#rush week

[nonotnolan]

Rush Week

You develop a special sort of bond with a guy when you've swapped bodies and you're touching each other's dick. It's the justification that Sigma Epsilon Chi gave for their partnership with Cuerpo Inc. during rush week, and I had to admit it makes sense. More to the point, Sig-Ep is THE frat to be in, so I knew I was going to do whatever it took to become a member, hazing be damned.

My face has never been much to look at-- my ears have always been huge, my hair is hopelessly curly, and I think my features are more rugged than handsome. I certainly don't have legacy money or family connections. I pledged with the hope that my muscles or my vibes would get me a ticket in, and I was so relieved to get that offer letter.

They said the house would swap bodies at random for the weekend, but I know that the machinery they use allows you to specify certain swaps and randomize others. I was convinced one of the upperclassmen will be taking my body while I ended up in some twig body for maximum embarrassment... and I wasn't wrong.

Henry is... he's a good guy, honestly. His parents are loaded and he can eat damn near anything and it doesn't affect his figure. I've never been fashion forward, so having access to his closet has been wild. The guy actually owns a sewing machine! He's also one of those guys who is never seen without product in his hair-- he actually left me instructions on how to take care of it. I can only imagine what he's gonna do in my low maintenance body-- all I own are tank tops and gym shirts. I'm half-expecting to come back to a new wardrobe and a manicure. But holy hell, the dude is thin and lanky in ways I didn't think was possible. I hope he enjoys having some actual meat on his bones.

The biggest thing is that Henry is gay. Which, you know, that's totally cool by me! More chicks for the rest of us. But once I was put into his body, seeing all of my fellow bros roaming around shirtless and feeling up their new muscles... I don't know how Henry can wear these skinny jeans all the time. I was rock-hard within minutes and it physically hurt to have my new eight inches constrained by denim. I almost feel guilty, giving him the shorter end of the stick.

I'm pretty sure Henry is an insatiable bottom, so all of that size seems wasted but... what can you do? Anyway, we're allowed to hook up this weekend as long as we use condoms and... when else am I gonna have this opportunity, you know? If I don't take this chance, I'm gonna be consumed by the 'what if's forever. Also the part where I'm horny as fuck in his body.

Lucky for me, whoever ended up in Joey's body was giving me the side-eye the whole time we were at the opening mixer, so I don't think it will take much effort to get my dick wet. His body has the type of smooth skin I've always envied, and I'm honestly jealous at how handsome his face looks. He's got a dirty blonde dye job that plays into his charm, and his muscles are... well, they might be bigger than mine. My real muscles, anyway.

"You wanna head upstairs to my room?" Joey asked, grabbing my bulge in his hand. He flashed a dazzling grin, and I could feel myself swooning from the confidence. God, I wanted him so bad. But Joey was just a Sophomore, which meant he still had one of the smaller bedrooms.

"My room," I said, shaking my head. A thought crossed my mind, and once again I figured I may as well follow the impulse. I threw my arms around Joey's neck and jumped into his arms. He stumbled a bit, but pretty soon his arms were hooked underneath my body to support my weight. So many of my friends back home did that all the time, and now I understood why they found it addicting. I leaned in close enough for him to feel the heat of my breath as I whispered into his ear, "I want you inside me."

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"I really needed that," I said, putting some clothes back on after the most intense session of my life. "Can't say that I had ever imagined getting fucked by a man before, but, uhh... I enjoyed it, it was good. Hopefully that was good for you, too?" I could feel myself starting to blush. "I've never been a gay man before, but I think I got the hang of it there at the end."

"Bro, you were great, don't even worry about it," Joey said, resting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "But, uhh... what do you mean, you've never been a gay man before?"

I paused, trying to figure out whether or not he was messing with me. "I mean... I'm in Henry's body right now? It's me, Matty. I'm not actually gay. But, you know... when in Rome."

He just laughed at me. "Bro, that's not how it works. Attraction is all in the brain. Like... yeah, the real Henry is out and proud, but you being in his body doesn't make you gay. If you were into that, you've always been into dudes. You were just too afraid to admit it."

His face was all smiles, but his words felt like a punch to the gut. "Wait, but... I can't be gay, I've had girlfriends, I..." I tried to come up with some sort of defense, but nothing came to mind. I thought I was caught up in what other guys looked like because I was jealous. Was that just some warped form of attraction? "Are you sure the swap works like that?"

Joey wrapped me in a warm hug. "I'm sure. Sorry, bro. Didn't mean to give you a existential crisis. I thought you knew. You may not be gay, if it helps? You might be, like... Bi or Pan instead. And no one's gonna make you pick a label right away. Take your time, see what feels right."

