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Crazy for you | Chapter Four

Chapter four is here!!! send me requests for short drabbles and ill give you my take on it. i love when you guys ask me questions about my fics or send requests!!! anyways here it is.

Warnings: billy has a weird obsession with the way you smell, poor randy never gets the girl, smut next chapter!

He didn’t think he’d have to see you until third period, but when he steps into the hall after first period he sees you. You’re leaning against his locker, waiting for him.

He can’t stop thinking about the way you smelled. It was like vanilla body wash and honey, but with that underlying smell of girl. The one he smells on Sidney, but yours is different. It’s sweeter, more intoxicating. He can’t get enough of it, god how he wants to just walk up to you and pull you into a hug, just so he can smell you again. It makes his head spin.

But he doesn’t instead he walks to his locker, attempting to ignore you. But you don’t move, and you don’t say anything, so he just ends up standing there next to his locker waiting for you.

“Hey?” he sounds confused, that's the games he’s decided to play, pretend like he was completely wasted.

“Hey.” Your voice sounds nervous, but still has anger laced in it.

“You’re uh, standing in front of my locker.” He lets out a chuckle, and pretends not to know why you’re angry.

“Yeah, I know.” You deadpan, eyes piercing daggers on his own. He stands there awkwardly for a moment, with his hands in his pockets. You suddenly say, “What are you playing at Billy?”

He stares at you for a moment, “What?”

“The other night? What was that?” You’re outright angry now. He decides to put on a show for you. He sighs, and runs his hands through his hair.

“I’m sorry, I don’t exactly remember what happened. I was kind of hammered.” He pushes out an awkward chuckle.

“Oh,” Your face drops of all anger, and you seem embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I thought you- nevermind.” You push yourself off his locker and walk away. And he stares after you, a slight smirk on his lips. He praises himself in his mind for the act, and begins getting him stuff from his locker.

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The next time he sees you is actually third period. Usually you sit right next to him so you can pick his brain about whatever topic is the day's discussion. But today you sit on the other side of the classroom, next to Randy. It makes his heart ache, he loves your little talks. You always seem so interested in what he has to say. Sidney never listens, she just talks to him and expects him to hang on to every word, he hates it and he hates her.

He also hates Randy, especially when he’s looking at you like that. You seem deep in conversation with him, and when you laugh Billy clenches his fist.

How could you be so oblivious, he understands why you can’t tell he likes you, he hides it. But Randy? He’s basically making heart eyes at you, and you have no idea. Sometimes he wishes he could just take what he wants, he’s impatient. But then he remembers the plan, and with the newfound information he received from your diary he knows it’s fool proof.

He just needs to control himself, until tonight. They made a few changes to the plan last night, and it seems perfect. He just has to wait.

You never realized Randy was so funny, but if you're being perfectly honest it seems like he saved up all his jokes and decided to just spew them at you all in one class.

He says something stupid about the movie Halloween and you giggle, attempting to cover it up with your palm. He smiles, and flushes red when you put your hand on his arm to push him softly.

Your smile fades quickly, “You okay there? You're really red.”

“Yeah- yeah I'm good, just a little hot.” He sputters, and his voice cracks at the end. He laughs it off and you smile at him and continue your conversation.

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The school day passes quicker than normal, lunch was a bore and before you know it you’re sitting in your bed, watching some random horror movie. You had just finished writing in your diary, which was conveniently placed on your bed when you came home from school. At around eight pm you hear the phone start ringing downstairs.

You get up, slip on your fluffy slippers and make your way down the stairs. The phone is on its last ring by the time you answer it.

“Hey Sid.” You recognize the number. Billy stands in the woods right behind your house, waiting for the perfect moment. He and Stu fought for hours for who to be the one to do it, eventually Stu caved.

Sid said something over the phone, but Billy knew he’d be seeing her tonight too.

“No, I think I'm just gonna stay home tonight, but have fun with Tate.” You smile into the phone, and for a second Billy thinks he might faint.

You hang up, and set the phone down, turning and walking back to the stairs. The phone rings again, this time you huff, turning back to the phone. You answer, and say, “I told you, Sid. I don’t wanna hang out tonight.”

“Oooo, trouble in paradise?” the modulated voice teases.

A smile breaks out on your face. “Well hello, mr ghostface.” You tease back.

“Hey, princess.” He grins behind the mask.He said it less sultry than before, not wanting to scare you off again.

“What are you doing?” You ask, playing with your hair.

“Watching you..i’ve decided i’m gonna play with you tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” Your voice comes out light and breathless.

“Hide and seek. Go unlock the back door, and then go hide somewhere.” You unlock the door and hold the phone to your ear.

“How do I know you won’t cheat?”

“Oh princess, Y’know I don’t play fair.”

You laugh at that, hanging up and making your way upstairs. You wiggle underneath your bed.

You hear him making his way up the stairs, heavy footsteps booming through the house. He passes your bedroom door, and then stops. You slap a hand over your mouth to quiet your breathing.

The footsteps track back to your door, and your bedroom door opens, light flooding in from the hall. Billy ‘tsk’s to himself, wondering how stupid you could be to hide in your own bedroom. But maybe you want him to find you?

The footsteps trail into your room, but then slowly make their way out of the room. You let out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly something is wrapping around your ankles and yanking you out from underneath the bed. You find yourself turning onto your back in the struggle, and your giggles are immediately silenced. He’s holding a giant knife, and he immediately presses it to your throat.

“Found you.”

