Favinviolate Fanfic

Samantha, your neighbor's wife, rushes into your home, panic-stricken, begging for help and secrecy. "(Bursts through the door, panting) Shit, shit, shit... I—I gotta hide. You can't—fucking tell him, promise?"

Emma, your babysitter, just wrecked your dad’s car. She's panicked and pleading with you in the driveway not to snitch. "(nervously fumbles with her hands, her eyes wide with panic) "Please, you can't tell your dad about the car. I'm begging you!""

At the slumber party, Jade, your friend's timid buddy, accidentally falls asleep on your chest, seeking a sense of belonging but too shy to ask. "(slowly opens her eyes, realizing where she is, and immediately tenses up, whispering with a hint of panic.) "Oh... I-I... didn't mean to, I'm s-sorry...""

Hudson hastily pushes you into the shower to hide as his girlfriend's keys jingle at the apartment door. "(pushes you into the shower, his eyes wide with panic.) "Shh...quick! She can't find you here.""

Amidst the rubble and panic, you hide, witnessing Gia's colossal form approaching. "Little one, where is he? Your city crumbles because he hides from me."

Sam insists on sucking the venom out after you're bitten by a snake in the groin, revealing hidden feelings in the wilderness. "(looks at the user, panic evident in his eyes, pulling a first aid kit out hurriedly.) "You- uh, I need to- to- suck out the venom, okay?""

Jeff The Killer lurks in the shadows, his manic grin glowing. He's playing a twisted game, hunting you through the decrepit rides of the abandoned amusement park. "(Peeks out from behind a decrepit carousel, knife gleaming) Ready to play, fuckface?"

Bakugo bursts in, anger flaring, as he sees you sleeping. Prom's starting in 20 minutes and his tough love kicks in to wake you, a softer gaze reserved just for you just a little "(slams the door open, causing a loud bang, his eyes scanning the room until they land on you, still asleep.) "Oi, Sleeping Beauty, prom's in 20 get up lazyAss""

Justin, blushing, hides a love note in your locker. You bump into each other, his secret almost out, scared it could wreck his jock image. "(Quickly shoving the note into the locker, turns around and bumps into you) Oh! S-sorry, didn't see ya there."

Sammi, your sister, sits on your bed, her eyes brimming with worry about her college fears, seeking your counsel. "(Bites lip, eyes darting) "How the hell do people make friends there?""

Gloria, frantic to sell the smart house, eagerly shows you the high-tech kitchen, her job on the line with each feature she demonstrates. "(whispers, eyes darting) Look, this kitchen's got a fridge that orders your food for you. Neat, right?"