You heard a knock and you opened it and there he was. ‘‘Wow you look amazing y/n’’ he smiled, putting his hands towards your waist. ‘‘So do you Chad,’’ You were blushing so hard. ‘‘ Come on lover boy we can’t fool around for so long or we’ll be late to the party!’’ He nodded taking your hand and leading you to the car, he opened the passenger seat for you, ‘‘ My lady’’ You couldn’t help but giggle, ‘‘You’re quite the gentleman.’’

You guys finally got to the party. He got you guys some shots. After them he couldn’t keep his hands off you! ‘‘Y/n you’re the prettiest girl I have ever seen did you know?’’ He grinned making eye contact with you while having his hands on your waist, there was a relieving tension between the two of you. You giggled, ‘‘ I’m quite flattered by that pretty boy.’’ Chad wanted to break this tension between the two of you so he pressed his lips on to yours while grabbing your face.

You had never kissed anyone before. You were worried you were a bad kisser, but in your eyes Chad kept kissing you. Suddenly he broke the kiss, he could see the worried expression on your face. He started to say, ‘‘ Listen y/n, I’ve liked you for a while now and I want you to be my girlfriend.’’ He was holding hands with you at this point, ‘‘ Chad I’d love to.’’

He smiled holding your waist as you began to kiss him, Mindy caught on along as well as Anika, Mindy started to say, ‘‘ I didn’t think he’d have the guts to do that.’’ Anika looked at the two of you, ‘‘Me either.’’

a/n: it’s been such a while since ive wrote ohmygosh! hope u guys enjoy this sdsssn

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gyqru · 5 months

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FEATHER — chad meeks-martin

warning: cheating, fem! reader.

summary: you dedicate an unreleased song to your, ex boyfriend, chad.

word count: 2.0k

you formed your band back in your senior year of high school; you and three other of your closest friends decided to pursue your dreams of being stars. now attending college, your dreams have come true.

being the only one with any sort of vocal stability, you were placed as the main singer. your friends all played instruments; mei played drums, chantel played electric guitar, and drew played bass. having a decent following by now, the band performs in pubs and small venues.

it wasn't hard to balance this double life; you actually found it quite peaceful. you enjoyed performing, loving the rush of adrenaline whenever people cheered you on. especially when you have amazing people supporting you.

besides your bandmates, your lovely boyfriend was your number one supporter. always coming to your shows whenever he wasn't studying his brain off. he usually pays out of pocket to see you; you've tried to get him in for free, but he refuses.

he even introduced you to his friends; they seemed skeptical at first, but soon warmed up to you. at some point, they even started showing up to your concerts, always cheering louder than everyone else.

oh it’s like that? i’m your dream come true when it’s on a platter for you

now eight months into your relationship, things have started to go downhill. you find yourself not being able to find your boyfriend's broad body in the crowd. no more post-concert hangouts like you two would usually do.

you stand in the back alley of the pub, just finished performing. you've been calling chad non-stop, going straight to voicemail. his phone is probably dead.

then you pull back, when i try to make plans more than two hours in advance

sighing, you start walking to your boyfriend's apartment. you wanted to check up on him; he never lets his phone die. you send a quick message to your friends telling them you already left the pub.

shoving your phone in your pocket, you start to wonder what ethan could be doing at this moment. smiling at yourself as you imagine him asleep, holding the stuffed animal you got him back when you first started dating. god, you missed him so much.

i slam the door, i hit ignore

standing at the door of your boyfriend's apartment, you start to dig in your purse for the spare key he gave you. ethan didn't mind you having a spare, better than having you bang on their door late at night.

opening the door, you enter quietly. it was past midnight by now, so you didn't want to wake ethan up. taking your shoes off and hanging your coat, you start to head towards chad’s room.

a sliver of dim lighting catches your attention; why would he be awake this late? getting closer to the foot of his room, you start to make out quiet thumping noises. your heart starts to beat faster–you feel like it's pulsing in your ear.

i’m saying no, no, no, no more

pressing the side of your face to his door, you finally hear it: soft moaning from the other side of the door.

