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georgiaheartsdilfs · 2 years

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Kol ruins your dates all the time you lash out and you ask him what his problem is. He doesn't say anything so you scream at him more, he ends up kisses you, then it hits you why. He wants to be with you but he didn't know how to tell you.

Thanks, For Ruining Yet Another Date. | Kol Mikaelson x Reader

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"so you like pasta?" he says "obviously" I say making him laugh. I had been on a date with a guy named Oliver for the past hour. It wasn't a bad date but I had been on far better dates than this.

"right, right you did order pasta, my bad." he chuckles covering his mouth that was full of food "its fine" I laugh gently.

Oliver and i met through a mutual friend from my work, she says that he's a great guy and that a few things could go wrong but not majorly wrong which made me laugh.

"When was the last time you dated someone?" Oliver asks and I shrug "god the last guy I was, uh 3 years maybe. It's been a while thats what I can say. What about you?" I ask politely.

"Way too long ago, maybe a decade? maybe more." he says causing me to raise an eyebrow. "that's long" I say as he scoffs "tell me about it, i mean you know i've talked to women here and there but I never got past talking to them." he says making me laugh out loud.

Noticing that no one else was laughing I quickly stop "it's fine, it's a good story to tell." he says and I nod "yeah it is." I laugh.

The conversation continues, it started getting late so Oliver offered to walk me home since my house wasn't far from the restaurant we were currently eating at.

On the walk home he place his jacket over my shoulders "thanks" I smile to him "just practising for the next date." he shrugs and I chuckle "so when's the next date?" I ask him.

"Never" a voice interrupts followed by the snapping sound of a bone, spinning around I notice Oliver was no where to be seen so I start looking in every possible direction up, left, right, down "OH MY GOD." I scream.

Oliver was dead on the floor, his head almost off his neck I fall to my knees "oliver?" I whisper "Oliver?" I start slapping him, it wasn't bright of me to do, but I did it anyways.

"looks like your date ghosted you." a british voice cuts me off, I look up to see Kol with a smug look on his face as if he was about to crack from his poorly timed joke "you did this!" I say almost wanting to yell at him but not. Instead I slap his cheek as hard as I could, channelling all my anger and turning it into power.

"ouch, i felt that one." he says rubbing his tongue along the inside of his cheek "you better, you just killed my date." I say under my breath "now how are we suppose to get rid of the body Kol." I throw my arms out in the air "oh please, I can get rid of this limp thing in no time, it's fine." he shrugs "NO IT'S NOT FINE" i yell at him "YOU KILLED MY DATE" I continue.

I push him back angrily "YOU ALWAYS DO THIS, I HAVE A GREAT NIGHT AND YOU KILL THEM JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN." now it was dark, the moon was out and it was bright but not bright enough for everyone to see Kol and I standing next to a dead body.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM? WHY DO YOU ALWAYS KILL MY DATES WHY CAN'T YOU KILL BEKAHS OR MARCELS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD." my voice was louder than it had ever been, my anger fuelling the volume of my voice.

Kol stands there, the expression on his face still smug and proud of yet another death that is not only on his hands but also on mine because it was my date.

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO TELL SOMEONE WHEN THEY ASK 'HEY WHERE IS OLIVER?' HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO TELL THEM OH THIS PHSYCO THAT I KNOW KILLED HIM RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES AND I DID NOTHING." my voice remained loud, any remaining human or supernatural that was once standing near us had now disappeared at the sound of my furious voice.

"OR SHOULD I JUST SAY THAT AN OLD FRIEND OF MINE CAME TO TOWN, OH DID I MENTION HE IS A MURDEROUS RAGING PSYCHOTIC BITCH." slapping him once more before he grabs my cheeks, pulling me in and placing his lips on mine.

Shit.

After a while he pulls apart, pointing down at Oliver's limp body "just hit a snag." he started scratching the back of his head.

I point between Oliver and Kol "holy shit, i get it now." my jaw drops in amazement, how truly fucked Kol was.

"you, you. Kill my dates because you can't stand me with other people. You want to be the person I go on dates with." I point to him, squinting at him waiting for him to nod "Well I-" "Honesty is the best policy Kol." I places my hands on my hips.

"Don't ever use outdated phrases." he rolls his eyes "Don't lie to me, you love me." I say "You say that when the guy you went on a date with is dead on the floor, y/n, don't flatter yourself." he scoffs.

"But I do." he mumbles walking off I kick Oliver's dead body before running after Kol "Thanks, For Ruining Yet Another Date." I nudge him and he shrugs "I thought you would have gotten a hint the first time." he clears his throat "So we're just leaving him?" I ask Kol and he nods.

"I'm dropping you off and we'll talk about this tomorrow." he says "Now." I grab his arm stopping him "Now?" he says nervously "Yes, Now." I say sternly.

"So I may slightly be in love with you, that's all." he says chuckling shortly afterwards trying to brush it off "wow. how unlucky am I to have a Mikaelson fall in love with me." I smack my lips "very unlucky." he says making me laugh.

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Becoming : Jason Todd x fem!reader

A/N : This is going to be a series. It's a cheshire!verse story showing origins and life of Y/N as the vigilante.

Some other parts are: Cheshire cat, That damn gala and Five years later, Tired and Benched. (not necessarily in that order though)

HOW IT ALL STARTED:

„Y/N?”

There she was. Young girl, barely over 12 years old, broken, scared and shaking. Standing over her father’s grave still processing what happened when this strange, darkly dressed man approached her. She knew him. Of course she knew him. She was her father’s boss, named Bruce Wayne. The philanthropist. Even though her father did not talk much about his work and his employer she caught pieces of late night phone talks, raised voiced and occasionally fear in her father’s eyes when he picked up the phone and his gaze rested on her while listening to whoever was on the other side. Oh, and one thing she remembered particularly clear. One fateful night. There was no phone call, no warning, nothing when a bunch of assaulters stormed into her house, kicking down the doors. She clearly remembered the haze, the fear, the terror and the urgency with which her father grabbed some of the latest Wayne Enterprises gadgets he was working on and attacked back yelling at her to get out the house and find Bruce Wayne, since apparently he was the one who could safe him. She was smart and small enough to sneak though the hallway, wriggling out of the hands that were trying to reach her and grab her dad’s phone, frantically searching for the right number.

“Pick up, pick up, please” she tried to charm the reality.

“Wayne Manor.” Soft voice coming from the speaker made her calm down a bit.

“This is Y/n Y/L/N. We are in trouble. There are some men who are attacking us and … and we need Mr. Wayne’s help.” She spoke, her voice shaking.

“Y/N? As in Y/F/N daughter?” Of course Alfred knew who she was. Her father was the one of three people who knew about Batman’s real identity.

“Yes.” She sobbed “Please, help us.”

“Stay strong Y/N. Help is already on the way. Just… go and hide from them. Everything is going to be all right.”

“Y/N! Come on, kiddo, we have to run!” he father grabbed her hand and dragged her out to the car before she could answer. However, before they could reach the car, one of the assaulters shot right through the hood destroying the engine.

“FUCK!” her father yelled desperately.

“There’s nowhere to hide now, Y/F/N. Come on, we can make this easy. Just give us what we want.”

“I told you, it’s not here. And if even if it was then….”

“Then what? Hm? You wouldn’t give it willingly? How about I make you then? I’m sure you can be persuaded?” in a blink of an eye he reached for the little girl and put a big, strong hand on her throat. Poor girl. She was terrified.

“No! Y/N! Please, please let her go!”

“Then give me what I want.”

“It would be wise to listen to the man before you got yourself hurt.” Third voice came into the conversation getting the man’s attention.

“Oh, hello Bat. Took you long enough. Came to enjoy the show?” he smiled villainously and Y/N used his brief moment of distraction to bite his hand to the point it started bleeding and freed herself. “FUCK! You little bitch! I’m gonna kill you!”

And then Hell broke loose. Bullets were flying in different directions, punches were thrown and kicks were made. After mere minutes it was all over.

“Y/N?” Bruce tackled the last opponent down and quickly turned to the girl “Are you all right? Are you…..?” Before he could finish he saw what the girl was silently looking at. Her father’s dead body in the pool of blood “No.”

“What…. What…..” the girl trembled, not a single tear falling from her eyes.

“Y/N.”

“Why? Why did they attack us? Is it because of you?!”

“Yes.” He had to admit it, waiting for the girl to start screaming, crying and throwing a temper tantrum. Fuck, she was 12 and just lost her only parent. He expected she would act like this. This would be pretty normal. HE would know since the same thing happened to him.

“Was it because he was helping you?!”

“Yes.” She sobbed desperately, but surprisingly still held herself together.

“He…. My dad….he always talked the best things about you….. How…. How you are trying to make Gotham a better place. How… how you fight for the good people. …. And…… and if he was helping you …. That means my dad was doing something good too, right?” her teary eyes fixed straight on his and Bruce shuddered. It was like she was looking straight into his soul, reaching for every emotion hidden so deep underneath. He saw himself in this little broken girl, who was also so freaking brave.

“Yes.”

“I am angry.” She said “I am so, so angry.”

“It’s normal.” How does he even speak to a child about her parent death?

“I want to hurt the people who did this.”

“They are already taken care of.”

“Will they suffer?”

“I’ll make sure of it.”

“Why is it like this?” she kept asking “why does the good people get hurt all the time? It’s so fucking unfair.” Bruce raised an eyebrow. He hated to admit it but it was both scary and admirable how she kept all the rage inside. Because he knew she was raging. He was. This was going to leave a scar and she would either become a sociopath in the future or…. Someone he could teach how to make a difference.

“I….”

“My dad always said good people get hurt more often. I never understood it. Until now. I do now. But…. Does it mean I have to be bad?”

“No.”

“So will I get hurt in the future?”

“Most probably.” She might have been the first child to be so …. mature.

“I don’t want to be bad….” She whispered looking down “he wouldn’t want it.”

“No. no, he wouldn’t. “ Bruce said in reverie “Y/N.” he turned towards her once again “I promise you, I’ll take care of you. You don’t…. have to be bad.

