Toxic [A PewdieCry Fanfic] Discontinued

Prolouge

New Story? Sure, why not.

AU where Cry is a whore and Felix is just... Felix..?

Heh, I'm gonna enjoy this.

Disclaimer?: Dude, I own the fuck out of Cry and Pewds. They're my fuck buddy bitches y'all. *puts on pimp suit*

And if they ever read this? I have no regrets. Enjoy your hard on! <3

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There was no sugar coating it: Cry was the schools biggest slut. Always had been, probably always would be.

He didn't mind much, though, why should he? Most people may've looked down on him, but the 'job' - if. one could call it that - paid well, and honestly? He loved it. Everything about sex was perfect to him.

The way two bodies could fit so perfectly together, and the exchange of heat and saliva. Even the feeling of being caressed and cradled was nice.

Of course, now's the part where you expect something like: 'behind all the sex, was really a broken down boy; just yearning for someone. Someone to really love him.'

Hell no.

The sex was just that: sex. Pure, unadulterated, hot sex.

There was no hidden love, no 'neglected issues' or need for someone to fix a broken heart.

Cry was a slut. He knew it, they knew it, so why sugar coat something so simple?

Or at least he believed it was simple.

Until He showed up.

He fucked everything up.

One taste, and Cry was hooked - addicted, like a drug.

A hot, foreign drug.

No one could compare, nor could they make him feel as good.

And that's why Cry hated Him. Hated his stupidly soft hair, that adorable yet annoying accent, he even hated the laughable way his azure eyes seemed to shine in soft lighting.

God, how Cry hated Him.

Though, he'd never be able to admit it out loud, the words only got caught in his throat.

The other had his perks, he supposed. His cute laugh and kind eyes, the way his arms were so warm and welcoming, and how his touch made shivers run down Cry's spine.

The way he always made Cry hate to have to leave his bed before day break.

He hated Him.

But Cry would never be able to admit it out loud, he knew he never could.

The words would only get caught in his throat, stuck under confessions and declarations that both scared and thrilled him.

Sex was just that: sex.

But with Him? It was more than sex.

And he hated it. Hated Him.

Hated Felix Kjellberg.

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Well fuck me.

Ha, get it? Cause Cry's a whore, and- and- it says 'fuck me'? And that's what whore d-

Ah, forget it. The moments gone.

So anywho, how was the prologue so far? Shitty? I bet. You gotta give me some credit though, it's like 3 am and I'm recovering for a hangover and a serious case of Writer's Block, I'm trying man!

So, hope you'll all stick around for this story! (if I continue it) And let's just see where this trainwreck leads us!

Hearts, kisses and all that other bullshit <3