it isn't your boyfriend's.

it's another girl moaning.

before you could process anything, you barge into his room. the sight in front of you makes you want to vomit your insides out. there was your beloved boyfriend, lying in his bed, getting rode by some other woman.

his eyes snap open the moment his door gets swung open. he wasn't expecting to see his girlfriend's face staring at him. before either of them can react, you turn around and start to leave.

i got you blocked

chad scrambles to get the girl off of him, cursing aloud as he realizes how fucked he is. putting your coat back on, you leave his apartment. you barely processed what you just saw; not a single emotion has developed in your brain.

“y/n! please,” you hear from down the hall. ethan, completely disheveled, was trying to catch up with you, ready to give you some bullshit excuse. you want to tell him to fuck off, to walk away, but you can't.

you stand there and let him try to explain what was happening. in the midst of whatever excuse he was using now, you see someone walking up behind him.

tara fucking carpenter. the girl he told you not to worry about, the girl you swore could've been your sister.

the feeling of numbness now gets replaced with pure rage; you never wanted to get violent until now. your eye twitches as she cowers behind chad, not looking at you in the face. chad doesn't stop apologizing, ignoring tara's presence.

you continue to stay silent, letting him beg and plead for forgiveness. noticing you weren't going to say anything, he finally stops.

“say something, please, scream at me. get mad at me, please just say something,” chad pleads, clasping your hands with his. you quickly yank yourself away from his grasp, staring at him with disgust.

“you don't deserve all that, chad. if it ain't obvious, we're done. lose my number.” and with that, you walk away. using the stairs to make your way down the lobby, refusing to bear any more embarrassment having to wait for the elevator.

after this, an afterthought i finally cut you off

three weeks have passed since then; only your bandmates knew about what happened. you don't know what crap chad told his friends, but they all seemed to ignore you. that didn't matter to you; you ignored them too.

throwing yourself into your passion, you started to write "heartbreak" songs. something you swore you would never do, but oh how things can change. you finally released a mini album and found your band's fame growing.

i feel so much lighter like a feather with you off my mind

people seemed to eat up the songs you wrote about your ex, so much so that they reached chad. he found himself listening to your voice, singing your broken heart out. he missed the way your voice would lull him to sleep.

besides planning your first concert since the breakup in a couple of days, you were also scheming a way to get back at your ex.

floatin’ through the memories like whatever

you feel betrayed and hurt, letting this grudge bubble in you. you wrote a song that you didn't release; it was more upbeat than anything you've written. the perfect song to rub it in his face that he lost the best thing in his life.

mei and chantel tried to talk you out of it, saying he wasn't worth it. you ignored them; the hatred you felt was too immense not to be able to do this. you have to embarrass him the way he did to you.

you’re a waste of time

backstage, you sat, staring at yourself in the vanity mirror that splayed your face back at you. revenge is a dish best served cold, but that didn't stop you from looking so hot.

wearing a completely new look for this concert, you checked yourself out. a sparkly periwinkle corset and skirt set adorned your body.

barely covering your ass, the skirt hung low on your hips; the corset pushed your breasts together, giving you the best-looking cleavage ever. matching gloves laced your hands; black fishnets and combat boots added a slight edge to your sparkly appearance.

your bandmates wore sparkly outfits too, yet in more neutral colors. they allowed you to stand out tonight. if they couldn't talk you out of it, might as well join you. they didn't like chad either anyway; serves him what he deserves.

your signal are mixed, you act like a bitch

"they're here, y/n," drew interrupts your train of thought. looking at him through the mirror, you smile sweetly at him, though the glint in your eyes makes andrew shudder. "god, y/n/n, you're reminding me why I never want to get on your bad side," he murmurs, causing you to giggle.