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CHUBBY! READER X ALASTOR

I'm soooo sorry that I'm requesting something else this just came to me and I needed your storytelling expertise to bring it to life 😢

ALSO ALSO ALSO this one has a trigger warning so please read with the thought that YOURE PERFECT!!!😤(if you write it)

OTAY OTAY soooooooooooo reader has been apart of the hotel for awhile and has developed a crush on Alastor from afar and the small instances they do cross paths but hesitates to approach him on her own because well we're shy and HES THE RADIO DEMON anyway reader doesn't have to worry about distance between them because Alastor is AVOIDING HER ALL ON HIS OWN 😯 AND somehow reader gathers the courage to approach Alastor but sees his relationship with Rosie (they're besties, platonic soulmates definitely) and thinks 'wow, she's so beautiful and...thin' and proceeds to lock herself away from everyone (SOLITUDE) and skips meals (starving herself), Alastor is the first to notice shes missin and pulling away but doesn't know how to approach her without stumbling over his words (i like to think that hes a heartbreaker to other women like his fans but with someone that he likes with real feelings hes fumbling in the dark because he could get rejected instead, i will die on the hill) so so so he hesitates to ask reader whats wrong till he hears her throwing up or she says something awful about herself and Alastor gets angry on her behalf and reader goes silent, only for Alastor to take a breath and tell her that 'shes hurting herself, for a shallow reason such as looks', and reader goes 'i thought you liked to watch others downfalls' and then hes like 'not your downfall, never you' 😔 reader starts to cry and shouts "im not Rosie', confused Alastor finally starts putting the pieces together and grabs reader hands and sincerely says "good, i wouldn't rosie anyhow, or anyone else for that matter', reader continuing to cry tells him to stop lying that this joke isn't funny and Alastor kissies her hand as says "whos joking? I only want you, your perfect" then then then slowly Alastor starts to help reader look at themselves in a more positive light [[fit this in somewhere???????Alastor tells reader why hes so close to rosie (he's clueless about reciprocated love so he goes to Rosie because canon that she knows matters of the heart...right?)]]

A/N as always i am obsessed with your request. Also I 100% agree with the assessment of Alastor's ability to talk to people he actually likes. I am literally so obsessed with this request. Also I am assuming from your previous comments you wanted the same bunny demon character?? Please forgive me if I am wrong but I did it for her (because I love her dearly and she is based of meeeee and I'm egotisticalllllll). Kisses bestie <3 <3

Downfall (Alastor x Chubby!Bunny Demon!Reader)

Paring: Alastor x Reader

Word Count: 4,076 (I got a little carried away)

Warnings: BODY IMAGE ISSUES!!! EDS!!!! I think that's it but they're in all caps for a reason so if you have ED issues maybe don't read this one??? It is hurt//comfort tho so maybe do???? Idk. If you get triggered by ed descriptions, don't. If having a fictional character tell you you're perfect the way you are and beg you to stop destroying yourself because they can't bear to watch would help you, do.

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It had taken months. Months of wondering what he was like, of stolen glances, of furtive daydreams. Months of building up courage, of backing down, months of hoping and dreaming. It had taken endless encouragement from Angel, countless pages in her diary. It had taken a million deep breaths, ten thousand trembles of her hands. Months, it had taken months.

It wasn't like Y/n had never spoken to the man before. That wasn't really the issue. She wasn't scared of him, just scared. The simple idea of being alone with him was an intoxicating mixture of terror and utter bliss. Y/n didn't know how to handle it, she didn't know how to handle him.

Alastor was untouchable, nearly semi-divine in her eyes. Sure, he was fucked up, but they all were. At the end of the day, his facade was as easy to see through as a cheap paper crown from a Christmas cracker. Beneath the wide smile, the sharp teeth, the stories, Alastor was just a man. He cared deeply for the world around him, for the people around him and those in his life. No matter how hard he tried to disguise it, it always shone through to Y/n.

It wasn't like she had never spoken to Alastor before, she had just never spoken to him alone before. Every interaction they had ever had was as a part of the larger group of Hotel residents and staff. On the rare occasion they ran into one another in the hallway or happened to each be in the kitchen at the same time, Y/n froze up. Words turned to stones in her stomach and all she could ever seem to manage was a gentle nod, a shaky smile. It frustrated her to no end.

Finally, she had worked up the courage to talk to him. It was all Angel's idea really, she would never have had the thought to do such a thing on her own but his pushing had been relentless and at last, Y/n had agreed.

And it had taken months, months! This was her third attempt to go up to him. They had even lowered the stakes, Angel saying all she had to do was have a single normal conversation with the man and he would let her off the hook, stop his pestering and teasing. It was just her luck, really just her god damn luck.

Sir Pentious had informed Y/n that Alastor had left the hotel to see a friend, Charlie had given her the address of the cafe he had said he would be at should they need him. Everyone was all smiles, all encouragement. Y/n reminded herself to yell at Angel later for spilling her secret although, she guessed she shouldn't have expected anything else from the hotel's biggest gossip.

Putting on her favorite outfit, her hair all done up and makeup perfect, Y/n had slicked her ears flat against her head in determination and stepped out onto the streets of Pentagram City. It didn't take long for her to find the place, a sweet little cafe on the outskirts of Cannibal Town with white wrought iron chairs and a cheerful pink and purple sign. It hadn't taken her long to spot the bright red of Alastor's suit through the window either, standing out against all the muted purples and dark blacks of the other cannibals enjoying their meals within.

"It's fine. It's totally not weird that you're going up to him in a cafe he's having lunch in with a friend, that you.... oh my god Y/n!! He's gonna think you were stalking him! You should just go back and- no! You promised. Y/n, you can do this."

She took a deep breath, centering herself in that little core, that rod of who she was, that shot down the center of her being. Raising a closed fist to her chest, she shut her eyes.

"You can do this, Bunny." she reaffirmed, "You can do this."

Opening her eyes, she crossed the street. Her hand was inches away from the door's handle, her heart racing but set on what she was about to do, when Y/n noticed exactly who Alastor's 'friend' was.

Across the table from him, sipping delicately on a cup of tea, was the most beautiful demon Y/n thought she had ever laid eyes on. She had long, dainty fingers, thin and spidery, and the most perfectly proportioned body. She was tall, long legs sheltered by her skirt and a tiny waist that threw her hips and chest into contrast. The woman's hair was neat, tucked up beneath a wide brimmed hat. Her clothes were classy, her smile was bright and charming, the black holes of her eyes were... were... were everything. She was everything, everything Y/n wasn't.

Suddenly, the weight of her own body against her bones became all too real. She felt the urge to never be touched again, the same strange sickness of her youth sinking its teeth into the softness of her stomach, her thighs, her arms, all of her. Her hand lowered from the handle, Alastor laughing at something the woman had said to him. He seemed relaxed, more at peace than Y/n had ever seen the man before. If that wasn't love, she didn't know what was.

It took a second for the other residents of the Hazbin Hotel to realize the change. Y/n was good at this, she'd had practice. For years, she had worked to move past it all but the threat of a relapse had always hung over her head. It was her sword of Damocles, her fated demise.

