Will There Be Part 4 Of Bad Moon Rising? 🥺

What about Dae-Ho from squid game 2 and teen!reader? Like teen!reader is here for some abusive reason (maybe to pay her abusive father debts) and Dae-Ho is mostly like a big brother figure to reader? It's like during the game of the carrousel and reader as no one to go to and almost die until Dae-Ho save her. Then after the game, they eat and Dae-Ho ask her why did she join the game at such a young age so reader explain and Dae-Ho became very protective toward reader?

𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 [𝐾. 𝐷𝑎𝑒-𝐻𝑜]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: ʏᴇs ᴏʀ ɴᴏ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴋᴀɴɢ ᴅᴀᴇ-ʜᴏ x ᴛᴇᴇɴ ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ғʟᴜғғ, ᴀɴɢsᴛ.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ɢᴀᴍᴇs, ᴅᴀᴇ-ʜᴏ sᴀᴠᴇs ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ, ᴠᴜʟɴᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇsᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀɪʟᴏᴜs ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ, sᴛᴇᴘᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ. ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴏɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴇᴀʟs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ sᴛᴏʀʏ, ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇs ʜᴇʀ ғɪᴇʀᴄᴇʟʏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ, ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜᴇʀ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴅᴅs.

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ, ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ.

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The carrousel loomed like a monstrous relic in the center of the arena, its rusted metal creaking as it began to spin. The ominous voice of the announcer echoed through the room, explaining the next pairing number:

"Two."

Panic rippled through the crowd of contestants as they scrambled to find someone to trust—or, at the very least, someone they could tolerate. Amid the chaos, you stood frozen, clutching the fraying edges of your jacket. Your small frame and young age made yoy an oddity among the hardened contestants, and no one seemed eager to approach you.

You took a tentative step forward, your voice trembling as you tried to speak to a nearby man. "Excuse me, can we—"

"Beat it, kid." He pushed past you, locking eyes with someone older and more capable.

Your heart sank, and you glanced around desperately. The crowd was thinning as people paired up, and the rooms began to flood.

"Five seconds remaining," the voice boomed.

Your breathing quickened, your limbs heavy as the realization hit—no one would pick you.

Just as the timer reached zero and the guards grabbed their guns, a hand yanked you back into a room with surprising strength. You stumbled, crashing into someone’s chest. Looking up, you saw a man with sharp features and tired eyes.

Dae-Ho.

“Hang on,” he muttered, gripping your arm as shooting became very loud. He held you steady, shielding you from the chaos around you both.

The survivors stumbled back into the main room, their faces pale and hollowed by exhaustion. The stark white walls felt oppressive, a stark contrast to the blood and marking on their bodies. Dae-Ho released his hold on you but stayed close, his gaze scanning the room as if calculating threats.

“Keep up,” he said curtly, glancing over his shoulder.

You nodded, your legs trembling as you followed him through the corridors. The silence between you was heavy, broken only by the faint hum of the fluorescent lights.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He stopped abruptly, turning to face you. His expression was unreadable, but his tone was softer. “Why didn’t you pair up sooner? You almost got yourself killed.”

You hesitated, the words catching in your throat. “No one wanted to.”

Dae-Ho’s jaw tightened. He looked like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. Instead, he started walking again.

When you reached the main area, trays of food were waiting—a meager portion of rice, a hard-boiled egg, and a slice of bread. Dae-Ho grabbed his tray and sat at a corner bed, gesturing for you to join him. You hesitated, glancing around the room, but the hard stares of the other contestants made your choice clear.

As you sat on the bed besides from him, he pushed his egg toward you without a word.

“You need it more than I do,” he said, taking a bite of his bread.

Your eyes widened. “I—I can’t take this. You need it too.”

“Don’t argue.” His tone left no room for debate.

You nodded, peeling the egg carefully and taking small bites. The food felt heavy in your stomach, and for a moment, the knot of anxiety loosened.

Dae-Ho leaned back in from his seat, watching you closely. “What are you doing here?”

Your hands froze mid-bite. “What do you mean?”

“You’re a kid. These games… they’re not for someone like you.”

Your throat tightened, and you looked down at your tray. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“Everyone says that,” he said, his voice quieter now. “But what’s your reason?”