“come on drew, let's get this show started,” you get up, grabbing your microphone, heading to where the technical assistant people stood. once they finished hooking your earpiece up, they ushered you to the center of the stage.

it was blacked out on stage, so no one saw you get on. as you stood waiting for the cue for everything to start, you hear the murmurs of the crowd. you never felt nervous for a show until now; drew informed you they stood front and center.

mindy, anika, ethan, and tara all accompanied him. you wonder how he even got tara to agree to come here. shaking the thoughts out of your head, the countdown in your ear starts.

“everyone in their places? alright, one... two... good luck, guys.” the bright lights of the stage illuminated the venue. your smile shined brighter as the beats to your first song started blasting.

drew was right; they were front and center. from your peripheral, you saw chad's expression; he was in awe. this was going to be good.

you fit every stereotype, send a pic

“new york! hope you all enjoyed tonight!” you exclaimed into your mic, beaming at the roars of cheers. “well, tonight, i have a special surprise for you all.” teasingly, you let their screams of excitement fill your ears.

“this surprise is a little different from any song we’ve played tonight. it’s also for someone in particular who's in the crowd right now,” you announced, staring directly at chad.

“hope you like this song, chad.” his face heats up, embarrassment mixed with excitement filling chad.

fans around him yelled and shrieked; some even threw their gifts at him. tara, who was next to him, was fuming. this entire time she’s been there, watching him admire you, his dopey smile never faltering.

the upbeat sound of the instrumentals causes everyone to shout. this was a new sound; even chad and his friends were shocked. they were used to the mellow alternative sound of your music; they never would've expected this. even tara stopped talking, doing a double-take at what you were singing.

i slam the door, i hit ignore

you kick the air, bending over as you continue to sing. your whole body feels warm, confidence and adrenaline coursing through your veins. chad's eyes widen as your hips continue to sway in front of him. he knows you love to perform, but this is a new you; he's never seen you act like this.

you start to get close to the edge of the stage, bending down to get close to where chad stood. reaching out to him, he comes close, his body naturally drawn to you. you lean in as close as you can, your noses barely touching. chad's gaze flashes down to your lips; you lean in before pulling your mic back up to your lips. his lips smack the tip of your mic.

i’m so sorry for your loss

you turn away giggling, strutting back to the center of the stage. for the split second, you were facing your bandmates; they gave you the smuggest looks. turning back to face the crowd, you could see tara and chad now arguing. his sister and ethan trying to calm them down before security took care of them.

saying your final goodbyes, you start to head backstage. technical assistants scramble around you, removing your mic and earpiece. the rest of your crew getting their instruments set up in their respective cases.

you feel refreshed; getting to see the look of disappointment on chad's face was pure gold. part of you regretted it, but you tried to ignore it. you wanted revenge, and you got it. now you can move on and continue to focus on your career.

i feel so much lighter like a feather with you out of my life

alice talks ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

guys it’s so funny i used olivia as my reference and im using a sabrina song. anyway first song fic?? kinda crappy ending srry. first time writing for chad and i made him a cheater like out the jump. i’ll maybe make a part 2!not proof read at all.

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 6 months

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dialogue prompts “are you sure about this.” and “just follow my lead.” with chad meeks and shy!reader

tweaked it just a little, hope that was okay. was gonna do a typical chad saving the day at a frat party but something else came to mind.

pairing: chad meeks-martin x fem!reader wc: 852

masterlist / chad meeks-martin

a disaster was rolling into town and there was only one person who could keep the damage low.

knuckles rapping quickly and unstopped against the dark wood door, almost resorting to banging your palms for more urgency.

“hello? emergency! emergency! anyone alive in room 15-“ the door abruptly swung open, unfortunately causing you to hit ethan on the chin.

he groaned and cupped the spot as you covered your mouth in shock. “i’m so sorry, ethan.” muffled voice as you took a step forward to look for any damage. all was good, just a growing red spot from your knuckles and two rings “although, you shouldn’t open doors like that,” suddenly sounding like a concerned mother.

ethan stopped rubbing his skin and gaped at you, “your the one screaming emergency! and nonstop hitting the door!” he left the door open and turned away from you.

you stomped inside the small space, slamming the door shut with the flat of your foot. a deep caveman groan crawled out your throat while flopping face first onto chad’s vacant bed.