Y/n retreated in to herself, she couldn't get the image of that woman out of her head. Poised, statuesque, thin. God, Y/n had never wanted anything more than she wanted to be thin. She wanted to rip fistfuls of flesh from her body, she wanted to wither away so only something beautiful remained.

Alastor was the first to notice. He had a soft spot for the rabbit demon who always seemed to be full of that soft, discrete joy and unending kindness. She was a more toned down version of Charlie. She was genuine and completely herself, no holds bared. She had such a hope, she had such a goodness, it made him wonder why she hadn't ended up in Heaven instead.

The truth was, behind the bravado and the grin, Alastor was scared of Y/n. He was scared he would touch her and she would rot away or worse, that she would run. She was just so good, so intrinsically wondrous, and he was the opposite. She was a fresh rose and he was the person coming haplessly along with a pair of gardening shears. She was radiant, she was carved fresh from marble, he was down bad.

Women had never been a priority or a problem for Alastor. Living and dead, they flocked to him. He knew his reputation was to blame, not to mention his looks. They could be fun for a while. Alastor saw charming them as a game, a good way to pass the time. This was different, Y/n was different. Alastor didn't know what to do so, he did nothing. He avoided her like the plague and when he couldn't, he practically ignored her, barley spared her a word.

Alastor was untethered, completely in the dark and so, he did what everyone does when they feel like that: he went to talk to his best friend. When he had gotten back to the hotel after his rather illuminating little chat with Rosie, Charlie had asked him if he had seen Y/n. It felt like divine chance, a cruel joke of fate, that the demon Princess would bring up the very source of his problems so soon after having at last pushed past his pride to ask for help.

When he had revealed the truth to the gang, that no, he had not in fact seen Y/n, they seemed deflated. There had been some sighs, some shrugs, shared glances he didn't understand and then everything had gone back to normal except, it wasn't quite normal.

Where Y/n could normally be found causing trouble, making mischief with the people who had so quickly become her friends since she had started her stay at the hotel out in the open, there was now a distinct lack of her jovial presence. She began taking her plates to her room at meals, showing up to group activities less and less, claiming she was tired or had a stomach ache. Alastor noticed every time he did manage to catch a glimpse of the marvelous and strange creature who had captured his affections so, she seemed utterly exhausted. Y/n was always bundled up, even on the warmest of days.

He wanted to go talk to her, wanted to ask her if she was okay. Alastor was worried -- genuinely worried -- about her. The only thing that stopped him from knocking every time he passed her perpetually closed door, was that he knew himself too well. He knew that the minute he entered, he'd lose his courage, that the words would become mush in his mouth.

It was pure chance, right place wrong time, that he heard it. Alastor had been following his normal routine, heading up to his radio tower for a broadcast after a group activity. Today had been Operation Navigation! As Charlie had dubbed it. She and Vaggie had built an obstacle course and everyone had a partner who was blindfolded and had to be guided through. When they got to the other end, the pairs had switched. Miraculously, Y/n had shown up to this event.

Alastor had watched her carefully, noting her sluggish movements and the way it took her a second to fully register what anyone was saying in a given moment. It was out of the ordinary and his worry only grew. He knew he was going to have to do something about it eventually but just didn't know how. Maybe it would require another visit to Rosie.

As he walked past the lobby bathroom, Alastor was pulled from his thoughts. The door was slightly ajar, sending shards of light out into the darkened hallway.

"Why isn't it working!"

Came the hushed yell of defeat. It was Y/n's voice, he'd know it anywhere. Alastor stopped walking.

"Why do I have to be..."

There was a sniff, the sound of something hitting the wall. Alastor realized it had been Y/n at the sound of fabric against the wallpaper. He could see her in his minds eye as she slid down the wall, pulling her knees into her chest.

"Why can't I just be skinny."

Y/n's words were muffled, soft and shaky.

"Why can't I just be pretty. Why do I have to be... to be..." her words were briefly broken by a sob, "why can't I just be good. I can't even fucking starve myself right. I wish..."

Alastor's body reacted before his mind could catch up, he knocked gently on the door. There was a little yelp of surprise from within, a few sniffs and some rustling fabric.

"Yeah?"

Y/n's voice trembled as she tried to keep the tears at bay.

"May I come in?"

Alastor heard the sharp intake of breath. It was too late to back down now. The silence was thick between them, it felt eternal.

"Okay." Y/n agreed at last, her voice small, and Alastor stepped into the room.

It was exactly how he had imagined it. Y/n was huddled on the floor next to the door, her knees tucked up under her chin and her arms holding her shins tightly. Alastor noticed that the thick, woolen sweater she had been wearing earlier had been tossed to the side, laying haphazardly beside the sink. Y/n sniffed again, trying to smile.

"Everything okay?" she asked and Alastor fixed his eyes back on her.

Y/n's eyes were rimmed with red. Her ears lay limply around her face which was stained with tears. Her skin was covered in goosebumps, she shivered.

"No. It's not."

She seemed a bit taken aback by his answer, not having grasped the reality of the cracked door earlier.

"I don't... what's wrong?"

"You are starving yourself." Alastor replied in a matter-of-fact voice.

Y/n's eyes went wide.

"Fuck... I... fuck!" she buried her face in her knees, "You weren't supposed to hear that."

"Are you trying to die!?" Alastor asked,

He didn't mean to yell, he didn't mean to be this angry. Everything he said seemed to send shockwaves of regret through his body. No matter what he did, he couldn't seem to stop himself.

"Are you... I just... are you stupid?!"

Y/n looked up at him again, her eyes wet with fresh tears.

"I-"

"You what." Alastor scoffed, "You want to be pretty?"

"I..."

"You want to be pretty so you lock yourself away? You make your friends watch as you... as you what, as you get thin? As you destroy yourself?"

She was crying now, truly crying. Alastor looked away, a hand to his head. He took a deep breath, everything was going wrong. When he looked at her again, her cheeks were flushed from a mixture of shame and hurt.

"I just..." he took another deep breath, sinking to his knees before her, "Why would you hurt yourself so badly for something as.. as shallow as your looks?"

Y/n sniffled, frantically trying to wipe away her tears.

"What, I thought you liked to watch other people's downfalls." she tried to shoot back at him but her words came out stuttering and broken through the thickly falling tears.

Y/n refused to meet Alastor's gaze. Everything was going wrong. She was horribly embarrassed, she felt like a butterfly and Alastor was the terror who had opened her chrysalis too soon. He wasn't supposed to see her like this, he wasn't supposed to see her now. He was only supposed to get the after. It was all for him, after all, wasn't it?