The words spilled out before you could stop them. “My dad… he’s in debt. A lot of debt. He said it was my fault, that I had to fix it. So, I…” You trailed off, your hands trembling.

Dae-Ho’s expression darkened. “Your father sent you here?”

You nodded, tears threatening to spill over. “He said if I didn’t, the loan sharks would come for me anyway. This was my only chance. He gave me the card and told me to call.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, Dae-Ho reached across the table, placing a hand over yours.

“You shouldn’t have to do this,” he said, his voice firm. “But you’re here now, so you have to survive. No more freezing up, understand?”

You nodded, wiping your eyes. “Okay.”

“And stick with me. No one’s going to mess with you while I’m around.”

From that moment on, Dae-Ho rarely left your side. He became a constant presence, guiding you through the challenges and shielding you from the more ruthless players. He taught you how to read people, how to spot traps, and how to hide your fear.

In a world designed to break you, you found solace in each other.

But the games weren’t over, and Dae-Ho knew that your bond would be tested in ways neither of you could imagine.

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High school au where the batboys are teenagers of age 15-18. Damian being 15, Tim being 16, Jason being 17, and dick being 18. You, the reader are their childhood friend. You are aren’t popular like the boys who are the rich boys of the Gotham academy. You are just a simple student who’s not known, so you don’t hang out with the boys at school much. You are almost 16, being in the middle of the age of Damian and Tim. You are closest to the two youngest of the brothers, dick and Jason are not close with you, but they think they are.

Dick is the type of guy who always waved at you despite being surrounded by his peers which make them stare at you intensely.

Jason is the type of guy to ask you if you need to ride even though he rejects people that ask to ride his motorcycle.

Tim is the type of guy who ask if you understand the work or need help. Always suggesting a tutoring session together at the manor. When really he sees it as a study date.

Damian who always give you small gifts, he knows you hate attention just like him. So he gives you small meaningful gifts just so you can still tell he cares for you.

Even if you don’t want their attention at the school, it’s bad enough that these batboys can’t help but love their childhood best friend.

Can we please get a smutty poly lost boys fic where they also interact with each other and not just the reader? Every fic I can find they only interact with the reader and I need them to help each other

a/n: (I'm sorry if this sucks-) this is 100% relatable… need more asks like this one! Thank you anon!❤️

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 // Valentines Post 𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙋𝙤𝙡𝙮!𝙏𝙇𝘽/𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙍ea𝙙𝙚𝙧 Warning: SMUT/MDNI/18+, Vampirism/blood/biting, scenting, The boys want you to smell like them and only them(possessive much???) Mutual masturbation, p in v, blowjob, Eating-Out/Fingering, doggy, FxMMMM, LOTS OF FLUFF throughout all of this (❤)

Tags: @lunarwhitewolf7 (Ask to be added to TLB poly taglist) You and the boys were out at the boardwalk all night, playing games, teasing each other, scaring walk byers, riding rides.. all that fun stuff. It was a Valentines night at the boardwalk, everyone had their significant other with them. Leaning on one another, kissing one another. Everyone you saw had their singular significant. But you?? You had four hypersexual vampire boyfriends that would give anything to eat you right up. Right here, right now. In more ways than one, in more than one positions. Paul was teasing all the four of you along with Marko. All David and Dwayne had to do was look at one of you and that alone would make you feel weak in the knees. Today was a day all about love, Paul was the touchiest out of the four, Marko hung closer than normal, Dwayne kept a hand on either one of you at all times and David? ohh David would put filthy thoughts in each of your minds as he smirked smugly. Images of you pinned down by Dwayne while he made out with David while he had his cock down your throat as Paul and Marko ate you out at the same time. GOD

You could feel the wetness in your panties gather. "David-" you gasp out, snapping your head over your shoulder to look at him. David was walking behind you and Marko, while he walked alongside Dwayne. Paul was on your other side, making you squished between him and Marko with the two brooding men walking behind y'all. "What?" David asked innocently with an innocent look in his eyes.

It made your stomach flutter and your heart skip, seeing how nonchalant he's acting as if he didn't just give you a free brain-porno or you and your boyfriends. Paul looked at you, he must have read your mind as David gave you the image cause he was smirking flirtatiously. That or he was just being.. well- Paul

Something caught Paul and Marko's eyes, grabbing your hands as they dragged you into a store. "W-woah!" David just laughed quietly, watching you get pulled off by the two chaotic boys. Marko and Paul dragged you to the arcade. Marko stole a small cup full of coins to use at the games, this earned him a surprised stare from you with your mouth agape. "Close your mouth angel, or something'll get inside” He snickered, making you blush at his teasing.