***

“Y/N?” Alfred voice made her come back to Earth and she took a deep breath shaking the memories of what happened barely a month ago. She was still waking up at night, reliving all of that. It was almost like a hindsight, her brain only catching up what happened after a while. But, she never cried. Not even a single time. Not when one day Bruce Wayne appeared on the steps on the orphanage she was put into with the intend to take her in and care for her. It was suspicious. Up to the moment when he took her to the manor and explained everything. She just stood there, in his office, nodding her head, without any sign of any emotion on her face. That was the first moment he got a bit alerted. It was pretty scary to see a kid so …. catatonic. Especially a girl. From Bruce’s limited knowledge on the matter, little girls were always the annoying, nosy, noisy ones. But not Y/n. At first, he got in touch with the best psychologist to asses if everything was all right with her and calmed down when all of them assured him it will pass. She was just processing this in her own way, but there wasn’t any risk of her going crazy. They also mentioned her high intelligence and unusually developed skills to get inside people’s head. So, all he had to do was wait.

All the procedures, however could not be accelerated, even for the Bruce Wayne so a month passed since he could truly take a girl in. He had no idea how to work with her, but somewhere deep inside he knew they were similar and would find a way to make it work. Alfred prepared a dinner and a room for her and everyone was waiting for the limo to appear on the manor’s drive.

The only one who could not hide his excitement was Dick. He was sixteen at the time, quite in a bad place with Bruce and the thought of getting a sister, someone to mess around with was exhilarating. Of course, beforehand he had a fight about dragging another kid into the vigilante business, but all his shouting and fighting could not change a once made decision. So, instead he swore to himself, that whatever happened, he would always protect the girl. She was going to be his family after all.

Much to his surprise, he did not see a little, fragile princess coming out of the car. He saw determined, calm and collected fighter and instantly knew they would become friends.

“You must be Y/n” he smiled at her and she lifted a corner of her mouth almost unnoticeably. “I’m Dick, it’s nice to meet you. Are you hungry? Alfred prepared something in the dining room , but we can sneak some out if you want.”

“Is your name really Dick?” she asked tilting her head, big calm eyes watching him carefully almost like she was trying to x-ray him.

“Richard, actually. But no one calls me that.” He laughed and smiled a bit more

“Well, then, nice to meet you too, Dick. Robin.”

“How do you….?

“Bruce told me everything. In fact he told me too much for comfort, but I guess that’s what my life will look like from now on.”

“And you are ok with it?” Dick eyes fixed on her face, assessing the honestly of what she was saying.

“did you get any choice when you came here?”

“No. Not really.”

“Exactly. From what I’ve learned Mr. Wayne….. Bruce…. Is not really the person you can talk things trough with.”

“At this point I don’t know if I should admire your calm or be worried about it.”

“I’m fine. Or at least I will be. There’s no need to stress out about me.”

“I’ll still be watching you though.” Dick smiled

“Good luck with that.” She smirked “now, if your offer of sneaking out stands, I accept it. Is the rooftop available for the kids?” Y/N pointed up towards the little ledge

“You wanna find out? See who’s there first?”

And that was how it all started. Training, learning, night patrols.

The skills of mind playing that were her signature trail were a menace at the manor at times, especially when she was twisting Bruce’s words against him, but during the fights and missions they were heaven-send. With some internal help she learned how to use them to her (and her partners in crime) benefit and after a couple of months Bruce finally let her out on the night streets of Gotham. With Dick’s supervision of course. He also had a name for her, but she swiftly refused it, creating her own.

“Cheshire?” Bruce raised an eyebrow and Dick let out a laugh seeing him like this “like …. Like the cat?”

“I didn’t know you were familiar with Disney movies, Bruce.”

“I…. I don’t…..”

“Of course you don’t . But yes, it’s like the Alice in wonderland cat. The tricky one who makes everyone go crazy.”

“Damn if that does not fit her description, Bruce.” Dick grinned and she stuck her tongue at him “I think it has a nice ring to it.”

“I don’t see it working well in this family.”

“Why? If anything, it’s Dick that does not fit. “

“Wait, what?” her brother frowned, a bit confused

“It’s simple. Robin is a bird. Bats are mammals and so are cats. Do the math, Dickie.”

“Um…..”

“Fine. Have it your way.” Bruce muttered, not able to undermine the logic between her argument and started to walk out the cave

“Do I get to choose my own colors, too?”

“Absolutely not.”

She chose dark grey. Steel-like, like the cat’s claws.

For the first time since she came to the manor she showed a bit of excitement.

However she was not happy when she woke up next morning with whiskers impainted on her face.

“GRAYSON!”

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 10 months

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Skeleton is in the street, minding his own business, when suddenly a car slows down next to him, and speeds to roll over him. Reaction?

Undertale Sans - He was already suspicious when the car slowed down next to him, but as soon as he hears the engine roars, he's out of here. Sans crashes in his room, his soul beating so fast it might explode. He got really scared and is slowly realising a random human attempted to kill him. After he's done with his panic attack, he calls Undyne to report what happened. He knows there's a low chance she finds anything, but if it can avoid any monster to go through what he just went through, it's better she knows.

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus knows he can't avoid the car. He lifts a bone barrier between him and the car to try to slow it down to lower the damages. It kinda worked as the car, instead of passing over him, just hit him straight in the pelvis, throwing him a few meters away, and stopped. The car is fucked up too, stuck in the bones. The man tries to run away, but Papyrus locks his door with another bone, before calling Undyne. He explains her what happened, and then casually asked her for an ambulance because his pelvis is broken. Undyne is losing it, screaming that should have been the first thing he said, but, well, Papyrus is Papyrus.

Underswap Sans - Blue quickly takes cover in a shop, but the car was already launched and crashed in the window. Blue managed to get everyone to safety before it happened, thank god, but he's still shaken. At least the assaulter passed out in the attack and the police can easily arrest him. The man will realise waking up that the monster he tried to kill is a police officer and that he's really, really in trouble.

Underswap Papyrus - He is frozen in fear and weakly covered his head as the car hits him at full speed. He wished he died instead of waking up in an agonizing pain, numerous bones broken. When his brother and Alphys arrive with the police, they are both horrified to find him there. Blue quickly runs to him and tries to calm him down as Honey is crying in agony, waiting for the ambulance. Once he is taken away and stabilised, Blue and Alphys go to hunt the coward who did this. The man didn't stop and left the scene, but a witness got his car number. Blue is not going to be nice to the guy.

Underfell Sans - He teleports slightly to the right, startled, and watch in awe as the car speeds right through a wall. Welp. He's out of here. He doesn't want to be there when the police comes. He simply teleports back home, leaving his assaulter for dead. Karma, bitch.

Underfell Papyrus - The man managed to hit Edge, but didn't expect the skeleton to stand up straight after, a leg clearly broken, but still coming for him. The man, scared, tries to start the car, but two strong arms grab him from his seat and throws him on the floor. Edge makes a huge bone and knocks him hard. He doesn't care if he's dead. He then limps away to go back home, only to meet his brother home who is in shock when he sees him walk with a leg barely attached to him. Red takes him to the hospital.

Horrortale Sans - His magic is too weak. He tries to teleport, but got hit before. The teleportation still worked after he got hit and he came back home, in a terrible state, right at Willow's feet who lets go everything he was holding to run to him. Oak got out of this with only a broken arm and some cracked ribs, but the psychological damages are important as he's now scared to go outside by himself.

Horrortale Papyrus - He tries to protect his back the best he can, but he knows it's stupid. The car passes over him once, then backed to end him. Willow passed out somewhere between the two. He wakes up two months later at the hospital, with Oak and Toriel watching over him, with no idea what happened except the fact he can't move his legs anymore. Willow lost his legs forever, but it doesn't mean he will stay like this. Once the man got captured, he goes to confront him, then met him again at the tribunal, when the man got sentenced to a good 10 years of prison and has to pay him a lot of money. He hopes his case will be an example for all those who think they can hurt monsters without consequences so it never happens again.

Swapfell Sans - He teleports inside the car before the man can touch him and proceed to beat the shit out of him until he is passing out. Do not attack the general of the royal guard if you're not overconfident you can actually win against him, it's not that hard.

Swapfell Papyrus - He teleports out of here straight to Mc Donald's and proceeds to stress-eat chicken mc nuggets all afternoon to forget that he was this close to never eat one ever again. He got the scare of his life.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He creates a huge bone barrier last second. The car crashes into it then flies above it, crashing a few meters away in a loud bang. The car then explodes. Wine tsks, annoyed, puts his sun glasses on to protect his eye sockets and resumes his walk. He doesn't give a shit. Everyone is looking at him leave in shock.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee panicked so much he teleported the car home with him and still got hit. Coffee screams in pain on the floor. The man realises he's not where he should be, but that the screaming skeleton might alert everyone to he got down to end him. Only to find a second skeleton in front of Coffee, with a very disturbing smile. "YOU DID THIS TO MY LITTLE BROTHER?" "What if I did? He's just some monster." Wine's smiles tightens. "YOU'RE DEAD, RACIST FUCKER." The man lets go a "Uh?" before two dozens blasters kills him in seconds. Wine then turns to Coffee and comforts him, before going to the hospital. Coffee only has a few broken ribs by chance and will quickly get better.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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vesperpharsalius · 5 months

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speaking of darrow and cassius at the gala, i think i’ve found a comment from you on reddit (i think that was you, the name and the pfp were the same, if not then apologies because this will be nonsense😭) on one of the countless discussion on cassius and mustang at the gala together. the majority of the people were just bashing mustang for being with cassius (average level of reddit misogyny) but you (if that was you) said something on how it felt incomplete that mustang pov was never properly addressed concerning that moment. i do agree with you but on the other side it’s funny how that scene got people screaming crying throwing up on reddit for the “love triangle”, calling mustang a bitch and cassius a dickhead, then in lb you have cassius and darrow for no reason at all “hey do you remember the gala? lol”

it’s such a dassius moment i think pierce has forgotten mustang was there too

Thanks for the ask!