“what’s got you in a mood?” a sincere question coated in sass from ethan.

“my parents are visiting.” two barely audible causing ethan to ask again. so you forced yourself to flip onto your back as the four worst words fill the air.

“my parents are visiting.” annunciating each letter while staring at the ceiling.

“okay?” ethan clapped his hands, “and why is that emergency level panic?” you heard his chair creek with movement.

a deep inhale before sighing out, “cause they think i have a boyfriend and want to meet him.” your palms smacked into your eyes rendering you blind.

it was quiet for a minute- you counted the sixty seconds- before ethan bursted into laughter.

“it’s not funny, ethan! this is serious! i’ve been lying for six months and i’m about to get chewed out.“ ethan’s laughs only grew in volume at your distress.

“what’s wrong with you?” a muffled sound of hands hitting bedding echoed off the walls. dragging your hands away you were greeted at the chad’s light brown eyes watching over your solemn worry. without thinking you jerked up and knocked your forehead into chad’s, the both of you groaning and rubbing the spot.

“pay back bitch,” ethan stated as he jumped into his bed. you flipped him off without looking his way, fingers rubbing the sore area while keeping your eyes on your lap.

“hey,” chad’s palm sat just above your left knee and you froze. you didn’t dare look into the boy’s eyes, but he curled a finger under your chin and pushed your head up. he was smooth without trying and it made your heart run fast.

“what’s wrong?” chad’s voice low and calm. a simple sigh as you averted your eyes again, more interested in your fingers. “my uh… my parents are visiting. and- and they want to meet my… my boyfriend.”

you slowly looked up to he greeted by chad’s confused and thinking face, brows pinched and mouth pursed. “but- but you don’t have-“ “i know. i lied to them for the past six months, and now i don’t know what to do.”

“you’re an idiot,” chad scoffed. “i know! just- just help me!” pleading for chad’s assistance, in anyway he could offer.

chad’s thinking face was similar to his confused face so you thought he was still processing your dilemma until he spoke the most absurd thing aloud-

“what if i’m your boyfriend?”

if you had any liquid in your mouth you would’ve spit take from shock. ethan seemed to find the whole ordeal hilarious since his laughter returned tenfold. “oh! this is just… amazing!” both you and chad glared at the red cheeked boy.

“did you… already come up with a name? face?” chad’s warm brown eyes watched you carefully. you bit into the inside of your bottom lip and softly proclaimed, “kinda- kinda described you. chad. they think i’m dating you.”

and of course you would describe chad, you gained a crush on him after a week of knowing each other.

“so it’s settled, i’ll be your boyfriend!” and he was beaming on the word boyfriend.

“awesome.” voice meek and throat dry.

“i don’t think i can do this.” “you can, just relax and be yourself.”

finger drummed against wood table, knee bouncing under table cloth. “i’m gonna throw up.” “okay.”

chad dropped his hand over yours, finger curled in like a protective cage. your knee stopped it’s anxious motion, his calloused fingers caressed your knuckles. “everything is gonna be fine,” he whispered close to your ear, “we like each other already.”

a hitch to your breath, “yeah. as- as friends. right.”

“yeah, friends.” the word repeated softly with a little melancholy. “so, do you trust me?”

just the thought of lying for a joke felt wrong. “yes. i trust you.”

“then just follow my lead,” and he leaned in. lips pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek before pulling away and standing up.

“you just be mr and mrs l/n. pleasure to meet you, i’m chad meeks-martin. y/n’s boyfriend.”

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fitzells · 6 months

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WHERE ARE ALL THE CHAD MEEKS MARTIN FICS!!! …. THERE IS SUCH A MINUSCULE AMOUNT 😭😭😭😭 is it up to me?

#chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks imagine #chad meeks smut #chad meeks x fem!reader #chad meeks fluff #scream fic

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queeniekiy · 10 months

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After realizing I put taking request in my bio without specifically what I write for. I write the reader in mind as a black women/men or Poc but you do not have to read as a Poc

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