"Look at this one! It's a huge bat plush, y/n come here!" Paul ran back to you and Marko, grabbing both of your hands as he pulled you in front of him while he let's go of Marko's hand and pulled you in between him and the claw machine. "Look, it's so cute. Just like you!" Paul giggles as he kissed the side of your neck, purring softly as he smells your scent. "Cmon, Paul. Let her be." David's voice rung through your ears, making you jump slightly. Paul hums against your neck towards David. You moan softly as Paul pulls away from your neck, leaving behind a slobbery hickey. Marko laughs from behind his glove while he's leaning on the side of the claw machine with Dwayne on the other side and David to the right of you, leaning on his hand that's propped up on the corner of it.

Paul rubbed his nose along the mark he made on your neck, chuckling when you turn your neck away from him. "Paul! I'm trying to get you this damn pink bat!" You laugh as his thick fingers dig into your sides. Dwayne walks over, laughing softly as he pries Paul off of you. "Noooo!" Paul whines, gripping your hips. The boys laugh at his reaction as you lay your forehead against the glass of the machine, laughter pouring from all of you besides Paul. Whenever it's Valentines, Paul makes it his absolute MISSION to smother you in love. The others do too, but Paul is the master at it. "Paul! You want the damn bat or not?!" You cackle out, turning your head to look at Paul. He nods swiftly, furrowing his eyebrows as he looks down into your eyes. "Then let me go." He shakes his head "Nuh uh." "If i give you a kiss, will you let me go?" You ask and he pretends to think. He answers you by stealing your lips in a sloppy tongue kiss, making you laugh against his mouth. Paul then lets you go with a satisfied grin because now, you smell like him.

Paul moves over so you can play the claw machine, your focused expression zeroed in on the pink bat that Paul wanted. David moved a little closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he watched. The four vamps were fascinated at how quickly you grabbed the Pink Bat, Marko and Paul jumping up and down and hollering. "see that?! OUR girlfriend did that!" Marko announced out loud, shouting loudly into the arcade room. people looked over at the five of you annoyingly, but none of you cared. David gently gripped your chin, kissing you on the lips softly. "Good job, baby." Dwayne said as he kissed the side of your head.

After Marko and Paul are done celebrating, they walk over and give you a kiss too. David and Dwayne move out of the way a little bit to give the two room. "Good work, babe!" Paul beams and Marko places his chin on your shoulder. "Can we go to the cave now?" Marko asks in a low tone into your ear, making a shiver go up your spine.

Dwayne and David give each other exchanged glances, knowing that when Marko gets like this it's only a matter of time before someone's clothes are being ripped off. As if on cue, Marko starts pulling at your shirt. Not caring if you're in public. Looking down into your eyes with a look of pure lust. Making Paul giggle, walking closer to the two of you. "Ookay- Time to go." Dwayne says as he picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

Dwayne caries you out of the arcade, the others following close behind. "Ohh fuuck- I can't wait to get to cave." Paul giggles, jumping up and down as the five of you make your way to the bikes. "Easy, Paulie." Marko giggles, leaning closer to his boyfriend as he kisses him.