It was me! Honestly, I’d be surprised if someone else was ever using my username, because it’s referencing an original character from my own book, which I haven’t published or teased or even talked that much about, online—so, it’d be a little spooky.

But yes, I remember—that upsurge of interest in the Mustang x Cassius after LB came out. I was fairly new to the subreddit, not yet accustomed to its brain–dead takes (There I was, trying to have a thoughtful discussion about their relationship; after a few days of wading through, I went ahead and jumped into the pond, like the silly little goose I am.) but one thing that astonishes me is how many people believe that Darrow and Cassius were fighting over Mustang, that PB introduced a love–triangle here, because that is just… so wrong. Literally, refuted multiple times—before, during, and after. 😩

Of course, there’s countless undercurrents and nuances and juicy tensions and delicious little conflicts throughout the whole episode, but one thing made abundantly clear—and she literally complains about this—is that Mustang’s being ignored. She tries to defuse the situation (which, as far as she knows, is wrecking her otherwise–successful schemes to save her family) but she keeps getting sidelined, especially by Darrow, who’s blind and deaf to her—to everyone, really, except for his bad man.

I’m not saying that Mustang didn’t play a significant role at the Gala—hell, she saved Cassius. But she’s definitely on PB’s back–burner here. Dassius, though? My God, there’s simply too much (flirtatious?) banter in this chapter to cover, but I would be remiss not to mention this—

I cock my head at him. “Come now, brother. Don’t you want to see how well I can really fight?”

And this? What is this?! This loaded–fucking–gun of UST?

Women are screaming for Cassius. Lovers he has had in his youth, who now watch the man they grew with, the man who bedded them, left them with false promises, and made them think they'd just lost the strongest of a generation. They watch as another man turns him into a throbbing mess of blood.

Bonus points for this banger, which still makes me swoon, even in–context—

“You will not steal what is mine.”

All this to say, I’m Pro–OT3, but this is a Dassius Moment. It has disaster–date vibes in LB, as it should.

#the Gala was a date #the ring exchange was their wedding #light bringer was their honeymoon #canon in my heart #darrow of lykos #cassius au bellona #darrow x cassius #dassius #virginia au augustus #red rising #golden son #light bringer #light bringer spoilers #red rising saga #the subreddit is a swamp stay safe kids #opinion and analysis #from a delusional person so take it with a grain of salt

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soupdeewoop · 1 month

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favorite lines from "THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT"

your wife waters flowers, i want to kill her

All my mornings are monday stuck in an endless february

but you're in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down the road

we're modern idiots

You smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate

i scratch your head, you fall asleep, like a tattooed golden retriever

sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me, but you told lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave

'cause it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night, I shouldve known it was a matter of time

'cause i knew too much, there was danger in the heat of my touch, he saw forever so he smashed it up

did you really beam me up?, in a cloud of sparkling dust, just to do experiments on, tell me I was the chosen one, showed me that this world is bigger than us, then sent me back where I came from

now im down bad crying at the gym, everything comes out teenage petulance, "fuck it if I cant have him", "I might just die, it would make no difference"

how dare you think its romantic, leaving me safe and stranded

my spine split from carrying us up to the hill, wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill

thinking how much sad did you think I had, did you think I had in me? oh the tragedy

i stopped cpr, after all its no use

two graves, one gun, ill find someone

you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? i died on the alter waiting for the proof

i just learned these people try and save you 'cause they hate you

id rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin', ill tell you something 'bout my good name, its mine along with all the disgrace, I don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empire's clothing

there's a lot of people in town that I bestow upon my fakest smiles

my friends tried, but i wouldn't hear it, watched me daily disappearing, for just one glimse of his smile

another summer, taking cover, rolling thunder, he doesnt understand me, splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter, he was with her in dreams

little did you know you home's really only a town youre just a guest in

florida, is one hell of a drug, florida, can I use you up?

little did you know your home's really only the town youll get arrested, so pack your life away just to wait out the shitstorm back in texas

i need to forget, so take me to florida, ive got some regrets, ill bury them in florida, tell me I'm despicable, say its unforgivable, at least the dolls are beautiful, fuck me up, florida

go on, fuck me up

this cage was once just fine, am i allowed to cry?

what if hes written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

these fatal fantasie given way to laboured breath taking all of me, weve already done in my head

what if the way you hold me is actually whats holy?

they dont know how youve haunted me so stunningly, i choose you and me, religiously

if you wanted me dead you shouldve just said

crash the party like a record crash as i scream, "whos afraid of little old me?", you should be

i wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me, you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

you caged me and then you called me crazy, i am what i am 'cause you trained me, so whos afraid of me?

they shake their heads saying, "god, help her" when i tell 'em hes my man

ill show you heaven if youll be an angel, all mine

whoa, maybe i cant

i thought i was better safe than starry-eyed

if you know it in one glimpse, its legendary, you and i go from one kiss to getting married

you shit-talked me under the table, talking rings and talking cradles, i wish i could unrecall, how we almost had it all

youre the loss of my life

the lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night, i can show you lies

'cause im a real tough kid, i can handle my shit, they said "babe, you gotta fake it till you make it" and i did

lights, camera, bitch, smile, even when you wanna die

im so depressed, i act like its my birthday everday

'cause im miserable (haha), and nobody even knows, try and come for my job

and i dont even want you back, i just want to know, if rusting my sparking summer was the goal

you didnt measure up in any measure of a man

in fifty years will all this be declassifed?, and ill say, "good riddance"

i wouldve died for youre sins, instead i just died inside

so when i touch down, call the amateurs and cut 'em from the team

'cause the sign on your heart said its still reserved for me, honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

he jokes that "its heroin, but this time with an E"

you look like clara bow

this town is fake but youre the real thing, breath of fresh ait through smoke rings

the crowd goes wild at her fingertip, half moon shine, a full eclipse

youre the new god were worshipping, promise to be dazzling

beauty is a beast that roars down on all fours demanding more

you look like taylor swift, in this light, were loving it, youve got edge, she never did, the futures bright, dazzling

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Beware, this is a very, very, very scary story with a scary thing that will give you nightmares. If you haven't heard of it, it's the michael pikmin story. here it goes (beware)

I've always been a big pikmin fan, so imagine my surprise when i randomly came across a gamecube and pikmin 2 for aforementioned gamecube at a garage sale in Louisiana it was an immediate buy, my unwashed sweaty fingers swiftly reached for my pikmin themed wallet as i handed $42 to the garage sale man (a steal!!!). Obviously, I rushed home, plugged my cubed console into my wall, and tv then threw the blessed pikmin 2 into said gamecube, I sat my 32 year old ass onto the couch in my bitch mothers basement as i waited for pimkin 2 to load. and then there it was. the theme to pikmin 2 started playing... although it sounded a little slower than what i remembered... and a little lower in pitch, but I brushed it off as it was probably just me remembering it wrong, and I started playing the game!

Two hours into the game and one hour away after my stupid mother made me dinner with no fucking chicken nuggets (god I hate her) I came back and unpaused the game to see an untextured pikmin in the distance "that's weird" i thought, "probably just a bug tho" i said outloud to nobody but my olimar body pillow. I made olimar walk to the untextured pikmin so i could figure out what type it was and... upon closer inspection... the pikmins eyes was bleeding and looked voidesc. Seeing this creeped me, and I was about to walk away until the untextured pikmin said in a brash voice.

"I am evil pikmin. I do evil to all"

I gasped at the TV. what? "pikmin can't be evil" I thought but then the evil pikmin continued.

"I am evil pikmin, the true owner of this pikmin game is Billy Johnson. He died, and so now i must punish you for disturbing his resting place... MICHAEL"

Hearing the evil pikmin say my name made me piss myself in fear but not in a pathetic way, a cool way. I decided to unplug the gamecube and plug it back in, hoping it would fix everything... I was wrong.

the game loaded up, the theme music sounding even more ominous than before. when i tried to load the game, my save file was gone, so i punched the wall, prompting Mother to shout at me. i decided to start again, but this time, the evil pikmin was hiding in the cutscenes and around the levels, and when i turned Olimar around to face the camera... his eyes were red and bleeding!!!! I jumped out of my couch and evil pikmin showed up again. Olimar and evil pikmin got closer to the camera and started talking at the same time.

"MICHAEL YOU STOP PLAYING THIS PIKMIN RIGHT NOW"

Olimar shouting at me made me cry a little, but i stood my ground and shouted back at the tv "NO I'M PLAYING THIS GAME NO MATTER WHAT" inbaddass tone, oh how deeply I regret that! the evil pikmin shot olimar as I screamed "whyyyyyy" my bitch mother came down and started yelling until i heard another gunshot, the evil pikmin left the TV and killed her!!!! The evil pikmin was out of the TV and grabbed me by my receding hairline as he began to swing me over his head as if i was the pikmin i was so happily throwing around just an hour ago, he thew me into a wall knocking me unconscious, I thought i had died because he shot me too but months later I woke up from a coma after all the events. I was naive and thought the evil pikmin couldn't get me here... I was wrong. Dead wrong. The evil pikmin jumped from the ceiling like a licker from resident evil and started attacking my face beating me until i began to cry. finally, after my beating was over, the evil pikimin said

"One of these days Michael pikmin, I will kill you, I'm going to follow you around and enact my vengeance upon you every day until i get bored"

He let out an evil laugh. Michael pikimin? why did he call me that I thought until... I LOOKED DOWN AND MY BODY WAS SLOWLY TURNING INTO A PIKMIN I'M TYPING ALL OF THIS AS I TRANSFORM FURTHER INTO-

"pikmin"

Guys, I told you this story was terrifying... I hope you sleep well tonight.

#creepypasta #story #scary #writing #pikmin #nintendo #ironic #oc #original story

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Cooler Than Me - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4: Day One - Hanabi

Hanabi huffs as she stomps through the gates, throwing her glare at anyone who looks at her questioningly.