He had a point. Being attracted to dudes wasn't limited to just gay men. And anyway, it's not like being gay would be a bad thing. I just... I didn't think it was me. "Hey, thanks bro," I said, hugging him back. "And... sorry if I sounded insulting. There's nothing wrong with being gay, I just didn't think... well, I'll definitely have to figure out my, uhh... my truth, I guess."

I started lowering my hands back down to his ass, and pretty soon we were making out again. "Hey, are you sure this is what you want?" Joey asked, pausing as I started to strip again. "Feels like you're moving fast, and I want to make sure you're not, like... pressured or whatever."

"Yeah, I'm sure," I replied, smiling at him. "You're the one who told me to see what feels right. That was my first time having sex with a dude, and it felt pretty good. So I think I'm gonna have sex with a guy for a second time. See what happens."

He smiled back, and I could feel myself melt. I don't know who's in Joey's body right now, but I hope it's someone hot. There's no way we aren't hooking up once we swap back.

[knifetomeatu]

he shouldve known not to interrupt a Girl's Night🔪

[persnicketypomelo]

murder, obsession, nonconsensual touching, cutting skin word count: 1.4k Written based on Rush Week

Yandere!Johnny x sorority girl!reader

When you told your friends you were excited to celebrate Halloween season, you hadn't meant that you wanted an actual knife-wielding psychopath to turn up on your doorstep.

Unfortunately, it seems that's what the universe thought you meant.

You had prepared for a quiet evening in when a bloodcurdling scream from outside jolts you from your nighttime routine. You weren't the only one startled either. The shriek was so loud, so close that the whole sorority was on alert, exchanging quizzical glances.

"It definitely came from from directly outside the door, right?" She wasn't wrong, it sounded like the scream had resonated from right next to the house.

The group of you take cautious steps down the grand staircase, stopping shy of the door, fright and apprehension effectively settling the group of you, leaving the double doors a wide breadth.

Straggled whispers buzz from the group, and then, nothing. A few crane their heads, listening for further sounds that won't be heard.

A few moments of silence.

The kitchen knife in your hand grows slick with sweat, the long fabric of your pajamas does nothing to abet the cold chills that tingle down your spine.

Still, silence.

If you weren't in a group, you would've started to feel embarrassed, standing in your fuzzy slippers with a kitchen utensil. Are you all so much of children that every bump in the night is enough to startle you?

BANG!

Immediately, any embarrassment you might feel is replaced by fear and a collective scream. Everyone skitters back from the door, watching in horror as it shudders from the force of the bang.

BANG!

Another pound at the door, and you don't need another reason to back away. There's a maniac at the door, and with the way the it groans and shudders, it doesn't seem like it will be a deterrent to them for long.

By the time you make your way back up the top of the stairs, the entrance swings forth to reveal a horrifying sight.

A stranger with a knife. And blood. Blood trickling down his neck. Down the silver blade. Dripping onto the wooden floor.

"Hey there," he says with a toothy grin, in a tone psychopathically divorced from the situation. At the screams he elicits, he only laughs.

And then he makes eye contact with you.

You don't need another reason to scramble with all your agility up the staircase and latch the door to a random bedroom behind you. Think, think, think!, you will your brain, melted in a fear-induced blankness. You scramble your hands absently, deciding on a perfume to complement your knife.

Not the ideal weapon, but getting that stuff in your eyes has got to sting, right?

If he's going after you, you wouldn't know it over the sound of your heart in your ears. And you don't plan to stay and find out.

You need to get out of here. Now. Selfishly, you can only hope he's focused on someone else right now, and you wait until the commotion sounds further away before inching out of your hiding spot.

The makeshift fire escape ladder is your best chance at an escape.

If you can get out, maybe you can call for help for your sisters still stuck with that maniac. Maybe. But your precedence right now was to save yourself.

Despite the beating of your heart and the adrenaline in your veins, you take your time, forcing yourself to tiptoe slowly through the halls. You try not to pay mind to the screams that echo from other parts of the house, nor how the commotion slowly quiets.

Your true mistake was in assuming you would be safe once you got out of the house.

There, at the front yard, lay one of the sisters, lifeless and bloody by her car. You're not sure whether you gaped for minutes or seconds, but life could not have made more of a mockery of you. You rush the gate behind her corpse, rattling with desperation.

But it was for nothing; the gate was wrapped with chains, shut and locked.

How maniacal--that creep had planned this all out, he planned on herding you all and slaughtering you like livestock. Your best bet was to call the police and hold out until the cops came.

Your eyes turn back to the car.

"I'm so, so sorry," you mumble, gingerly patting around the girl's pockets, feeling for the cold metal against your fingers.

With clumsy fingers, you tune the radio to the police. The wait between your initial 'hello' and the dispatcher responding might have been the longest and most nerve-fraying few seconds you've ever endured.