Dwayne sets you down on the back of David's bike since it was his turn to have you ride with him. The five of you all exchange kisses before mounting the bikes. Revving engines roar, making people look over, almost excited to see the five of you go. "I love you guys!" You yell over the engines. They all smile as they take off. You know they said it too. You just couldn't hear them. You wrap your arms around David's torso, hugging him tightly. The five of you zoom to the cave, you can hear hollering and howling as ya'll make your way to the cave, your home. The four of them park, and the second the engines are turned off, your picked up and thrown over a shoulder. "AHH-" You squeal out, being caried into the cave. You look up and see Dwayne, David, and Paul. Meaning Marko is who picked you up. "Marko!" Marko laughs as he lifts into the air, flying into the nest with the others close behind. The second you're on the bed, Marko is all over you. Kissing your neck, grinding into your thigh, gripping your shirt covered tits. Your moans fill Marko's mouth. "Don't start without us, Marko!" Paul shouted out as he appeared beside the two of you. "Mmph- Can't help it. Need her so bad!" Marko mumbles against your lips as Paul settles down on the bed behind you, picking you up slightly to lay your head against his chest and onto his lap. Paul kisses and sucks at your neck, groaning as your taste fills his senses. David and Dwayne walk in, seeing the sight before them making them groan out. Seeing their mates get handsy with each other. You smushed between the two chaos blonds. "M-marko!" You gasp out, breaking the kiss with him as you whine out, feeling his rub your pussy through your jeans. ""O-oh cavolo. Questa figa è così bagnata, piccola!" ("O-oh fuuck. This pussy's so wet baby!) "feel it- feel it!" Marko grabs Paul's hand, pulling him to the seam of your jeans where you had made damp with your juices. Paul moans out, whining as he moves his hands to grip at your jeans. "I wanna eat her out. Move Marko!" Paul snarls lightly, catching everyone's attention. David appeared beside the bed, gripping Paul's throat. "watch it!" David growls, making Paul look up at him. Dwayne had moved over behind Marko, rubbing his through his jeans as he whispers something in Marko's ear. Whatever Dwayne had said made Marko moan, gripping onto your hips roughly. Paul kept his eyes fixated on David as he rubbed you through your jeans, Paul's other hand working on your jean buttons. David leans down and roughly kisses Paul's mouth, making him moan into the kiss. Paul's hands fly up and grip David's jacket, earning him a growl. Dwayne leans over Marko, causing his hips to grind into your clothed cunt making him groan. Dwayne kisses you as David lets go of a now breathless Paul. Marko leans up and Kisses David, the room getting hotter by the second despite how cold the cave is. David and Marko break the kiss as he leans over Paul, kissing you upside down. Marko had succeeded getting your clothes off, exposing you to the cold air completely. "Fuuuck-" Marko groans, leaning down. Kissing and sucking at your tits while he pulls his clothing off as well. In just a few minutes the five of you are naked. Groping and pulling at each other in a heap of lust. Your nerves feel like they are fire, your senses taken over by your boyfriends while they kiss and suck all over you. Digging their fangs into your skin. Somewhere along the way you ended up halfway on the bed. Your head hanging off the edge, looking up at Dwayne while Paul sucks at your clit messily. Marko and David, gripping at each other while Marko rides him, feeling his thick cock nudge his insides deliciously. Dwayne leans down, kissing your lips before pulling away. He runs one hand over your tits, gently tugging at your nipple as Paul goes to town on your dripping pussy. Tasting your juices as it pours out of you. "Open up Princessa." Dwayne mutters, looking down at you with a gaze full of love as you open your mouth, tongue lolling out as he pushes his tip onto your tongue.

Everything was happening so fast, the feeling of Paul eating the love juices out of your pussy, the feeling of Dwayne deep down your throat and his hands gripping at your boobs. Goosebumps raised on your skin as you arch your back, moaning louder as you cum. Paul drinks it up like a man starved, loud slurping and moaning coming from him as he eats his fill. Marko still riding David as they watch their loving girl get eaten out my Paul had Marko cumming. His cum splattering across David's chest. "Fanculo cazzo.. bisogno di assaggiarla. ora. bisogno di assaggiare!"(Fuck fuck.. needa taste her. now. need to taste!) Marko blabbers out, making David laugh darkly. The moaning you let out around Dwayne has him groaning out, throwing his head back at the feeling. David had reached over and ran his fingers through Paul's messy main before digging his finger into his hair and pulling him off your overstimulated pussy, your thighs shook and your stomach flex and unflex from overstimulation. "Noo!-" Paul groaned, being pulled back from his meal was not on his bucket list. "Let Marko have a taste, Paulie." David cooed out as he grinded up into Marko as he ran his hand up and down Marko's cock.

