#clusterhug

Fandom: Date Everything

Relationship: Chance x Reader/Homeowner

Fic Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Past Abusive Relationship, Eventual Smut, No Beta Reader We Die Like Chappy

Summary: You've had your lucky dice for almost a decade. It's helped you make some of the hardest decisions of your life and has strangely provided emotional support. No judgement here, but you seem to have a few screws loose. Now that you live in Coolsville, you need a job, friends, and maybe a lover? Well, so far, your friend Sam put in a word at her job, so you start tomorrow, so that's 2? down. (Yes, Friends is plural, but you tried.)

Now all that's left is finding a lover.

Ugh, why can't you just date your dice?

Title from Clusterhug by IDKHOW

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Excerpt:

He was there.

Right in front of you, lying beside you in bed.

Chance.

“Princess…”

You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, tears flowing down your cheeks like water. Like a weight was lifted from your heart, you reached out to cup his cheek.

“Chance… I was so scared,” a sob ripped from your throat. “I was so scared you were hurt or worse. I-I couldn’t check on you at first, then the longer I waited…

“I know, princess…” His cheek was warm, comforting.

Wet.

Slowly, you removed your hand from his face.

Your hand dripped blood, scarlet, foul-smelling blood.

“It’s your fault.”

Jagged resin chunks fell from Chance’s face, each dripping and splattering on your bed.

“You killed me.”

You blinked.

It wasn’t Chance.

Gore in his place, the crack of a skull reverberating over and over in your head as brain matter and bone spread across your bed like a tidal wave.