Except, Y/n knew the truth of the matter. Alastor had been the trigger but, these behaviors were too well engrained. She might not have known it then, but she'd been looking for an excuse all along. It was all for her, every inch of agony.

His heart dropped at her words. Was that what Y/n truly thought of him? It would make sense, it was the face he presented to the world after all. He had just thought... he had hoped... Rosie had said....

Rosie. That was the answer. She had told him to be honest, to be vulnerable no matter how terrifying such a prospect could be. She had said it was the only way they ever had the slightest chance.

Alastor reached a hand out gently, turning Y/n to look at him. Her skin was soft to the touch, the beating of her blood thrumming against his fingertips. With the utmost care he could muster in his clawed and rotten hands, Alastor wiped her tears away. He couldn't meet Y/n's eyes but heard her sniffle, watched as the flow of sorrow slowed.

"Not your downfall." he said, his words like quiet feathers falling through the air, "Never your downfall."

At last he met her trembling gaze, fear coursing hotly through him, mingling with his blood. She took a few short, stuttering breaths before bursting into tears once again. Alastor flinched slightly as her head fell forward onto his shoulder.

"But I'm not that woman!"

"Woman... what woman?"

"The one you were with at the cafe!"

"The one... Rosie?"

Y/n nodded, sniffiling slightly as she tried to calm herself down.

"You saw me with Rosie? How?"

"I went... I'd been working up all this courage and... I just wanted to talk to you and Charlie and Pen said you'd be there and... and... and I'm not Rosie!"

Suddenly, everything clicked into place. He had been right all along, Rosie was the answer. With the air of someone who hadn't had much physical affection given to them in their life, or received any for that matter, Alastor slowly wrapped his hands around Y/n's shaking back.

"Good."

"What do you mean 'good'? She's so beautiful and she made you laugh and she's just... she's so beautiful and thin!"

"She is beautiful, and a lovely woman but, I don't want Rosie. Or anyone else for that matter."

Y/n's sobs redoubled, she began to struggle against his grip.

"Let me go! Stop lying, Alastor."

Alastor released Y/n from his grasp and she pushed herself back against the wall, utterly mortified and unable to stop. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking away.

"Stop joking, it's... it's not funny."

"Who is joking? I..." Alastor took a deep breath.

Rosie had been right, it was terrifying. He hope she was right on the second part too, that it would be worth it.

"Y/n, have you seen yourself?"

"Yes! Why the fuck do you think I want to be anything else?!"

Alastor got to his feet, holding a hand out to Y/n.

"Come with me."

"No." she mumbled, scooting further away from him if it was possible.

Under another circumstance, he would have chuckled lightly, he would have found her reaction adorable. This was neither the time nor the place and so, summoning his shadows, he transported them both into the darkness of his room.

Y/n looked around, pulling herself to her feet.

"Where... where are we?"

"My room." Alastor sat down on the edge of his bed, "Come here."

Hesitantly, Y/n took a few steps forwards. Once she was in reach, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his lap. The feeling sent sparks through his body, Alastor tried his best to ignore it. There were more important things than the pleasure of the moment. Y/n struggled against his grasp, the tips of her ears dragging slightly across his arms.

"Alastor! Let me go! I'm too heavy!"

"No, you're quite perfect actually."

"I don't want to be touched! I don't want you to... you're making me want to tear my skin off, please."

"No." his voice was firm.

"Please, just please let go of my waist at least."

To this, he relented, one of his arms falling loosely onto her lap as he held the other up, snapping his fingers. Shadow's flooded into the room, bringing with them a full length mirror. He felt Y/n tense in his grasp.

They came to a stop, setting the mirror on the ground before them. Y/n turned her head away, her eyes shut tight.

"Please stop, Alastor. This really isn't funny."

"Y/n."

"No."

"Y/n."

"No!"

Y/n, please."

She had never heard him say the word before. Slowly, she opened her eyes, craning her neck to look up at Alastor.

"I want you to see what I see when I look at you."

"You promise you wont be mean?" Y/n asked suspiciously after a moment.

"I pinky promise."

He had seen her do this before, with other residents of the hotel. A simple locking of pinky's was all it ever took to make a promise, to assuage her doubts, to show she cared. Y/n's eyes widened slightly. Slowly, she reached her hand out, locking her pinky with his. They shook their hands once, the way Alastor had seen her do it a thousand times before.

"Wait." Y/n said as he made to move his hand away, looking away bashfully, her cheeks a bright pink and her voice quiet, "Don't let go."

"Okay."

Taking a deep breath, she turned to the mirror. It was terrible, she felt bile rise in her throat.

"Y/n, you are so... every inch of you is perfect." Alastor took a deep breath, the way his voice trembled not escaping Y/n's notice, "You have... amazing legs. I know everyone's all obsessed with Angel's but, he has nothing on you walking around on those sticks. You're... you're all soft curves and lace. If you were made of anything, you would be satin. You are a nymph rising from the lakes, a wild maenad in the woods. Your eyes shine like true stars, not what we have here. Did you know rabbits were always my favorite animal?"

Y/n giggled slightly, her tearstained cheeks flushed pink.

"Well they were. They still are. Your ears are just to die for, dearest."

He felt her ears twitch slightly against his back at the comment and Y/n watched through the mirror as his smile softened at it's harsh edges.

"Your grace is what the Greeks wrote about. You... Y/n, the first time I set eyes on you, I felt like I was drowning." Alastor looked away, unable to meet her eyes even through the glass, "Like you were a siren and I was nothing more than a hapless sailor at your mercy."

"But you never talk to me."

"You never talk to me!"

Y/n laughed again, smiling a gummy smile.

"I don't have to talk to you to see who you are, Y/n." Alastor continued, his hand that was in her lap turning so his palm rested gently on her thigh, "You light up any room you're in. You are charming and clever and constantly on the look out for places you can instill your special breed of controlled chaos."

Trembling, he shifted his hand in Y/n's so he held hers, raising it to his mouth. The heat of his breath on her skin drove Y/n wild, her breath hitched.

"I am glad you're not Rosie, I don't want Rosie. I don't want anyone else except for you."

Alastor planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand and Y/n's smile only grew, her tears long forgotten now as she watched Alastor's reflection.