That damn Konohamaru.

That damn Kiba.

He’s just so annoying. So stupid, so rude. So ridiculous. So cute.

NO.

Hanabi has to remind herself she’s mad at him when his face flashes across her mind. He’s just so damn charming. If he wasn’t, he’d have been dead long ago.

She looks over her shoulder to see Tenten sitting on the edge of the railing of the watchtower, swinging her legs. Hanabi’s stomach flips as her gaze lingers for a little too long.

Tenten’s hair is just so perfect, Hanabi thinks. She wonders if it’s transformation jutsu that keeps her buns so perfectly neat and high, even after hours of sparring or combat. And her uniform is just so crisp, her weapons always shiny and dangerous-looking.

Hanabi doesn’t think it’s fair for one person to be so good looking. It makes her want to blind herself so she doesn’t have to be graced with such beauty.

The worst part is that Tenten is nice. So nice, in fact, it is impossible for Hanabi to dislike her, even though she really, really wants to.

They may have been trying to keep it a secret, but they were so obvious. Kiba and Tenten are seeing each other, and it makes Hanabi want to scream. Some days, she’s tempted to write a letter to her cousin, pretending she’s in danger, to get him to return faster. That way, Tenten will go back to being enamored with his stupid face instead of the stupid face Hanabi’s enamored with.

Ever since she caught them making out outside of an izakaya at the devil’s hour, whenever she sees Kiba, she can only see Tenten’s lips on his, and she wants to cry like some pathetic baby. It’s just not fair. Everyone tells her she’s beautiful, but she just can’t believe it. Not when Kiba Inuzuka of all people hasn’t told her so himself. She wonders why his eyes always glaze over when she’s around.

She’s tried everything. Changing her shampoo from something flowery to something scentless. Showing more skin to the point even Natsu was scolding her. Bringing him his favorite barbeque. But no, Tenten brings him ramen and he’s over the moon.

Idiot.

Hanabi waves at her older sister as she passes the field of the Academy. She flashes as bright a smile as possible despite her headache at the children who look at her. Hinata told her some weeks ago that she scares children with her classic Hyuga stone-cold expression. Hanabi said she’d try harder not to look like such a bitch. Hinata immediately kicked her out of her room.

“Hey!”

She groans when she hears Konohamaru’s voice. She rolls her eyes and spins on her heel to face him. “What?”

“Are we going to the Hokage’s tower, or…?” he asks while rubbing at his abdomen.

Hanabi clicks her tongue. “You are. I have to drop off this scroll to Itachi.”

“Gonna leave me to do the report?” Konohamaru’s face falls and she wants to laugh.

“Yep. Better get to it, Honorable Grandson.”

“Hey—I’m sorry, okay?” Konohamaru steps forward, tilting his head down at her.

Hanabi wants to groan, but doesn’t. He’s too kind for her to belittle, at least right now. “It’s fine, Konohamaru.”

“Really, I am,” he tries again, stepping closer. She steps back and shakes her head. Sometimes, she wishes Konohamaru would be better receptive of her feelings. “It just kind of came out.”

“Can you go now?” Hanabi presses, shifting her eyes.

“Are we good?”

“As good as we can be.”

“And that means…?”

“It means what it means. Goodbye.”

Hanabi ignores the crestfallen look on his face and turns around.

Sometimes, she wonders why she even still does this stupid job. When she signed up to be part of the Hokage’s guard, it was to skirt clan duties. But then Konohamaru followed her like the puppy he was, and now she’s with him nearly every day.

Their relationship was complicated. A lot of people liked to pair them up based on their statuses, pushed them together like they did Naruto and Hinata. Heiresses of the Hyuga with the son and grandson of Hokage’s just seemed to be everyone’s jam for some reason. Konohamaru is too much like Naruto, and she sees how Naruto turned out. No thank you.

No, Hanabi had a crush on Konohamaru when they were kids, but it remained there as far as she was concerned.

“I’m here to see Itachi.” Hanabi leans on her right foot in front of two Uchiha guards standing outside of where she knew Itachi would be.

“He’s busy at the moment,” one of them responds, tartly. She rolls her eyes and activates her byakugan. “Hey! You can’t use that here!”

“It’s just him and Shisui in there.” She quickly deactivates it, perking an eyebrow up at the one who told her no. She sucks in a deep breath. “SHISUI!!!”

“Is that my bratty Hyuga I hear?!”

Hanabi lets a smirk tug her lips up as the Uchiha men visibly grimace as the door flies open, Shisui’s grin greeting her. She groans when he charges at her, throwing her over his shoulder and swiftly carrying her inside, slamming the door closed behind him. “Put me down! I’m too big for you to do that now!!!”

“Nahhh—” Shisui chuckles as he tosses her down and she huffs, smoothing out her skirt.

“Or rather, you’re too old,” Hanabi snarks and Shisui bellows out a laugh. “That why you didn’t come to my party last night?”

“I am getting up there, little Hyuga.” He roughly pats her head and she swats at his hand. “Can’t keep up with you babies. I heard it was fun, though.”

“Yeah, until Udon pulled down Moegi’s shirt,” Hanabi growls.

“Yikes.” Shisui grimaces. “Glad I wasn’t there, then. I’ll stick to my beer and books.”

“Hanabi,” Itachi cuts in, looking tired of this conversation. “I’m happy to see you, but what is it you’ve come for?”

“This.” Hanabi fishes into her satchel, pulling out a scroll. Itachi tilts his head curiously as she hands it over. She shrugs. “It’s from father. Dunno what it is.”

“Thank you.” He nods, accepting it.

“Probably making more demands,” Shisui comments loftily, settling next to Hanabi. “Maybe he’s trying to get Hanabi married off to you, huh, Lord Itachi?”

“Gross.” Hanabi sticks out her tongue, then immediately frowns when Itachi perks an eyebrow at her. “Sorry. I just mean, well. You’re old.”

“Good ol’ Hanabi.” Shisui roughs up her hair. “When are you going to come play shogi with me? Itachi’s too easy to beat, I need a challenge.”

Hanabi snickers as Itachi sighs, unraveling the scroll. She looks up at Shisui and shrugs. “Could always ask Shikamaru? I’ve been busy.”

“You’re busy? Have you seen that guy?” Shisui coughs into his fist and shakes his head. “We’re on our 100th dojo. I’m kind of wondering where all the money for this is coming from. Shikamaru seems like the kind of guy who has connections for dirty money.”

“Loaned out from the Hyuga.” Hanabi sets her hands on her hips and puffs out her chest. “With a heavy interest rate.”

“Yikes again.” Shisui tuts. “Using those eyes to find hidden treasure?” He blinks down at her and she watches his eyes flash red. She squints at him and puts her hand over his eyes. He laughs, forcing her hand off. “Man, why are you soooo cool, Hanabi?”

“Why are you suuuuch a jerk, Shisui?” Hanabi retorts, glaring now.

“ITACHI!”

Hanabi whirls around, blinking at the door and the voice screaming from the other side. She looks back at Itachi. “You’re popular today.”

“Just—it’s fine, send them in.” Itachi sighs out, beckoning a hand. Shisui dutifully rips open the door once more, and a blond head of hair comes skipping in.

Ah, yes, another woman who makes Hanabi want to be blind. Ino Yamanaka. Effortlessly (but with much effort) beautiful. The way her hair cascades up and out, her gem-like eyes, her smooth skin.

Hanabi thinks it’s just wrong that her sister’s entire class of ladies are drop dead gorgeous. How is that fair?

And of course, the beautiful bouquet she’s holding only makes her prettier. Shisui whistles. “That’s a pretty nice arrangement. One of my admirers must have been feeling colorful today, huh?”

“Sorry, not for you.” Ino shakes her head, making her way straight to Itachi. Hanabi giggles as Itachi’s expression turns confused. “For the one and only leader of the Uchiha.”

“What?” Itachi asks, dumbly. “For me?”

“Are you the leader of the Uchiha?” Ino asks sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she shoves them into his chest.

“I-uhm-I’m flattered, Ms. Yamanaka—”

“Oh my GODS,” Ino screeches, a look of disgust coming over her face. Hanabi and Shisui immediately buckle to their knees in laughter. “These are not from me, who in the world do you think you are?!”

Hanabi doesn’t think she’s ever seen Itachi turn such a deep red that it matched the sharingan, but it is thoroughly amusing.

“O-of course—” Itachi clears his throat, still looking confused and embarrassed. Ino tosses her hair over her shoulder effortlessly and flashes one of those dazzling smiles.

“You have a secret admirer, Lord Itachi.” She giggles, looking back at Hanabi to wink at her. Hanabi pales.

“The way you just looked at me makes it seem like they were from me,” Hanabi snaps, squinting her glare at Ino now. Ino cackles.

“Not for me to reveal!”

“Not like it isn’t obvious, anyway,” Hanabi scoffs, folding her arms. Everyone turns to look at her simultaneously and she raises her eyebrows at them.

Is everyone around her stupid? “Darling Hyuga, please indulge us.” Shisui tilts his head at her, blinking his pretty black eyes at her.

Hanabi shakes her head. “Inuzuka. The older one.”

“HANA?!” Shisui gasps and Hanabi thought it would be impossible for Itachi to turn even redder than he already was, but here they are.

“My my,” Ino tuts, folding her arms and tapping her foot, “called her out just like that, huh, baby Hanabi?”

“Can everyone please stop calling me a baby!” Hanabi groans, throwing her head back.

“This is truly a remarkable conversation, Shisui, Ino—” Itachi cuts in again, setting the bouquet to the side. He casts his gaze at Hanabi before continuing, “but if you’ll excuse me, baby Hanabi, I must pen out a reply to your father.”

Now it’s Ino and Shisui falling over each other in laughter as Hanabi’s eyes turn veiny.

Shisui wipes a phantom tear from his cheek, then stumbles over to Hanabi. “Sure thing, boss. Allow me to take out the trash.”