"Come on, come on," you mutter keeping an eye on the house that is far too quiet for your liking. As you stumble through an explanation to the dispatcher, you really fear something has turned for the worse back inside.

"Found ya!"

No scream can properly express the horror and panic you feel as the assailant grabs your collar and tosses you out of the car.

"Stay AWAY from me!" grasping at what you have on hand , you spritz the perfume bottle at him, aiming square in the eyes.

The slick haired murderer grunts, shielding his eyes, but only for a moment, seemingly none too bothered by the nasty spray in his eyes.

"You're gonna have to try harder than that, sweetheart,"

The sudden yank at your hair trip is enough to stop you from dashing away as the man throws you to the ground. With no other options, you bare your last card.

You brandish the knife, flailing it in an attempt to injure him, or at least spook him. If he's averse to getting cut, he doesn't show it, merely grinning at your attempt. You instinctively hiss as he kicks the knife from your hand.

Seeing him up close, your horror redoubles. He's covered in blood now. The terrible liquid coating his jacket, his jeans, and even his face. Oh god, how many people has he killed?

And then a more daunting realization, am I the only one left alive?

"C'mon," he teases, stomping his boot on your stomach hard enough to make you splutter and wheeze, "is that all ya got?"

At your labored breathing, he merely continues, "I thought you'd have more fight left to ya--left a nice trail for me, and all. Didn't even try to hide your tracks."

You can't respond, and he knows it.

"Aw, what's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He mocks. But it seems his curiosity gets the better of him, and eases the pressure to your stomach enough for you to speak.

"Please," you beg, "don't kill me! I won't tell--I swear!" It's a lie obvious enough for a blind person to see it.

He only laughs at your pleas, and your heart sinks, knowing that he probably enjoys this: goading you into begging or fighting until he kills you as well.

You take the small leeway he affords you in mocking you, and you shove him off of you as best you can in an attempt to run away. An attempt that he shuts down as quickly as it starts. With a swift boot to your back, you're punted down into the earth again.

"So you do got some fight left," your pain redoubles as he harshly presses a knee into your stomach, "shame it wasn't enough."

Something catches his attention, and he grips your jaw, harshly prodding and jerking your face around side-to-side. Even, trapped helplessly in his bruising grasp, you can feel his eyes, scrutinizing you.

"Hey...you're a pretty one, ain't ya? Anybody tell you that recently?"

You've never been less flattered by a compliment.

"Tell ya what," he says, positioning his knife against your throat in a silent threat, moving to crouch beside you.

"I'll let you live for tonight, sound good? Hell, since I'm feeling generous, I'll even give ya something to remember me by."

Sirens blare in the distance, and you could cry. Whether from relief, or fear that he might suddenly change his mind, you can't be sure. But he's not gone yet, and the police wouldn't make it if he decided you weren't worth the trouble last minute.

One minute the knife is pressed dangerously taught against your throat, the next, it's in your side. In a moment, he pulls up the hem of your shirt, and your struggles sprout into screams and cries as he cuts into your abdomen.

"I'll be seeing you around--you can count on it."

By the time the police arrive, he's gone, but the tears keep coming. The only remnants he left behind were the corpses of your sisters, and a bleeding cut in the shape of a 'J' on your side.

dividers by saradika-graphics halloween series (1/5?)

[mitsuriville]

Rush Week Johnny Drawing!🔪

“Don’t run, I just wanna see how it feels!” I am in love with rush week, so take this :33 I forget to post here a lot I know but take this as compensation 🫶🫶🫶

[freakfangz]

that sorority girl should’ve done this tbh

[connie-taylor]

RUSH WEEK - TEXAS CHAIN SAW MASSACRE

icons/edits by me, credit is appreciated :)

[staticsattic]

Rush week girl! I named her Mckenna because I think it suits her….

Anyways sorry for not being active! School is kicking my butt but hey at least I have rush week now‼️

(Not my photo!)

[morelikesin]

🐰 Time to play, Sammy!

🐶 Alright, Sam, here's your shining "final girl" moment - don't ruin it.

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Inspired by TCM's Rush Week 🔪

[lmshady]

Me with all the Rush Week Johnnys~

Will say, Rush Week has been stupid fun. I love it~♥

[girlblunttt]

r.i.p sorority girl fashionista you would have loved lana del rey

[asilaslaughters]

Рашвиковские дураки

[ar3s-r4t-qu33n]

My Thoughts and Theories on the new Rush Week Teaser!!

• New Johnny outfit!!

Obviously based on the 'Wildflowers bring out the rattlesnakes' quote from the Lore Stream by Ronnie Hobbs

Hopefully it's not event exclusive and we can wear it all the time because 👀

Maybe new fits for the whole gang? That'd be nice.