Paul leaned up and kissed Marko, allowing the curly haired boy to taste you on his tongue. Dwayne had pulled out of your mouth, helping you sit up while he moves to sit behind you. He grippes your hips, making you hover over his cock from behind before pushing you onto all fours. The sight in front of you has you moaning; Marko riding David while David jackes off his cock. and Paul Kissing Marko while his hand slips up an down his own cock. "Look at that baby.. Like that?" Dwayne whispers against your ear, aligning himself with your wet pussy. "All of this is cause of you, baby." David groans out lowly. Paul and Marko breath the kiss, looking over at you. Paul winks at you, as both he, David, and Marko admire the mess they have all made of you. Bite marks all over you, hickies already forming on your skin. God they love it. It's like they've died and came back to like as they watch your face contort to pleasure as Dwayne pushes his thick cock into your cunt. Watching as your eyes roll back and mouth opens in a silent scream. "Oh fuuck! Pleasepleaseplease. Move faster Dwayne!" You whine out at his slow pace. "Nuh uh.. M'gonna enjoy this. Feeling your sweet, sweet pussy clench around me as your get stuffed full with my cock." He hums against our shoulder as he kisses it. Moving his hips back and forth slowly, pulling back fast then pushing back in at an antagonizing slow space. Making your eyes almost cross completely. "mmmph- " you bite your lip as Dwayne slowly speeds up. You lips are met with another pair, teh feeling of a short beard against your cheek tells you that David is now kissing you. Paul and Marko had moved onto each other, letting the older male have whats his. David kissed you deeply as Dwayne grinds into you. His hips flush with your as his tip nudges that good spot, making you clench around him.

Marko and Paul were off to the side, kissing and gripping at each other as Paul rides Marko. The two of them watch as you get smushed between their older mates. Oh how they love Valentines day.

3 birds 1 stone - masterlist

DICK GRAYSON X READER, JASON TODD X READER, TIM DRAKE X READER SERIES

AO3 | WORDS: 156,696 | STATUS: COMPLETE | CHAPTERS: 15 | BATARELLA MASTERLIST

Premise:

‘Dick, Jason, and Tim. Supposed brothers ‘till the end, until all three fall in love with you. Who wins your heart?

The man who earned it, the man who stole it, or the man who always had it?’

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Bad moon rising I

Summary: After a nasty divorce, you and your family are forced to live with your Grandpa in the lovely notorious Santa Carla, California. Filled with punks, geeks, surfer nazis and apparently all kinds of creatures of the night.

Word count: 3.1k

Poly!lost boys x Emerson!reader

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A/n: This is the first time writing for the lost boys, I will let yall know if there are any major warnings in each chapters or not. But I hope that you guys enjoy reading the first chapter.

‘Don't go around tonight

Well it's bound to take your life

There's a bad moon on the rise’

Your legs were killing you. 

After hours of sitting in the back seat of the Land Cruiser, you were growing restless. And Nanook didn’t really help when the dog draped his entire body over your lap, his weight making both of your legs go numb. 

You could hear the sounds of your brothers and mom arguing over which radio station they should listen too for the rest of the drive. The occasional static from the radio making you roll your eyes. 

Maybe your legs weren’t the only thing tired from the long drive, maybe the voices of your family were starting to drive you crazy. 

“Oh,” your mom suddenly said, turning up the music that was currently on. “This one is from my generation.” A smile inched its way on your face as you watched mom dance along to the music. 

Both Sam and Micheal turned to face each other, a soft grin playing other lips as they listened to the ole timey song. “Keep going.” They said together. 

“Ok, ok, I get it.” Mom said as she switched the channel. “My music isn’t hip enough for you guys.”

You leaned forward in your seat, hand resting on Nanooks fur to keep him still. “Hip?” 

“Yeah, you know. Cool, fresh, narly.” Your mom told you, bringing her hand up to do a surfers hand gesture. 

You glanced over at Micheal, trying to see if he too was hearing what mom was describing. He just gave you a playful eye roll, and a shake of his head. Not wanting to tell mom that nobody actually used those words in real life. 

“We’re almost there.” Your mom told you in a sing song manor. 

Glancing past Micheal you saw a billboard, the words Welcome to Santa Carla read across the front, an image of the towns beach drawn on cartoonishly. 

Sam let out a gag, his nose turnt up towards the window. “What’s that smell?” He asked, quickly rolling up the glass to try and block the stench from entering the car. 

Mom closed her eyes, taking a long sniff of the outside breeze. “That’s the ocean air, baby”

“It smells like someone died.”

You snorted at your youngest brothers comment, he wasn’t totally wrong. The saltyness that suffocated the air around you was a bit much, but you’d grow used to it, you all will eventually. 