"You are perfect. Please, don't change yourself, don't hurt yourself, trying to be something else. I'd miss you."

Slowly, he let their still clasped hands fall into Y/n's lap.

"Do you see now?"

Y/n turned back to the mirror, her head tilted slightly to one side as she hummed in consideration.

"No." she admitted, "But I think I might be able to start."

"One step at a time." Alastor rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand in comforting circles, "I'll be with you the whole way, if you'll have me."

He held his breath, waiting for her reply. Y/n met his eyes through the mirror, her brow furrowed.

"That depends."

"On what?"

"Who is Rosie?"

Alastor could have laughed, he nearly did.

"She is a very old and dear friend. I was going to her for advice, that day."

"You? Needing advice?" Y/n paused before shaking her head, "Nah, I don't see it."

She laughed lightly at her own joke and Alastor smiled softly back at her.

"It was advice about you, actually."

Y/n turned herself in his lap, looking up at him with her legs on either side of his own.

"About me?"

"Y-yes."

He cursed himself internally. Alastor hadn't meant to stutter, she just looked too lovely sitting there and looking up at him with her pretty pink lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed.

"Well?" she asked expectantly.

"I..." Alastor felt the heat rising in his own cheeks and looked away, "well, I didn't know how to approach you."

"Wait, you were avoiding me this whole time?" Y/n laughed and Alastor nodded, "I thought I was avoiding you!"

"Wait, you were avoiding me?"

His gaze snapped back to hers and she laughed again.

"Yes! I was terrified to speak to you! You're so cool and hot and just... I'm not good at things like this!"

"You think I'm hot?"

"Is that all you got out of what I said?"

"Maybe."

They both laughed this time. Alastor's chest felt lighter than it hand in years.

"So," he began once they had both calmed down, "is that a yes?"

"To what?"

"To letting me... be... with you."

Y/n smiled, reaching a hand up to his cheek.

"That's a 'will you be with me?' I think actually."

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@willowshadenox @i-love-jafar @elfyeet @reader3 @lazygirlfanfic0-0@kahlan170

A/N Y'all, there were one or two times I almost wrote my name while doing this one. I've been writing x reader fics for eight years, this never happens to me anymore. I think I related a little too hard. I am x reader fic writing too close to the sun.

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girlylukehughes · 9 months

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Secret relationship insta fic with Luke Hughes, and reader is Alex's twin sister??? Please

Boats and Boys

luke hughes x turcotte sister! reader

a/n: i did make reader alex's sister, so she's luke's age, instead of twin bc the age gap felt weird to me(i know it's only like 2/3 years but considering they grew up together it just felt weird to me idk) anyways! fic under the cut!

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user1: WHOS BACK IS THAT GOD DAMN

^yn.turcsoffical: classified information🤫

_alexturcotte: excuse me?

_alexturcotte: literally when were you alone????

^yn.turcsoffical: you went somewhere i don't remember tbh🤷🏻‍♀️

^^_alexturcotte: ok but who is it

^^^yn.turcsoffical: 〽️👹🫎🏒‼️

^^^^_alexturcotte: what????

jackhughes: ur bold for this

^yn.turcsoffical: shhhhhhh

^^_alexturcotte: HE KNOWS???

lhughes06: what's his back routine fr

^yn.turcsoffical: idk ask him yourself

^^_alexturcotte: LUKE KNOWS TOO???

^^^_quinnhughes: i also know

trevorzegras: woah baby turcs is cuffed??

^yn.turcsoffical: yeah i pull more than you

^^trevorzegras: rude.

user2: wait... "〽️👹🫎🏒‼️" that is literally luke...

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yn.turcsoffical: curls get the girls fr lukey pookie

^lhughes06: sure do!

^^_alexturcotte: this is suspicious....

_alexturcotte: YOU TOO???

^lhughes06: yessir

jackhughes: this is laughable

trevorzegras: oh i get it now

_quinnhughes: at least blur my feet next time bro.

edwards.73: hi 〽️👹🫎🏒‼️

^markestapa: hi 〽️👹🫎🏒‼️

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^^^^^^^mackie.samo: hi 〽️👹🫎🏒‼️

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_alexturcotte: jk i've been rooting for this since y'all were like 13

^yn.turcsoffical: there's no way.

^^_alexturcotte: dear diary, today luke smiled at me! i thought i was gonna shit my pants die

^^^yn.turcsoffical: ENOUGH. OUT! GET OUT!

^^^^lhughes06: awwwww you've had a crush on me for like 6 years

^^^^^yn.turcsoffical: die.

^^^^^^yn.turcsoffical: jk i love you

lhughes06: my girl<3

^yn.turcsoffical: always! ♾️

trevorzegras: no fucking way.

^trevorzegras: there's no fucking way

^^yn.turcsoffical: believe it zegras, you get no bitches

user1: yn roasting trevor in the comments is always my favorite part

^user3: fr she's so funny

^^yn.turcsoffical: trevorzegras i told you i'm fucking funny

jackhughes: literally who was taking all of these pics for you

^_quinnhughes: me. i was bribed with promise of golf champion. then i lost.

^^yn.turcsoffical: that's your own fault really! but i love you quinn! thank you for being our chauffeur and personal photographer!

colecaufield: you owe me $300 trevorzegras

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^yn.turcsoffical: 9 months!!

^^_alexturcotte: there is no way only the highes brothers knew about this then

^^^yn.turcsoffical: yeah we were like half? public at school. basically the whole hockey team + my roommates knew

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drmaddict · 9 months

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Dear Diary

Summary: Jason got his hands on (y/n)s diary. Of course, nothing good can come of this... or maybe it can?

Word count: 850

Warnings: angst, but lots of fluff after

Authors note (Warning: looong Authors note):

When I was about 13 or 14, my then best friend tricked me.

She had sent me a link through a chat. It was one of those online fortune-telling sites. Ask a question about your future and I'll give you an answer.

Complete bullshit, of course, but I always found them funny. What do you do when you're 14? You ask if you have a chance with your crush, or possibly that cute guy who's always in guitar class.

What I didn't know was that on the other side, my friend was sitting with one of her friends, laughing her ass off.

They went on and on about it. I always valued my privacy. I was very shy and insecure.

When they made fun of it in front of me, my confidence and trust was broken. It has never really gotten back together since.

The whole thing still weighs on me in my mid-twenties. I never talked about it until now.