Hanabi’s eyes go wide as Shisui’s sinister grin turns to her. She squeals as she bolts away.

A/N: Hi. Uploads will be erratic at best. I hope you'll be patient with me. Thank you. <3

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princessbella004 · 24 days

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Sometimes I wonder why I love you so much. My version of love was always something sick. I believed to be loved was to be hurt. To spend nights crying over my wrongdoings. To touch my wounds and reminisce on the little I could offer. I sometimes want you to hurt me just so I know our love is real. If someone’s feelings spiral so out of control they can make me want to die perhaps they really do care. I know it’s fucked up beyond belief. But I remember crying about my dad hurting me and everyone told me it was a sign of his love. He’s your father, they’d use an exasperated tone. Father. He loved me and I am half of him. To hate him is to hate a half of myself. He earns my love because he loves me. Is that how that works? I have been conditioned to believe the more violent and bloody your love is the more earnest it becomes. My moms constant fight, the screaming, throwing, anger, all meant she loved my dad. That’s why she doesn’t leave right? To me every time my dad called my mom a bitch or a cunt or even said he wished her dead I believed he was so filled with passion he couldn’t contain himself. Every time my parents fight and my mom stayed and she would cry, silently icing her lip I figured her vows were so important to her. I’d let you hurt me, but I know you wouldn’t. That’s why I’d let you. Because you can’t bring yourself to. Abuse and love are so connected to me. I used to think that abuse came from a place of pure adoration that got all jumbled up. I get sad sometimes about love because I know it means I’m going to allow myself to become a punching bag. But you don’t let me love you to my own detriment. I love you like sunlight. Like the cool breeze on my face. I love you like hot chocolate after a cold windy walk. I love you like the feeling of hot water on aching muscles. I love you like that feeling when you cuddle up in blankets as you doze off to sleep. I love you how I love the little things in life. I love you like every goal every achievement I’ve ever garnered. I love you how my dad loved me before drugs. I love you how my mom loved before my dad first laid a hand on her. I love you how little kids love. I love you how I’m trying to love myself. I love you to the end of the earth and all the way back. I love you how love is supposed to be.

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[ COVER ]: sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight.

How Susan had got to this point in a spitfire fight with a wench was beyond her. Perhaps it was all those nasty glances they shared since she had entered the Kul Tiran establishment -- Nothing of which Susan had initiated, only reciprocated. The hateful expression of the woman wasn't anything which Sue was unfamiliar with due to her lifestyle... But tonight was a special occasion for the Madam, one in which followed the denial of any authenticity to a sighting of her lost daughter Vivian.

The wench kept passing the woman up, simply ignoring her any time Sue attempted to raise her mug for more alcohol. Anything to drown out the pain of a mother scorned would have prevented all the hate in Susan's mind from bubbling to the surface as she confronted the truths of her reality... She had just traveled across the great ocean for another dead end, she was no closer to her child, the world was proving a nastier existence than she had ever remembered... Something no mother ever would want to admit.

Feeling weaker just thinking about it, Susan would eye the inside of her dangerously low ale before those golden irises cut across toward the bar. The wench would be found gabbing with her fellow waitresses, the women all giggling and sneering with their noses pointed upward at the sky whilst their hands would flip through their hair like how Susan imagined most prissy women would act. Their power was subjective, Sue knew in her heart and mind that these women weren't shit outside of their small worlds. In this bar they were the givers and deniers, providers to only who they wished and for whatever reason... Susan was not their priority. That only made the Madam feel that much lower, her mood sullying by each passing second.

She was wounded, angry and vengeful -- But especially, she was sick and fucking tired of being oogled, denied service and mocked behind her back by such a: "Hateful bitch," Susan snarls, soon throwing her mug of mead at the woman with an accurate and powerful toss. It'd clock the unsuspecting bar wench in the head, sending her crumbling to the floor with a clatter and a cry. The bar fell silent, all eyes on the exchange.

Before she could blink two of the woman's fellow waitresses were rushing for her, screaming and crying that Susan was a bitch and that was completely uncalled for, their intentions seeming to hurt the woman who now stood tall on her heels, eyes filled with every ounce of pent up rage she'd held in all these years. She was ready to throw down then and there, her long nailed fingers curving into claws as she readied to scratch out eyes-- However, no lands came upon her as the women so clearly wanted. Instead, just as they reached her, Susan felt a sudden presence step between her and them. A face full of chest became her vision as two arms coiled around her rigid torso, fists pounding against her protectors back whilst said man carted the Madam up and out of the establishment -- He was completely unphased by the banshee wails of the waitresses who now were being held back by fellow patrons.

There was defeat in Susan's form as she was released outside, her breath coming out heavy and fast as the adrenaline began to wear out. She'd stumble toward the hitching post for the horses just beyond the entrance to the bar, leaning into the wooden structure as her eyes welled with tears and her knees nearly buckled from the built exhaustion.

"...thank you," she spits out, though in truth she was grateful, just her hate was at the forefront of her emotions tonight. She'd glance to her savior then, taking in the sight of Eldridge Candell with a mixture of emotions, nothing that could be nailed down as her actual feelings. "Truly," she mumbles then, pushing herself up now that she'd calmed down enough to stand tall again, "It just.. It just happened, I dont know what I was thinking."

@eldridgecandell

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unseensurvivor-blog · 2 years

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H**** Part 2.

I can feel his big hard cock slamming into my g spot as I bite my lip and grip the sheets trying not to let him know the pain is mixing with pleasure. Pleasure while being raped, if I can even call it that anymore. More waves of self hatred hit you intensified by the overrun of chemicals in my brain. I put myself here, I came back over and over for the drugs, I even feel good while selling myself to a violent man whether out of fear or just to get high or both, definitely both, I still hate myself for it. Maybe thinking about how much you hate yourself for it feeling good will keep you from… he slams even harder and an involuntary moan finally slips past my lips. “You aren’t supposed to like it bitch!” He grabs me by the hair and slams my face into the bedside table inches away. I taste blood filling my mouth as my lip breaks open. Shit. That’s gonna hurt tomorrow and I can’t hide that at work. “All you stupid little fucking whores like being raped you disgusting little girl. I’ll show you what’s it’s like to feel pain you fucking cunt” he pulls out of you and slams he cock into your ass. Pain replaces pleasure and you know it’ll be bad, pain able to break through Fen is a real sharp unforgiving kind of pain. I start to sob as he pushes my face into the pillow. “That’s more like it, this is supposed to be punishment for being such a dirty little drug addict whore. Cry the way you did as a baby go ahead cry bitch!” My sobs turn to painful heart wrenching screams as my mind flashes back to being with him as a kid, the way he would be as rough as possible, the way he almost hospitalized me time and time again. He slaps me hard across the ass he’s raping. Punching, grabbing, bruising me the way he likes as he moans in sick satisfaction. I can feel him pulsate as he cums inside my ass and pulls out. Out of breath he tosses me to the floor and kicks me in the stomach hard, i puke. Maybe from force of the kick, maybe from hating myself and feeling like a disgusting sex toy and nothing more who could know? He throws money on you and leaves as T*** walks back in, picks you up and starts to run a bath, washes you off and dresses you back in untorn clothes. Clothes that he brought knowing I would be brutalized out of mine. Yet as he picks me up out of the bath and holds me on his lap in bed the way he did when I was a kid.. you feel that half safe feeling. “Here take another line keep the pain away at least for the night, you can take some home just be careful little girl. Don’t want my favorite girl dying on me” I inhale the white powder feeling somehow glad I’m safe with my trafficker that was a better father than my own. Stockholm syndrome kicking in as he comforts my sobs bandages my wounds. He knows exactly what he’s doing, exactly how to keep me trapped but also make me think it’s my fault my choice, make me want to protect him the way he pretends to love me, I know it’s pretend, or do I? He drives me back as I sneak back into the house, mother non the wiser and fall into a deep opioid sleep of the dead. Knowing when I wake up, I’ll be in reality again, painful bruises, Stockholm fading, fear rising…. Shame setting in.

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madewithspice · 2 years

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Eren Yeager Headcanons

Just a load of random Eren headcanons i think about sometimes. Enjoy.

Eren is the type to have no idea what you were talking about because he got distracted playing with your fingers or just flat out was staring at you and forgot that conversations work two ways, just mouth open and zoned out.

He is extremely ticklish and screams bloody murder when you even try to go near him with the intention of doing it. He starts off warning you and throwing threats about but will end up with tears in his eyes, begging you not to tickle him because he’s a dramatic bitch.

He secretly tries on your makeup when you’re out. One day you came home early and he ran into the bathroom only to come out later with streaks of smudged eyeliner and faint lipstick stains around his lips. When you confront him about them, he shyly admits he was just curious and now he sits, with you standing between his legs and lets you do it for him. My pretty boy Yeager

Hear me out, Eren is definitely not a stoner like the majority of hcs say. He tried smoking with Connie (who, in my opinion, is the smoker of the gang) and it ended in him having a coughing fit and crying from the smoke. Thinks smoking is stupid anyway and that only idiots (aka Connie and Jean) think it’s cool but really he’s just salty because they tease him about his first try. Between me and you Eren practised before hand with an inhaler lol (don’t try this at home kids).

Eren loves to steal your phone and leave a hundred odd pictures. Sometimes of his face, sometimes of random shit like a lamppost or blurry pictures of the view from your window. Sometimes he’ll take cute pictures with your back turned or when you’re zoned out. It gets to the point where you purposely leave your phone lying around so you can get some cute pictures of him since eren is the least photogenic person ever.

Elaborating on the last point, tell this man to smile and pose for a picture and he looks like either he’s holding in a huge shit or that he’s just enter the stage of rigor mortis (when a dead body turns stiff). Eren only takes good pictures if he takes them himself or is unaware someone is taking pictures of him. Once he realises he turns into a stuffed corpse.

Eren likes to leave tiny notes for you everywhere. A simple “good night cutie” on the nightstand, a “good morning baby” stuck on his pillow, smiley faces left in random places like the inside of your wardrobe and “don’t touch this, it’s mine” stuck on his snacks yet there’ll be “sorry i ate your crisps I was hungry ^_^”. Honestly the audacity of this man -_-

And that’s all I can currently think of - Kiki.