“Look guys, I know the last year has been tough.” Mom said, glancing back at the rear view mirror at both you and Micheal. “But I think your really gonna like it here.”

You couldn’t count on either hands on how many times your mother had said those exact words to you three. It always starts with the ‘I know’ and always ends in your really gonna like this place. But, if you were being a hundred percent honest you missed back home. 

All of your friends and what’s left of your now broken family is all back home in Phoenix. And you know that mom is doing all that she can to keep everything positive, but deep down you know that the divorce is hurting her just as badly as it is hurting you and your brothers. 

As the car continued to drive down the road, you watched as the sign showed the back. It was packed with graffiti art and even a couple of stickers stuck to wood. But, what caught your attention most was the five letter word painted in black and red. 

Murder capital of the world.

Upon entering Santa Carla, you’ve noticed that there is just about any type of person you could imagine walking along the streets. There were girls in bathing suits, guys with halve shaved heads, groups of tourists, the locals, nerds, jocks. Hell you even saw a dog with its fur colored pink. 

You just hoped that at night the people were better looking. 

Mom pulled beneath the cover of a food shack, allowing everyone to step out and get some fresh air after ten hours on the road. Sam leashed up Nanook and took him to the bathroom, also venturing his new home town by himself as he did so. 

You woke up your legs as you stepped out of the Land Cruiser, the nerves shooting up and down your body, you wobbled a bit on your feet before steadying yourself against the car. You felt sweat begin to form beneath your clothes, causing them to stick uncomfortably to your skin. “Holy cow.” You muttered gently fanning yourself to try and cool off a little. 

You were used to the heat from the sun, but God, the humidity is what’s gonna kill you this summer.  

As you continued to fan yourself off, you noticed all the small shops that surrounded you. They were old and kind of antique-ish looking. But, past that laid the boardwalk, were you knew you’d be spending the remainder of you summer break and nights. 

Sam came jogging back towards the car, Nanook right on his tail. He stopped before mom as he pointed a finger at the boardwalk behind him. “Mom! Mom, there’s and amusement park right on the beach.”

Instead of acknowledging the said park, you watched as mom pulled out a small wad of cash. Placing it in Sam’s hand she gestured to a group of homeless kids rummaging through the dumpster. “Sam, tell those kids to eat something. Will ya’?”

As you watch Sam walk over towards the kids, you notice a telephone pole covered from head to toe in posters. Stepping away from the car and wandering over you read a few, hoping to catch a couple help wanted ads or even just something small enough to help out your family. 

Though instead of any job listing you did find a good amount of missing children posters. Actually, it’s just about a missing everyone poster. There is a little boy that looks about six, a grainy picture of him is nailed down with staples. And beside it is a man in what looks like his mid to early fourties, his balding head and crooked teeth makes you wonder who would miss a guy like that. 

Glancing past the telephone pole, you eyed the teenagers in the dumpster carefully. For all you know these kids could go missing next, and no one would try and look for them. 

The thought made your stomach twist in a discusted knot, the idea that you or even one of your brothers could turn up missing one day and nobody would bat an eye, didn’t sit right with you. 

A car honked from behind you, turning around you noticed that your family is back in the cars AC and that they are all waiting on you. “Y/n, sweetheart.” Your mom called, poking her head out the window. “We have to go, grandpas waiting for us.”

You quickly made your way back to the car, plopping back down in your seat as mom slowly pulled out of the food shack. The feeling of cold breeze in your face cooled you off a lot more than your hand did. 

After a while the car pulled up to an old two story house, the arch way made out of tree limbs and nails made you question how sturdy that would actually be in a storm. Once the car came to a complete stop everyone piled out, the dirt road beneath you dirtied up the end of your blue jeans. The bottom of your converse’s making little patterns in the grime. 

Micheal, who had decided to ride his bike for the rest of the drive, slowly unstradled the vehicle, his eyes darting around the front yard of the house. Wood carvings of animals and an old trailer was near the back of the yard, the fence that surrounded us was slightly spaced out and cut into sharp ends. 

“This is homey.” You muttered to micheal, the backpack that you carried felt heavy on your back after hours of not wearing it. 

Micheal hummed in agreement, albeit sarcasticly. 