Unfortunately, my story didn't have a happy ending, but what are fanfictions for?

I was sitting in the cafeteria, listlessly looking at my food.

The guys were euphorically talking about the next DnD campaign when all of a sudden Jason Carver appeared at our table.

The grin on his face did not mean anything good.

"King and Queen of Freakland."

"Get out of here ball boy." growled Eddie.

"Why so hostile? I've got some good news after all. At least you finally got a chance to get laid. The way I see it, nothing more than languishing has happened yet."

Jason pulled out a small, green book from behind his back. My book. My journal. My chest tightened so violently I should have imploded. I felt sick to my stomach. Stiff as a board, I sat there. I should have knocked it out of his hand, but I was just a useless statue.

He flipped open the book and began reading aloud so loudly that the entire cafeteria could hear.

He strolled through the rows and read out my thoughts. Thoughts I never told anyone.

"He always listens to me. Even when I'm interrupted, which is really all the time, he asks again and listens to me. For someone who likes to talk so much, he's a really good listener."

He flipped a few more pages. I wanted to dissolve.

"I wonder what his lips feel like."

Turning pages.

"His eyes are beautiful. Like chocolate or coffee. He's never been this close to me before."

He put on a stilted sugary-sweet voice.

"And for all of you wondering who it is that turned dear (y/n)'s head - You shouldn't have a crush on Eddie Munson, but of course I'm an idiot who does."

The crowd laughed and silent tears ran down my eyes. Since Jason was still the center of attention, I quickly and silently slipped outside.

I heard Jason groan painfully, but I just kept running.

Now, if I was quick, I could just sign out at the secretary's office and say I was sick. It wouldn't even be a lie. I'd be gone before anybody saw me again.

"(Y/n). (Y/N)!" shouted Eddie from behind me. I heard his shoes hit the linoleum in quick strides. "Now wait."

A hand grabbed mach my shoulder and turned me around. I tried to wriggle away, but alas, Eddie was stronger than he looked.

"Here." He held my journal out to me.

I grabbed it without looking him in the face. I quickly wiped away the tears, but I wasn't fooling anyone.

I felt small and stupid and humiliated. "Thank you.", I whispered in a broken voice.

"Don't cry over this idiot."

I shook my head and tried to turn back around, but he didn't move away from me.

"I hate it when you're miserable."

"It's okay."

"No it's not okay!" He turned my head with his big hands that I practically had to look at him. "I don't want the girl I have a crush on to feel bad. I don't want her to cry."

I looked at him out of wide eyes. What?

"You always listen to me too and you're always nice to everyone and you have beautiful eyes and you smell insanely good. Do you even know that?"

His warm eyes looked at me as gently as I've ever seen him.

"Don't listen to that idiot! He has no right to do something like that, even though he might think he does." He grew quieter and sadness was in his eyes. "I'm sorry he's going off on you like this because of me."

I shook my head. "Eddie... No... Jason goes after everyone when he can, doesn't he?"

I looked down at my feet again. "Are you serious?"

"With every word."

"It doesn't feel real."

He laughed. "Come on we're going to math. Then the harsh reality will have us back.... Besides, I need motivation to go, and it's really always you." He smiled at me. "You look cute when you think... And a little hot how quickly you solve this tangled mess of numbers." He grinned. I blushed.

"You don't have the homework, do you?"

"Well, I was thinking I could possibly copy it off you.... I'd offer you dinner for it too.... Friday at 8?"

"Are you trading math homework for a date right now?", I laughed, still tearful.

"To be honest, the date's free.... You could also kick me in the balls and it would still be standing." He grinned at me, but uncertainty was in his eyes.

"Friday at 8.", I said and pressed my assignments into his hand.

He gave me a tight squeeze. "If I hadn't just broken Jason's jaw, I'd almost have to thank him."

"You broke Jason's jaw?", I asked in shock.

"Edward Munson to the principal's office immediately!", an angry voice rang over the loudspeakers.

He sighed and handed me back my notepad.

"I'll see you around. Don't forget about me while I'm in prison.", he grinned.

Quick as a flash, he pressed a kiss to my cheek. A glow of red settled over his skin.

"See you?"

"See you."

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x y/n #fluff #fluffy

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riizecore · 1 month

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bestfriend! sungchan x fem! reader

genre: fluff

summary: you are about to have the best saturday ever. it was unexpected, and it was beautiful.

saturday afternoons are spent at a cafe nearby, so when you kissed your mom goodbye while she was busy tending to the flowers, she didn't have to ask where you're off to. "why is your boyfriend not picking you up today?" her words caused you to roll your eyes. "very funny, mom." she was referring to sungchan, your childhood friend. she knew you had a crush on him ever since the day she "accidentally" saw your diary open with doodled hearts decorating jung sungchan's name. you made her promise to stay quiet about it, but she's not doing a very good job at it.

"why? you haven't confessed to him yet? you guys are obviously pining for each other since everyone knows how long-" her teasing elicited a death glare from you. she put her hands in the air as if surrendering in response. "okay, promise, i won't talk about it." despite her words, you perfectly knew she would still tease you so you hummed the most sarcastic "uhuh." in return.

"gotta go, i'll be back in a few." you bid goodbye while closing the gate, giving a her a flying kiss despite all the teasing you just received. "you look breathtaking, dear. he'll make a fool of himself if he doesn't notice that." you smiled at your mom, thankful for her words of encouragement. you shrugged the silly thought that almost made you nervous as you made your way to the cafe. meeting sungchan has always been natural for you- but there's just something about today that you can't point out, and you're unsure of what it is. "maybe it was mom's teasing, idk." you thought. you examined yourself as you walk. "do i really look good today or is she only saying that because i'm her daughter?" you asked yourself, not ignoring the fact that you hoped the person you'll be meeting would think the same way.

