Trap House Imagines

Fateful - Corey Scherer

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Summary; Corey and Reader should've stayed at home.

Warnings; ANGST, TEARS (shitty ending)

Word Count; 1,428 words

Pronouns; Female

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You and Corey had been dating for a while, and when people hear the words 'a while' they normally think of a couple of months. That's what all of your friends thought each time you'd introduce each other.

But in reality, it was a lot more than a couple months, it was a couple of years, and at times, it would feel like you two had been dating for centuries. It was like two puzzle pieces fitting together when you'd first started dating.

He'd take out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every chance he got he'd treat you like a princess, because he thought that you were. You two were just made for each other.

So, you two stuck around for the ride. Corey did Vine and eventually started a Youtube channel, which lead to you two living with the other boys. Who were just like Corey, but bigger idiots.

Corey would still take you out to lunch, and to hang out at the beach, or go to that arcade down the road. There would be times during fall where he'd take you to the carnival that was in town, and you'd spend the entire day there.

Then there would be days where you two were just at home, sitting around on the bed brainstorming video ideas. Or downstairs watching a rom-com because that was the only thing on tv.

You would be snuggled up to his side, his arm around your shoulders as he'd keep you warm. Every now and then he'd readjust to make sure that you were still comfortable, no matter what position.

Then there were the times when you'd cook together. And even though he tried his best, he didn't know jack about cooking, and would instead read you the recipe as you tried to make the most difficult thing in the book.

Endless memory after memory happened in that house.

Of course, he still went on his TFIL trips with Elton, Sam and Colby. And sometimes the occasional straggler if one of the other boys couldn't make it. Which was hardly ever, Sam and Colby would never go without each other.

Along with the trips came the exploring abandoned buildings. Which were more or less the boys' ideas, since they were more experienced.

However, Corey wasn't.

A shaky breath leaves you as you slowly open your eyes staring at the ceiling with watery eyes. One of your hands clutch onto Corey's shirt, while the other grabs the bed sheet. You'd pinch yourself, but you know it won't wake you up, you've tried too many times.

They had that brilliant idea of returning to the abandoned mall, the one that they had got caught by the cops the second time around. Just for one last video in there, Elton was sure that it would rack in the money, and the guys couldn't just say no.

Even though they tried.

Sam and Colby didn't think it was a good idea, after they'd heard the stories with what happened to the other people. And the guns that were drawn on them last time. The guys following them... it was a little too much for them.

And Corey was downright saying no. He didn't want to do it again, and even after having that heart-to-heart talk with Elton, Elton didn't break under the weight.