• The music reminds me of 80s horror and we are yet to hear about a frat/Sorority house being attacked on the radio. Obviously, there were the three girls in Plugerville, but I feel like we know all about that already? He broke in, killed one, got his scar, and escaped and is now wanted, probably his biggest failure ever (sorry Johnny baby but you get ahead of yourself way too much). That would date this to be the October of 1972.

That leads me to think this is set in the future maybe? Either still 1973, the Halloween after the game, or possible even in the 1980s.

It's a big jump, but with the almost definite arrival of Choptop, it might bridge some of the aesthetic gap between him and the rest of the family (I'm not saying we're about to time jump the whole game 10 years, but just visually speaking)

• New Characters!

I have a feeling we'll be locked in to play as Johnny as he hacks and slashes his way through (possibly like a Hitman mission? Like, he has to complete a certain goal and not get caught??)

But it's POSSIBLE that we are at the University of Texas and we might get to meet June, Sonny's girlfriend

Or like I said, set in the 80s with a brand new cast of victims to either play as in evading Johnny (unlikely, at least to me) or to hunt down and kill as Johnny

The blonde girl reminds me of a TCM OC I've seen before. This is a HUGE stretch, but POSSIBLY she's her..? Heavily doubt it but it'd be really cool since people really want that OC in the game

• Set during Halloween

Meaning it HAS to be either PRE Maria's disappearance (before March/April of 1973) or AFTER her disappearance AND the movie (August of 1973)

Still clinging onto the hope that she's alive

I'm thinking possibly that Johnny has killed Nancy and run off with Hands? It'd make the leather jacket make sense

Not that it needs to, Johnny would totally wear that as is

But if I hear him mention a 'gal back home', I'm losing my mind-

I'm just saying, him killing Nancy and taking off with Maria after everything would be a perfect ending to me, whether she's traumatised or not (I didn't say she had to be all hunky dory, girlie will be BROKEN after all of this but I just cannot see Johnny killing her off, not after he and Grandpa and everyone else have gone through so much effort to keep her alive)

Those are all my main thoughts rn for the teaser!! We literally don't know anything about this game mode yet, but making Rush Week be like, Frat/Sorority Rush is such a fun idea since the story is so connected to the University of Texas. And like, it probably IS the Plugerville incident, but idk, I'm holding out hope for a little bit more, ig?? Idk. Let me know what you guys think, I'd love to talk theories and ideas!!

[vinasmiles]

Am I bugging? Or does Johnny have gray hairs for being younger than 30? The family got him feeling so stressed out.

[madame-mortician]

Theorising on that new TCM game mode (Rush Week):

Takes place late 70s-early 80s, so after the events of both the TCM game and the TCM movie (before TCM 2 though.)

Gameplay is similar to Friday the 13th: The Game. There’s 6 survivors and only 1 killer, so they kinda have to make Johnny way stronger than he is in the regular game mode. The survivors will also probably just have set stats and limited perks.

Because it takes place at a University during Halloween, the set up will be way different since it won’t be Johnny hunting down victims trying to escape a basement, it would be Johnny hunting down victims spread out across a bigger map than usual.

From the teaser, it looks like the survivors are all women, so he’s specifically gone to the woman’s dorms, which fits his character. This probably means all the victims are female characters maybe with the exception of 1 or 2.

Johnny is 100% going to have new voice lines. Some of his regular voice lines can work in a general setting, however most of his lines only work in the context of the normal game, with all of Maria’s friends and being in a family owned location surrounded by family. Here he’s alone in a girls dormitory, completely outnumbered but also stronger than he was before, so his voice lines should reflect that. It would be great if he mentioned things like the games events and the TCM movies events (by this point the Sawyer Family would’ve moved out of the family house because Sally escaped.) Obviously I don’t want him to just stare at the camera and lore dump, but the occasional voice line mentioning a character or an event would be nice.

This one is more speculation, but in the teaser Johnny is wearing a biker jacket, akin to gang members. Though I doubt Johnny himself is in a gang, it’s funny to think he’d dress like one to make himself look cool. That or he’s just a metalhead.

The set up is interesting, because in every other game like this, there’s a situation that leads to the survivors being aware of their hunter and splitting up (in F13, they see Jason and split up, in TCM they get caught and locked up…) So like… what’s the scenario here? Does Johnny just come waltzing in and everybody instantly runs away because they’re scared? It makes sense for Jason because they already know of him beforehand and literally watch him kill somebody, but Johnny just walking in wouldn’t cause everybody to panic and rush to fix their car in the middle of the night to escape. Maybe he comes in, kills somebody and then everybody panics but I feel like in this setting he’d get caught and that’s it? It’s not even like the game can just start with the victims unaware Johnny is there, because then why would they be trying to survive, they don’t know they’re in any danger? We’ll just have to wait and see >:)

[angiefoxy]

[mariasweetheart]

So yknow the rush week outfit “laundry day”? Yeah…

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