a few minutes passed and you arrived at the cafe, you weren't suprised to see him sitting at your usual spot near the window. your usual strawberry latte and slice of cinnamon bun already sitting on top of the table across his iced americano and chocolate cake. your insides swelled with warmth at how much he knows about you- surely, it must've been because you have been friends for a long time, but you can't help but still be swayed with the thought and gesture. he's always been like this, so you can't help but wonder why does everything feel so new today. you held onto your bag tighter as you inched closer to sungchan- the girls are shamelessly staring at him and you wouldn't blame them, he looked absolutely handsome in his cream sweater, his brown hair parted evenly, and his lovely eyes are pinned on you- you'll never get tired of adoring his brown specs- you could get lost in them and you won't mind. "missed you all week. you were too busy to meet me." he says with a hint of accusation, cutting you off from your trance and you can't help but think how he looked cute when he pouts. "sorry. you know our debate competition is up so soon, but hey, i'm here now." you reassured him. "i'm busy with soccer practice but i still have time for you though?" he raised an eyebrow, earning a giggle a from you. "clingy." he narrows his eyes at you but doesn't deny your words.

an hour passed by and it's just you and sungchan talking about life. he doesn't let go of the topic that you two are on the same university, both with busy schedules and he reasons out that he pestered you to meet him because he doesn't want to eat lunch with anyone else on a particular wednesday when he almost failed his math test and how he detests that he didn't get to see you the entire week and you just laughed at him for missing you a little too much, in which he continuously tried to deny. "you should get yourself a girlfriend so you'll stop missing me too much." you said.

sungchan suddenly became silent, he averted your gaze. you noticed he looked hesitant and a hint of sadness colored his eyes and you swear, you never want to see him like that. you knew he had something on his mind. "why? what's wrong? sorry, did i say something wrong?" you can't help but feel nervous beacuse of his sudden silence, you gently laced his hands with yours to help ease him up.

while staring at him, you were trying your best not to look too in love or he would notice- it scares you to think that your feelings might show and sungchan only thought of you as a friend. the thought alone made you gloomy, but his next words are unexpected. "i saw you with a guy last wednesday" he started. "i want to approach you but you seem happy talking to him. you never told me about him." he continued, still looking away from you.

you let out a sigh of relief, almost happy that it wasn't about anything more concerning or gravely serious. you weren't sure what to think of, but you almost heard a bit of jealousy and worry with the way he spoke. your brows knotted in confusion, trying to think about who you were with "sunghoon? he's a classmate from history, we were waiting for our groupmates that time when you saw us." sungchan felt relieved, almost as if a huge weight on his chest has been lifted. he tried to summon his old self back like nothing happened. "i was just suprised to see you with an unknown guy! imagine if auntie saw you with him and asks me then i didn't know anything, right?" he convinced himself it was the perfect excuse. he can't believe how dumb it sounded but he also didn't know how to deal with his feelings when he, too, was afraid that you might notice his true feelings and you didn't feel the same. it would break him beyond repair.

"ah, that's it." you try to hide your sadness but the disappointment in your tone was obvious, your hands reached to finish the remaining pastry you had.

sungchan caught a glimpse of hurt in your eyes. he has always been a straightforward kind of guy- but when it comes to you, the words doesn't come out easily. he thought that maybe, you'd know how he felt, but seeing your reaction made him realize that he should've told you about his feelings sooner. since it's out in the open, it's now or never. sungchan gathered all the courage he could muster, determined to tell you that he isn't contented by being your bestfriend anymore, he wants more. he wants you to get the message.

"the truth is, i was jealous." you looked at him, not believing what you just heard. "i couldn't bear seeing another guy making you smile, i want to be the only one to make you smile like that." your heart is now pumping at an abnormal rate. "i want to see you and hear your voice everyday." you can't believe that this is happening right now. "i don't want to be just your friend, y/n." he continued. "i like you- no, i'm in love with you." he confessed. his words sending you to cloud nine, your fingers now laced tighter as he looks at you with gentleness and concern, waiting for your reply.

"i'm in love with you, y/n." he repeated so you would know that he's serious, after all, sungchan never toyed with anyone's emotions, he always makes sure that he expresses and says what he only means, especially when it comes to you. this was the push you've been asking the universe for and there's no turning back. why prolong the agony when you've accepted that sungchan is already the one for you ever since? you opened your lips to say the words he longed to hear. "i'm in love with you too, sungchan." you looked away, embarassed. he's watching you intently, pupils almost turning into a heart if that's even anatomically possible.

he stood up to grab your things and he doesn't let go of your intertwined hands. "let's go, we're telling our parents we're now dating."

as if the universe planned everything, sungchan's parents are at your home, helping your parents set the table for dinner. hand in hand with sungchan, you introduced him to your parents as not your best friend- but your boyfriend and he introduced you to his family as his girlfriend. both of your moms looked proud but sungchan's dad shot your dad a knowing look.

"i told you they'll start dating in college. just about the right time." mr. jung said and your dad groaned before handing him 50 bucks.

it was the best saturday ever.

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

note: hi, everyone! i'm still trying to explore the works here in tumblr and i hope you like my first work. i wrote sungchan's first bc he's my biaswrecker back when he was a neo (he almost stole me from mark lee istg). i'll be writing for riize and nct, (and svt, too!) my ults. expect more to come. wishing you an amazing day. :)

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riyangiis · 2 months

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CHERRIES AND ROSES

you try and confess to ricky through a diary about your thoughts about love and your crush on ricky. (valentines special!!)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 , ricky x gn! reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 , fluff

𝐰/𝐜 , 2.5k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 , bad writing, second lead syndrome.., one-sided love, i feel like this is more abt kazumi than ricky or reader BYE..

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 !

it wasn't hard to fall for ricky, never. he's so elegant, majestic, talented, everything! you thought that it would be a bother to be friends with him since it would get harder to hide the fact that you were astronomically down bad for him.

you weren't the only one like this. not at all. of course there were other people who like him as much as you do, he has a whole fan club.. you weren't that delusional to even show the fact that you had a crush on him or to show that you have a chance with him, you're insanely far from that. you know that there are people worthy enough to be with him, it's not bad to admire from afar. for now.

sometimes when you try to sneak a glance at him, he's already looking at you. you stop staring , or admiring, after a millisecond. you can always feel that someone is watching your every move whenever ricky is nearby. maybe you're really delusional. you've told your close friends about this problem.

"look for a little longer to be sure!"

your friend rocks you back and forth after hearing your thoughts, she seems more excited than you're supposed to be.

"do i look like i have the guts to do that?"

your friend looks disappointed in your shyness. to be fair you we're actually considering it.. but really, you don't have the guts to do that even if you wanted to do it.

"well maybe? please do it?"

your friend looks at you with puppy eyes. you roll your eyes.

"fine, just not now."

"yayy!"

(try to guess who the friend is in the end!)