Glancing back at the house itself, you took in the porch, it had one too many rocking chairs and wooden tables for you to count. There were even empty beer bottles rolling across the porch floor. But, you stopped judging the home style around you when you noticed a pair of legs laid out on the ground. 

Taking erie steps, you all cautiously eyed the body. Both fear and concern bubbling deep inside of you. Fear that this would be the first dead body you’ve seen and concern over who will come and clean it. 

Mom walked ahead of you and your brothers, crouching down by the head of the body. “Dad?” She asked, swiping hair out of his face as she did so. “Dad?”

“It looks like he’s dead.” Micheal stated, eyes glancing swiftly from his mom and the supposedly dead body before them. 

Mom shook her head, gently shaking her dad awake. “No, he’s just a heavy sleeper.” 

“Why is he asleep on the porch?” Micheal asked, trying to understand the older man. 

You leaned over Sam’s shoulder, taking in the supposedly dead corpse in front of you. “Is the heat from the sun gonna make his body decay faster?” You pondered out loud, ignoring the glare your mom gave you. 

“Yeah. And if he’s dead can we move back to Phoenix?” Sam added on for you, receiving the same look your mom just gave you. 

“The both of you be quiet.” She scolded. 

Suddenly grandpas head popped up, his eyes half lidded as he held a smug smirk. “Playin’ dead. And, from what I heard doing a damn good job of it, too.”

You watched as mom playfully swatted at her dad, before leaning down and giving him a good hug. Sharing a quick glance at your brothers, they both held the same expression that you did. Confused and slightly baffled at how the old man acts. 

The inside of the house looked just like the cabins from Friday the thirteenth. The floor was wood, the stairs were wood, an even the walls were wood. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the refrigerator and sink were made out it, too.

You walked through the house with a cardboard box labeled kitchen, both Sam and Micheal right behind you. Though Micheal was carrying a barbell with a couple of weights and shirts on it, and Sam had a bowl on his head with tied up comics ontop. 

“This place is straight out of a horror movie.” Sam whined, as they reached the kitchen. “I wouldn’t be surprised if their are dead body’s buried somewhere.”

“It’s not that bad.” you tried to reason, placing the box onto the counter and cutting through the tape. 

Sam stared at you bewildered, “Not that bad? Not that bad!” He started to raise his voice, setting down the comics and bowl beside you as he continued. “There’s no TV. Have you seen a TV? I haven’t seen a TV.”

You shrugged your shoulders, taking a couple porcelain plates from the box and setting them in a cabinet. “Use your imagination.”

“Imagination?” The boy raised his voice a little bit higher. “You know who else used there imagination? The Torrence family, and they ended up trying to kill each other.”

“Ok, one this is not The Shinning. And, two, you kill me I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.” 

Micheal chuckled at yours and Sam’s conversation, “Oh, you think this is funny Micheal?” Sam asked the irritation of no TV or even MTV was starting to get to him. 

“A little.” He told his brother, placing the barbell down and walking back towards the car. “But, we’re flat broke, Sammy. Can’t afford a new TV for this joke of a place.”

You walked back and forth from the car, box after box, cutting open and placing your stuff with Grandpas. It was tiring, but, you wanted to get it done now so that you could go to the boardwalk tonight. 

Though your brothers on the other hand, weren’t as helpful as you were trying to be. 

Sam ran through the living room, swaying between the boxes that littered the ground as he sprinted away from Micheal. The said older boy was running down the stairs, he hoped over the railing near the bottom and took off after Sam. 

You were pulling out a vase from a box, tearing off the bubble wrap and placing it perfectly on the table. You took a small step back and eyed the spot, debating if you should move it one way or another for it to look right. 

But, as you stepped back, you acidently stood right infront of Micheal’s path. He collided with your side, sending you both tumbling to the ground. “Dammit, Micheal!” You shouted, quickly getting up just as your brother did. Continuing with his chase after Sam, you immediately ran after him. 

“Hey, guys, no running in the house.” Mom called out to the three of you, though no one paid her any mind as you all just continued to chase one another. 

Sam stopped before two sliding doors, shoving each of them open. You and Micheal caught up with your brother, you about ready to shove Micheal for knocking you to the ground, when you saw what laid behind the double doors. 

Taxidermy animals laid on the table in front of you, some were even hung up to the ceiling because there was no more room on the surface. The three of you stood shocked at the room, you more disturbed that so many dead animals were cut open like they currently were. 