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Yandere Billy & Stu (3/4)

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Three random girls entered the female bathroom of which I was loitering in. I eyed them up and down before drawing my attention back to the floor. Just as I ignored them, they ignored me. They did their female business and occasionally complained about their periods. However, a nerve was struck when the imminent topic of the recent murders were brought up.

“You there’s actually a murderer?” girl one squeaked as she washed her hands.

“Of fucking course there is, Bethany,” another scoffed.

“Yeah, but you heard about that girl Sidney,” Bethany argued. “She could be blowing it all up out of––what’s the word––proportion.”

My shoulders tensed at the mention of my amazing friend.

“Well, I guess that’s right. But… you-know-who has gotten attacked too.”

“They could be faking. If there really was a murderer out to get them, they’d be dead by now.”

That was my cue to enter. All three of the girls were hushed and hovering around the sink. They watched warily as I approached from behind with crossed arms and a harsh glare. “Keep talking’ like that and you’ll end up with bruises on those pretty faces.”

The one that went by Bethany turned to face me. “Uh-huh, sure. Stop acting like some tough bitch, because no way in hell could you take on three—"

I sighed, deciding to ball up my fist and punch her square in the jaw. The girls screamed and the victim crashed into the sink. I grabbed the other bystander - not the decent girl - and slammed her body into the side of the stall. The other girl let out a squeak and abandoned her friends.

I took a step back, admiring my work. I knew better than to totally explode at such immature girls, but they still needed a bit of a roughing up for talking shit. The remaining two girls grabbed one another and stumbled out of the bathroom, throwing some frightened curses toward me. I once again leaned against the wall.

Just then, the bathroom stall opened and out came Sidney. She was obviously crying, and for some reason, she looked guilty. How long had she been in there? Her gaze was cast to the ground as she walked up to me.

“Thanks for that,” Sidney muttered.

I tilted my head. “Don’t worry about it. How ya doin’?”

Sidney opened her out and then shut it again. She was struggling with her words, understandably. I clamped my hand securely on her shoulder, rubbing it slightly. She took the invitation and stepped closer, currying her face in my chest as she let out a quiet cry.

“Why is everyone so cruel?” she mewled.

“Just the way it is,” I sighed, continuing to rub her back. “Are you gonna stay here? I’m planning to skip. Well, I have been skipping, so…”

Sidney laughed and pulled away. “I’ve never skipped class before, you know, not even when… my mom died. But, since it’s the first time, why not go somewhere and have a blast, right? I bet you know all the fun places around town.”

“You sure?” I checked, looking the good girl stereotype over. “We can go over to seven-eleven, if you want—"

“That’ll be fun! Uh, I just wanna use the actual restroom,” she admitted bashfully. “Can I meet you at your locker?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

I ruffled the poor girl’s hair and exited the bathroom, leaving Sidney to her own devices. I sauntered down the hallway with my hands shoved in my pockets. There wasn’t much to do other than wait, although I did fuss around with my pocket change. I had five bucks, which could hopefully get Sidney a snack, although it was at the expense of not being able to get a cheap ramen dinner.

I futzed with my books before eventually spacing out while staring at the chiming clock. One minute, two minutes, three minutes. I couldn’t help but wonder what was taking her so long. However, my mental questions were soon answered as a scream came from down the hallway. My brain immediately made the connection to dearest Sid, so I darted down the hall. The poor girl was screaming and crying and ran right past me. She was quick, so I was soon left in the dust, wondering what the hell had happened.

It didn’t take long to find out, though.

~~~

I leaned against the side of the trailer. I felt lonelier than usual; no mother to watch cheesy reality t.v. shows with, and friends too scared to leave their bedrooms. So, here I was, lingering outside my tiny home, unsafe and unhappy.

At least my mom was recovering, one day at a time. The stab was shallow enough not to be deadly, but it was still enough to cause issues. Apparently, she’d be in the hospital for another week, but I knew she’d insist on leaving earlier because of work and bills.

I heaved out a sigh, slumping further against the wall. I zoned out for god knows how long, but I was caught off guard by the ringing of my phone from inside.

My blood ran cold. It could’ve been the murderer, for all I knew. Or news of the murderer’s work. I waited for a moment, half out of paralyzing fear, half out of suspicion. I’m not sure what it would mean if the person called again, but I was still trying to muster up the courage.

Another minute passed. My eyes glazed over the forest around me, dark and mystified. I spotted nothing. Letting out a sigh, I stepped inside the trailer and grabbed the phone. With shaky hands, I raised it to my ears.

“Hello…?”

“I told you she’d be home, Billy boy!” Stu’s energetic shouts came from the other line. I flinched, but relief washed over me. I almost melted on the spot. “Hey girl, what do you say we have a movie night? Take your mind off the cuckoo killer and shit?”

“Stuart, hi,” I stammered. “You’re with Bill?”

“The one and only,” the said boy’s muffled voice came from the other side.

I bit my lip. “What movies… are ya thinkin’ of? Nothing horror, you know that —“

“Wouldn’t dream of it, darling!” Stu sang. “We picked up some of those shitty romances from the video store. Clueless, Beauty and the Beast, He Said, She Said… Whatcha think?”

“…” I pursed my lips, a comfortable flutter forming in my stomach. “I never mentioned liking romance movies,” I muttered, casting my gaze to the scattered rom-coms on the couch.

“Lucky guess?”

“Yeah, sure,” I caved. “Where at?”

“My parents are on some cruise for a week. Come on over, you can stay the night,” Stu offered.

“Oh, the girls are gonna be there, too?” I assumed hopefully, playing with the telephone cord.

“Nah, just us three. Why, something wrong with that? Do you not love us anymore?”

“Uh, nah, that’s cool. I’ll be there soon, I guess.” Wasting no more time, I hung up on the pair and fussed with my socks and shoes. I grabbed a comfortable hoodie and brushed my teeth before I went. It was nerve-wracking to go to Stu’s house for the first time since… god, when was the last time I’d been to his place? And had I ever been to Billy’s?

As nerdy as it was, I biked down the country backroads, passing by enviable mansions. I wasted no time gawking at the absolute castles I went by, only slowing as I came up to the ‘want’ country house that Stu nicknamed ‘the party palace.’ He was… amusing that way.

The house was quiet and most of the lights off, but I noticed that the front door was open. Call it PTSD, but I didn’t like how eerily big the house was. So many… hiding places. But, alas, I let my bike fall to the ground and I went to the front door. I pushed it open slowly, relaxing when, immediately to the left, both of the boys were eagerly lounging on the couch with the news on. I tried to tune out murder central and enjoy their presences.

“Hey, guys,” I greeted meekly, kicking off my shoes.

They peered over their shoulders. Stu was quick to jump to his feet and greet me with a hug, while Billy watched the scene unfold, his signature smirk sitting on his handsome features. “Hey, Y/n.”

“Welcome, m’lady,” Stu emphasized, exaggeratedly bowing.

With a quirked brow, I replied, “You boys are as chipper as ever.”

“Why wouldn’t we be when our favorite gal’s shown up?” Billy chuckled, sinking further into the cushions.

With his arm tossed around my shoulders, Stu pulled me over to the couch before pushing me down. I gasped before adjusting myself, but it was too late; Billy’s arms wrapped securely around my waist and I was pulled flush against his broad chest. A pronounced pout tugged at my face and I sent him a glare.

“‘Favorite gal’? I’m sure Sid and Tate would be thrilled to hear that,” I muttered, even if it did feel nice to be a ‘favorite.’ But, I’m sure they were just fluffing me up for their own galant amusement.

While Stuart was fiddling with the cassette player, putting on whatever movie, Billy cuddled into my further. I didn’t have to look at his expression to know he had a wide smirk on his face. “As thrilled as you are, I’m sure,” he retorted. “The girls are having a movie night of their own. Something about ‘being able to see so and so’s dick at the right angle.’” That would’ve been Tatum. “I’m surprised they didn’t invite you. I wonder why.”

I pursed my lip again, eyebrows furrowing. My fault for getting abnormally attached to the girls. I’m sure they had a fine reason for excluding me. Tatum was known for being forgetful —

Stu’s grubby hands clamped down on my cheeks and tugged on them, pulling me out of my thoughts. I irritably tugged at his wrists, trying to get coherent words out, but it was in vain. The boy cooed, “Aw, little cutie sad she wasn’t invited out? Have no fear, we’ll have a great guys’ night without ‘em.”

I sent him a glare as the boy plopped beside me. He was quick to intertwine our arms, and I was affectionately trapped between both boys. I would never admit it to them, but I appreciated the company. Billy and Stu had been welcoming from the start, so I truly was thankful for them. I had no idea how I would be off if I didn’t have the pair as the pillars to my mental health. Especially… with my mom recovering. For all I knew, this movie night saved my skin.

I sunk further into their arms, the tenseness washing off me. I pulled my feet onto the couch and to my chest, leaning further onto Billy. He smelled of strong cologne, something I hated, but I didn’t let it bother me as my attention remained on the television. At some point during the movie, Stu had gotten more comfortable, too, laying his head in the crook of my neck while his arm wrapped around my neck.

I’d seen the Princess Diaries many a day, and it never got old. However, I had a hard time paying attention. It felt like my heart was beating out of my chest, and yet I was being lulled into a state of security at the same time. Stu as acting stranger than usual, as instead of belting out inappropriate jokes, I heard loud snores break out every few minutes. I couldn’t help but giggle at Billy’s annoyance, hearing him mutter under his breath about how ‘he needed to shut the fuck up.’

As the movie went on, I cousin’t help but get lost in my thoughts further. For the first time, I wanted to express my gratitude to them. The way they made me feel all the time was… refreshing and new. Even in a world where there was a lot on my shoulders, Billy and Stu had washed away my fears, letting me drown in a fantasy where there wasn’t a serial killer hunting me.

My eyes began fluttering shut and my drumming heart became mute. I enjoyed the feeling of Billy’s fingers rubbing circles on my arms, and the sounds of his yawns were that of a lullaby. Stu was just as fast asleep, using me as a teddy bear, but I didn’t mind. I usually hated being touched, but if it were my best friends, I had a hard time not enjoying it.

And so, I was able to sleep well for the first night in weeks.

~~~

I stirred to the incessant ringing of the phone. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and blinked, observing my surroundings.

I was still on Stu’s couch, however, said boy was nowhere to be found. Billy was draped over the other side, completely out, while gentle sunshine passed through the curtains. I yawned once more and kicked my feet off the couch carefully, coming to terms with how I had to answer the phone. As annoying as it was, I knew better than to think whoever was calling was going to give up. Perhaps because I had a sneaking suspicion of who it was - not the girls, not parents, but the vile murderer plaguing me.

I stretched my limbs, becoming more and more annoyed as the ringing went on. It amazed me that Billy was sleeping through it. I went into the kitchen and picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

“Hello, Y/n.” My blood ran cold and I glared over at Billy. However, as though they were reading my mind, the deep voice continued,” Don’t you dare wake him up or I’ll slit his throat before you can even open your mouth.”

With furrowed brows, my body began trembling immensely. However, I was more so frightened for my best friend, who resided lazily on the couch. “Please, kill me if ya… if ya fuckin’ want, but don’t hurt Bill. He’s done nothing wrong.”

The voice broke out into a fit of cruel cackles. “You think - oh, my god - you can’t be serious. You’re so naive as to think he’s done nothing wrong! That’s precious, sweet cheeks. Real precious.”

He went quiet again, but I didn’t speak up. I was confused and somehow that confusion translated into a bout of tears that threatened to fall. The guy was a total psycho, and I knew he was the one in complete control. I hated it.

“He - he’s done nothing wrong. And… and what did you do to Stu?” I hissed fearfully.

“I don’t know, what did I do to Stu?” he taunted. My stomach curled uncomfortably as my imagination raced. “I’ll let you go this time for being so cute, but next time, watch your back. Ta-ta!”

The psycho hung up, and I was left with pitiful stammers while paralyzed. For the first time in my life, I felt utterly helpless.

“Hey, who was it?” Billy’s groggy voice came from behind, causing me to jump and turn. I fussed to wipe away some of the escaped tears, but it was too late. Billy’s expression washed over with concern. One hand stole the phone away and slammed it on the receiver, while the other snaked around my waist and pulled me to his chest. “What happened, dollface?” he cooed, pulling me away from the counter.

“N - nothing, just that - that bitch on the other line,” I huffed, angrily wiping away the rest of the tears. “We - we need to find Stu, I think he’s in danger —“

“Who’s in danger?”

Peering over Billy’s shoulder, I saw Stu, bathrobe wrapped around his person and a towel around his neck. His hair was glossy and wet, indicating he’d just hopped out of the shower. Relief flooded me, and I sunk further into Billy’s arms.

“Oh, thank fuck,” I gasped, grasping onto Billy’s tank top. He began rubbing my back, but Stu was quick to steal me away, causing me to let out a screech of dismay as I was swayed around in his store arms.

“What happened, babe?” he asked in unease, prodding at my face.

“I - it was jus that killer on the other line, he called and - and threatened to kill Billy and I thought you were fuckin’ dead,” I choked, still trying to calm myself from the harrowing experience.

Stu let out a scoff and picked me up in an affectionate hug. “I’d like to see him fucking try.”

For some reason, Billy was glaring daggers at Stu, and in mere moments, I was very much sandwiched between the two athletes. Billy was playing with my hair and muttered, “Don’t worry about that douchebag. No way he’s getting his hands on our favorite girl.”

I frowned, biting back more complaints and retaliation. I caved and sank into their loving arms. The boys had that effect on me, the sort that made me only think of them when they were around. I appreciated all their welcomeness, especially during this suck-ass time.

“In fact,” Stu slurred excitedly, “we’re throwing a Halloween party tonight. No costume required. Why don’t ya stay the day and night, attend the party?”

I tensed. “I’m not much of a fan of those. No offense.”

Stu pouted while Billy’s head plopped into the crook of my neck. “Aw, come on, it’ll just be a small get together. Only friends will be here.”

“And besides, you should stick with people, doll face,” Billy reasoned.