“I think we found the dead bodies, Sam.” You told him, referring to your earlier talk about grandpa hiding dead corpses. 

Sam let out a snort, eyeing the room with interest. Micheal leaned up against your side, his elbow coming up to rest on your shoulder. Even at pratically the same height he liked to remind you which of the two was the tallest. 

“Talk about Texas chainsaw massacre.” 

“Rules.” A voice suddenly called out, bringing each of your attention to grandpa who had a cardboard box in hand. “We got some rules around here.”

He gestured with his hand to follow, which you all did begrudgingly. The old man led you to the refrigerator, and upon opening it you saw a sign that read, ‘Old fart’. You hid your amused smile behind your hand as Grandpa began to explain the rules. 

“The second shelf is mine.” He stated matter of factly, easing the sign to show a couple of beer bottles and a box of Oreos hidden behind it. He waved a finger at all three of you, “Don’t nobody touch the second shelf, ya’ hear.”

You nodded along with your brothers, grandpa then waddled out of the kitchen leaving you to trail behind him. You watched discustedly as Micheal began to shove his finger in Sam’s ear, the younger boy trying to push him away when Micheal wrapped an arm around the poor boys neck. 

Clearing his throat, Micheal directed his attention back at grandpa. “Hey, grandpa? Is it true that Santa Carla is the murder capital of the world?” He asked, refusing to let Sam go from his grasp. 

Murder capital of the world. 

Those were the exact words you’d read off the back of the billboard. You hadn’t known that Micheal had read that aswell, although he appears to be taking the towns chosen nickname more jokingly than you had. 

Grandpa slowly turned back around to face the three of you, his eyes darting across each face. “There are some bad elements around here.” He told you, though his voice seemed to be a lot more serious than anything. 

Sam finally shoves Micheal off of him, “Woah, wait a minute. You mean to tell me that we moved to the murder capital of the world?” He asked, getting close to the old man’s face. “Are you serious grandpa?”

You watched as grandpa took his time with his next words of choice. “Well- let me put it this way; if all the corpses buried around here were to stand up at once, we’d have a serious population problem.”

That did about anything but soothe your racing mind. Are we gonna get killed here? Are you actually going to go missing and nobody would care? Could Sam, Micheal or even mom turn up dead one day?

Your thoughts immediately went back to the missing posters, all the untraced people that had disappeared off the face of the earth. And not one of them had been found. You don’t think your gonna like it here all that much, you concluded. 

Mom suddenly sauntered in the living room, a stack of hats resting ontop of her head. “Oh, Dad. You’re gonna give them nightmares.” She told him, not wanting to deal with three teenagers wandering into her room at night complaining about what grandpa had told them. 

Grandpa waved his hand, dismissing her accusation. Changjng the conversation, he picked up a TV guide that sat on the end table, waving back to you and your brothers he began to explain another rule of his. 

“Now, when the mailman brings the TV guide on wensdays, sometimes the corner of the address label will curl up.” He pointed to the address label on the guide, the corner slowly thrusting itself up towards the ceiling. “You’ll be tempted to peel it off. Don’t. You’ll end up ripping the cover, and I don’t like that

He tossed the TV guide back on a different table, making his way back to the taxidermy room. He yanked the sliding doors together and they closed with a great, smack. “And stay out of here.”

Grandpa then walked away, though not before Sam stood in his pathway, excitement rising in his chest. “There’s a TV?” He asked, slightly crossing his fingers for the man to say yes. 

“No. I just like to read the TV guide. Read the guide and you don’t need the Tv.” He then walked away, leaving Sam with a disappointed look. 

“See,” you told him, walking towards a couple of boxes that were laid about the living room floor. “Now, you get to use you imagination.”

Sam pointed a finger at you, “When we go crazy, here- and we will, you’ll be the first that I kill.”

You pushed Sam out of your way with your shoulder, balancing the box on your hip. “Then be prepared for me to haunt you until the end of times, Samuel Emerson.”

A/a/n: Hello and thank you for reading the first chapter :) Now we won’t meet the boys until the next chapter, but I am debating if I should just make that chapter about you meeting them or add on. I still haven’t decided. But thank you again and the next chapter will be done as quickly as possible ;)

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