I bit my lip and sent one last glare to Stu. “Fine, but only for the free food.”

~~~

After an entire day spent in the hospital with mom, I was eager to bounce to my next destination. Namely, Stu’s house. However, I knew to make a truck stop at the video store, since I figured I could go with Randy, even if the boy had gotten on my nerves recently. I noticed Stu’s car in the parking lot as well.

I entered the video store with my hands shoved in my pocket. Standing in the entrance, my eyes glazed over the shop until I spotted Randy, who was restocking one of the shelves. Weaving through the aisles, I stopped when I reached him.

“Hey, Randall,” I greeted awkwardly, in hopes of getting his attention.

The boy jumped and dropped a CD case. “Oh! Y/n, glad to see you haven’t been gutted yet. Here to pick up a movie?”

I strained a smile. “Nah. Just checking if you’re going to Stu’s party. It’s, uh… not safe to walk alone and shit.”

The boy perked up, clearly surprised. “That sounds cool. I’m almost done with my shift, the old man’s not around so I might leave early. If you don’t mind waiting.” Having finished restocking the shelves, he rose to his feet and stretched his arms. “And, uh, I did had have something to ask you…?”

I shrugged. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“If you wanted to, sometime we could, uh —“

I yelped as an arm was tossed around my shoulders and neck. I almost punched the intruder right in the face, but I was set at ease when I recognized Stu’s voice.

“Whatcha talking about?”

Randy looked absolutely mortified and tried to brush off the intrusion. I elbowed Stu’s stomach and stepped away. No way was the asshole getting away with senseless PDA. I leaned against the shelf so I could eye both of the males.

“Nothing much,” Randy conceded.

“Oh yeah? Then why d’ya look so disappointed?” Stu teased, tilting his head.

��You were interrupting something.”

I quirked a brow. “He was?” I muttered densely.

A sneer passed over Stu’s features, but only for a second. In a moment he was chortling. Randy just rolled his eyes and turned the other direction, setting his gaze on something else. “Now that’s in bad taste.”

“What?” Stu inquired, following his gaze.

In the horror section, Billy stood, talking to two doting girls. He had that arrogant resting expression as per usual, and even I got uncomfortable by the implications Randy was making. Stu looked peeved as well.

“What? It was just a misunderstanding. He didn’t do anything,” Stu defended, and I nodded curtly in agreement.

Randy snickered. “You’re such a little lap dog. He’s got killer printed all over his forehead.”

Stu sent him an eerie grin. I wanted to shrink further into the shelves. “Oh really? how come the cops let him go, smart guy?”

“Cause they obviously don’t watch enough horror movies. This is standard horror movie stuff. Prom night revisited.”

“Randy, this isn’t a freaky fuckin’ horror movie,” I sneered in annoyance, causing the boy to flinch.

“Yeah! Why would he want to kill his own girlfriend? And our favorite gal, Y/n?”

Randy rolled his eyes as though he knew the secrets of the universe. “There’s always some stupid bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend. Try this on for size, though - the guy’s in love with ‘favorite gal’, Y/n,” my shoulders tensed from such an accusation, “and he wants to scare her into liking good ol’ innocent Billy. Coincidentally, the girlfriend gets murdered at the same time and he’s single and ready to mingle with said ‘favorite gal.’ How’s that?”

I could do nothing but cast my gaze to the ground. I hated that a part of what he said made sense, but it just couldn’t be true. I wasn’t arrogant enough to think Billy, smart student and athlete, would be interested in me and not Sidney.

“Oh,” Stu enunciated, slumping slightly.

“That’s the beauty of it all - the complexity. Who’d go through that much effort just to get the girl? Besides, if it isn’t confusing enough, it’s obvious.”

“Randall, what you’re saying is fucking insane,” I muttered. “Billy’s my friend and him and Sidney love each other. The police let him go for a reason.”

“Yeah, but what’s the chance Sid would go out with me when Billy’s thrown behind bars for the real sicko he is —?”

“No way in hell, bitch,” I sighed.

“You know who I think it is? I think it’s her father. Why can’t they find her pops, man?” Stu theorized with a shrug before grabbing why shoulder and pulling me to him.

“Because he’s probably dead and his body will show up in a ditch a few weeks from now. Eyes gouged out, fingers cut off, teeth knocked out! The police are always off-track with this shit.”

My stomach could hardly handle the imagery. I shrunk further against Stu’s chest, sending a consistent glare to Randy. “Yeah, Sid would definitely wanna go out with a freak like you.”

Stu cackled while Randy looked rather offended. Even I felt a bit mean, but he seriously didn’t need to go into theoretical detail. “Man!” Stu chortled.

“If they watched Prom Night, they’d save time,” Randy bellowed, drawing attention from passing customers. “A very simple formula! Everybody’s a suspect! I’m telling ya, the dad’s a red herring. It’s Billy!”

I gulped as the said boy came stalking from behind. He tilted his head, an agitated scowl on his handsome features. “How do we know you’re not the killer, huh? Huh?”

Randy’s confidence faded into oblivion and he stumbled to face the boy. “H - hi, Billy.”

“Maybe your movie freaked mind lost its reality button. Ever think about that?” he sneered, pushing his finger to Randy’s chest. He stumbled right into me.

“Boys, can you fuckin’ stop with this shit? Cut it out,” I groaned, although it came out as more of a whine.

Stu’s arms extended past me and clamped down on Randy’s shoulders. The boy looked utterly petrified. I couldn’t help but feel bad. The guy really did think it was Billy and that there was a gun to his head. Billy cast me but a glance, insisting on bickering with him.

“You’re absolutely right, I’m the first to admit it. If this was scary movie, I would be the chief suspect,” Randy stammered defensively.

“What would be your motive?” Stu giggled, although there was a dark undertone to it.

Randy tried shrugging off the intimidation. “It’s the millennium. Motives are incidental.”

All of Billy’s agitation washed away in that moment, an entertained smirk making its way to his feature. “‘Millennium,’ hm… I like that. That’s good. Millennium. Good kid.” Billy patted Randy’s back and walked toward the entrance with a saunter. Stu had his classic grin on his face, and both the boys were acting as though they weren’t just scaring the boy half to death. Sure, Randy’s logic was fucked up, but Billy was looking at the guy like a piece of meat.

“‘Millenium,’ good word, my man,” Stu complimented, also slapping his shoulder. “Let’s blow this popsicle joint, sweet cheeks.”

I could only send the boy a pitiful glance as Stu hoisted me over his shoulder and we exited the video store.

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Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Our Favorite Girl (Slight gore warning)

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...(Trigger warning, stabby stab)

“Hey newbie!”

You looked up from your textbook to find Stu Macher prancing up to you. With a polite smile, you greeted him.

“Hi Stuart.” you said. “How are you?”

“Hey! I said you didn’t have to be so ‘oooh hi Stuart I’m so prim and proper.’ “ he laughed out loud. “We’re friends aren’t we?”

“I guess so.” you laughed nervously. “ Um...what’s up?”

“I’m havin’ a party and you’re coming!”

“Parties?” You frowned. “I-uh...” you wanted to reject the idea. You hated parties and your parents would probably blow a fuse if they knew what was going on around town. ‘Stuart, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not, kitten?” he winked. “Afraid to be seen with little ol’ me?” there was a darkness behind his words that you couldn’t ignore. “Don’t like being out after dark?”

“I’m not the partying type is all.” you shrugged. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the most popular person around here.” you stared down at your shoes. “I just don’t wanna ruin your party. I’m the last person you wanna be seen with.”

“It’d make me real happy, kitten.” he stepped forward and slipped his fingertips under your chin and made you look up. “Please? Just for a few minutes.”

Call it weakness, but you couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay.” you smiled lightly. “I’ll go”

“Great! Don’t worry, it’ll be super memorable.” he winked as he skipped off.

Later on, you were walking to your locker only to bump into Adam. Typical bully. “Hey Y/N. Heard you were going to Macher’s party tonight...you gonna wear a dress for me?”

“No.” you answered curtly. “It’s amazing how you don’t seem to have anything better to do other than shove your nose into my business.” you hugged your books to your chest. “Can I go now?.”

“Hey...is there a problem?” you turned around to find Billy Loomis stalking up to you. You had seem him a handful of times but never actually talked to him before. “You...where do I know you from?”

“I sit behind you in English. We had a project together once.” you replied sheepishly. “Stuart forces me to sit between him and his girlfriend at lunch when they’re fighting. You talk to me from time to time...”

“Stuart...” he raised an eyebrow. “You mean Stu?”

“mhm! You probably don’t remember me because I never reply...” you nodded.

“You goin’ to his party or somethin’?”

“He asked me to go.” you trailed off. “You’re going too, right?”

“ Why? Excited to meet me there?”“ he smirked, totally ignoring Adam at this point.

“I mean...” you stared down at your books. “I was hoping someone I’d know would be there.”

Billy raised an eyebrow at you. You gave off a shy aura and for some reason he was into that. He and Stu had been planning a massacre, and they were gonna blame that damned Sydney Prescott. It was the perfect crime.

“Hm...I’ll see you there.” he winked at you, then sent a death-bringing glare at Adam. “Problem, handsome?” he sneered as he passed the athlete.

... at the party

“Not even three hours in and I have to hide...” you cursed yourself out. “Damn asshole...!”

Adam was informed that you had arrived and was looking for you, shit!

You ran into the kitchen, losing your breath. “Billy?”

The suspect in question whipped around. Billy was holding what you assumed was the house phone and instantly hung it up. “Hey...”

“Am I glad to see you.” you sighed.

“Somethin wrong?”

Billy was in the middle of executing his plan, but for some reason he couldn’t help but want to talk to you.

“Adam is looking for me.” you sighed. “Could I...stay here with you? Please?”

Billy smiled, darting out his tongue to run across his bottom lip. You were absolutely adorable. “I have a better idea.” he smirked, walking up to you. “Why don’t we send him a little message?”

“You have a girlfriend.” you put a hand on Billy’s chest. “I c-can’t.”

“Not anymore...she dumped me for Randy.” he tusked. ”Figures right?”

“Well...that’s her fault...you’re pretty cool.” you bit your lip.

“So...” Billy tilted your head up towards you. “Let me-”...he gently kissed your lips. While it felt wrong, you melted into him. He held the side of your face in his hand. Sidney wasn’t your friend, not by a longshot, but you still respected her. The fact that Billy was so willing to kiss you, like this.

“For once...stop worrying about other people.” he mumbled against your lips. “Just live in the moment...shit I know what I want...you know what you want...so act on it damnit.”

“Are we still talking about getting Adam off me back or-”

“Shush...don’t think.”

“Kinda hard to when your girlfriend is in the other room”

“Shut up.” he shushed you, tightening his arms around you. You kissed him back with just as much urgency. How would the others react, seeing this...seeing you. Billy backed you up against the counter. Before it could get any farther, you both heard screaming, girlish screaming.

“What the hell was that?” you asked, feeling your heart race.

“Stay here.” Billy ran in the direction of the noise, leaving you to stand there in terror.

You could hear screams and cries for help, followed by what sounded like gleeful laughter. You were left frozen in place as a man with a mask on his face kicked open the kitchen door.

You immediately braced yourself with a kitchen knife.

“Stay back!” you warned. “I will cut you!”

“Easy kitten, I’m not gonna kill ya.”

Call it ignorance. Call it instinct, but there was something familiar about the way this stranger spoke to you.

“What did you just say?” you dared ask this man. “Did you just call me kitten?”

“You’re naive, childish...and adorable...like a little kitty cat.” the way he laughed under the mask led you to believe he was laughing with his tongue stuck out.

There was only one person that you knew who spoke like that. You slowly lowered the knife and walked up to him cautiously. The figure didn’t move in the slightest. You were standing toe to toe with him.

You cautiously raised the mask only revealing the bottom half of the strangers face...only they weren’t a stranger.

“Stu.” you concluded.

“....You said my name.” he flirted.

“Care to explain?”

“In a bit...got something to take care of.” he straightened his mask again before disappearing again.

It was only less than a minute before Stu came quite literally crawling back into the kitchen.

Stu doubled over, holding his stomach as you rushed over to his side. “Stu?” you put a hand on his forehead. “Stu, please don’t be dead!” you winced. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” That damn Sidney...she must have had something to do with this.

“Y/N...it hurts.” Stu moaned in pain. “Hold me?”

You wasted no time in gathering him to the best of your abilities. He rested his head in your knee. You hummed thoughtfully, shushing him while you used his sweater to apply pressure to his stab wound.

“Y/N, are you sure you aren’t an angel?” He shamelessly flirted, smiling through his pain.

“No, I’m not.” you giggled. ”Save your energy.”

“I’d have more if you just gave me those lips of yours...” he winked. Just to shut him up, you kissed his forehead.

“Not what I meant, but works for me.”

As you chided the poor boy, Sydney ran into the kitchen, screaming at the top of her lungs while Billy also wounded stumbled behind.

“Billy??” you gasped in horror. Seeing you must have caused him to loose his footing, because he slowed his movements. You laid Stu on his back and urged him keep his sweater over his wound.

You scrambled to your feet, eyeing Sidney with a glare no one had ever seen you wear.

“Y/N! You’ve got to believe me! They’ve been the ones doing this.”

“I find that really hard to believe that when you were just standing over Stu with a bloody knife.” you seethed. “Your own boyfriend? Really?” you dared step closer.

“Y/N! They’re manipulating you!” she began crying. “You have to see it!” She was obviously hysterical.

“Then give me the knife.” you faked calm, cautiously stepping towards her. “Give me the knife...and we can-” you stopped yourself. You looked over at Billy, praying he wouldn’t be mad. “We’ll call the cops.” you you held your hand out.

“WHAT?” Billy seethed. You avoided his gaze. Hopefully he wouldn’t sense your fear.

“Trust me...” you said, just barely above a whisper. You were mostly talking to Billy, but had to make it look like it was directed at her. “We can get out of this...”

Sidney (very stupidly) outstretched her hand, the one that was holding the knife. Once it was within your reach, you grabbed her wrist, and grabbed the blade with your free hand, throwing it to the side. You tackled to to the floor and held her down.

“Crazy bitch.” you mumbled. She began thrashing, and screaming bloody murder. You were eventually able to get the best of her. “Whoever is the least dead...COPS...NOW!” You struggled as Sidney screamed. “This bitch is out of her mind!.”

“I have a better idea.” A seemingly fine, and now very much not dead Stu rose to his feet, a sick smile plastered on his face. The knife had slid over to him and you hadn’t even realized. You were too focused on keeping Sidney on the floor.

Suddenly you were yanked back into Billy’s arms as a sharp object came down from above, plunging through Sidney’s chest.

“Oh my god!” you buried your head into Billy’s shirt, trying to block out the terrible sounds you heard the terrible sounds of skin ripping.

“Shhh it’s over babe.” He shushed you. “It’s okay.” he stroked your hair with his bloody hand. Stu laughed manically as he wiped the sweat off his face.

“Some party huh.” Stu cackled. He wasted no time in sandwiching you between himself and Billy.

“You had us thinking you’d betray us, Kitten.” Stu dug his head into your shoulder.

“Y/N would never do that to us...she’s our good girl.”

“You guys are-”

“Absolutely.”

“And this party was-”

“Smart girl.”

“And now that you know our little secret, we’re never letting you go, kitten!” Stu laughed.

“And if you tell anyone, we’ll have no choice but to take you down with us...but you won’t do that to us, will you?” Billy asked, nuzzling his head into your neck.

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