"do you really like [name]?"

gyuvin asks ricky. they're currently in an empty classroom with gunwook reviewing his notes for an upcoming test. it has always been their secret meetup spot since they all became a trio.

"gyuv, i really do like them. they're funny, kind, attractive, just everything. i'm sure about this."

ricky reassures gyuvin. even though ricky is popular around the school, gyuvin is just worried that ricky might get used for fame and money. gyuvin also knows well that ricky has been in situations like that. he knows what to do.

"yeah, ricky's fine-"

yujin barges in the door, cutting off gunwook. he just got out of class after a chemistry test. everyone in the room got silent and just stared at him. the classroom was secret indeed, but they had to let yujin know. he was practically begging for them to tell him and it won't hurt to let him join?

"how's the test?"

gunwook asks yujin, breaking the awkward silence. he proudly waves his papers to gunwook, showing a noticeable 18/20 in red.

"happy?"

"phew, that long night of reviewing you didn't go to waste."

gunwook sighs relieved after having to explain everything in detail to yujin for 6 hours just for that quiz. for. free. yujin sits down beside the boys and starts talking about drama from his class.

"did you know kanghee cheated on eunji?"

gasps emitted from the boys, completely leaving the conversation about ricky's crush behind.

when february started, you bought a cute cherry notebook and turned it into a diary to write how much you like ricky and give it to him once the day comes. everyday you fill at leaat 5 pages with whatever seems romantic and cute.

you knew ricky likes diaries, you thought it would be nice to put this in his collection as a valentines gift. of course you saved some pages for him incase he wants to put anything in the diary.

it took you 3 sore fingers, a load of stickers, you preparing to get rejected, also you hoping that this will work, and other stuff. you're lucky that you don't have a busy schedule when valentines is near because this is probably your only way to confess to ricky. you're pretty embarrassed to actually give someone you have a crush on your thoughts about them when they don't even know you. whatever, you had to get this off of your chest somehow.

perfect. your diary is finished. you're planning on putting this on his desk. well, hoping that nobody would just open up and read everything that's been going on in your mind. can't do that.. you can't just put it on his locker, you don't know the code. even if you did, it's probably full of love letters that he won't even notice the notebook. gosh, i'll just ask my friends.

from what your friends said, they told you to put the diary in his bag while he's practicing. you asked your friends, kyungsoo and kazumi, to go with you. kazumi has a friend there that's also in the basketball team so you three were able to go to practice without any suspicions.

"do you think this will work?"

kyungsoo asks nervous. to be honest, you were extremely nervous as well. you've never done stuff like this before. kazumi just scoffs as if he was an expert even though he's new to this as well.

"trust me. when i'm around, we can never fail."

kyungsoo's face softens, she avoids trying to worry or ask a question like that when all she'll get is kazumi being a narcissist as usual. you're close to the court. you see gyuvin, ricky's best friend, on the way.

"[name]! you're here! did you invite your friends?"

gyuvin greeted you, he's also a part of the team. he's currently holding a soda can on his hand that's from the vending machine, is it their break right now?

"yeah! kazumi got invited by minho to watch them and kyungsoo just wanted to go with us since she had nothing to do! how's valentines for you?"

gyuvin scoffs and casually drinks the soda as if he was gets admirers all the time. gunwook walks up to him and barges in the conversation and cuts gyuvin off.

"it's going well for me, as expecte-" "he's lying."

gyuvin tries to silence gunwook and convince you that he's just as famous as his best friend is. they start bickering and forget that they were talking to you in the first place.

"let's just go, we can't waste time."

kazumi whispers to you and kyungsoo as a signal to escape the whole thing. you finally entered the basketball court. you check the seats where ricky's bag usually is. some places are with admirers. too suspicious but you can fit in somehow.

"let's go there."

kyungsoo pointed at an empty spot that's not noticeable and you three can easily watch your surroundings. it's the spot that kristine recommended. as soon as you three were about to go up to the bleachers, ricky walks up to you.

"[name]? out of all the days you decided to see us practice, it's before valentines?"

"we're supposed to be out there gossiping about the confession wall but [name] insisted on going here. i also got invited by minho so i have no choice. kyungsoo just has nothing to do so she followed us."

kazumi offers an explanation, a fake one to be specific, he's a really good actor you have to admit. ricky looks at the cherry notebook you held in your hand, it reads "for you ᰔ." he starts to become curious about the notebook.

'who will you give that to? is it someone from the basketball team?' ricky was about to ask but just sucked it in. it's not his business anyway, you might get uncomfortable.

"alright. see you!"

ricky goes back to his seat and relaxes after a tiring practice. he's still thinking about that notebook, 'did you come here to confess to someone? is it him? gosh, don't get your hopes up quanrui. it's just some.. silly notebook.' he looks back to the three of you, mainly you. he just brushes it off and told himself to focus on practice.

you're finally free from the.. conversations. you don't hate talking to ricky or gyuvin, it's just weird considering the whole reason you went to watch basketball practice is.. you know it. just when you guys were about to go to the seat kristine recommended before it gets taken by.. another admirer, minho stops you from doing so.

"sorry, i just need kazumi for a minute."

kazumi signals for you and kyungsoo to just go to the seats and he will follow later. you nod and leave him and minho be. minho grabs kazumi's hand and gently drags him to a private spot.

"how's the plan going?"

minho asks quietly.

"we haven't even started yet, people like you just keep on disturbing us."

kazumi scoffs, what an introvert (loner)..

"sorry, just let me know if anything happens okay? you can go now."

"also i saw ricky looking at the notebook. just so you know."

kazumi nods and quickly goes to the two.

"i'm back."

kazumi sits down on the spot that they reserved for him. he checks his phone to see any updates from kristine.

time passes by as you watch your surroundings to find the perfect moment to sneak up and hide the diary in ricky's bag. eunha distracting yoonmi, the basketball team focused on practice, others just hanging around the bleachers to find a not really crowded place to review or just have time to theirselves. this is perfect.

"i think i should go do it."

as soon as you stood up and try to walk away, kazumi grabs your hand and drags you back. he grabs your other hand. he's now holding both of your hands.. or wrists?

"don't do something stupid or mess up. i'm counting on you."

"err.. ok?"

he lets you go, kyungsoo just gives you two thumbs up and a pearly smile. you quickly get down and start your 'sneaky' mission. you try your best not to get attention. you sneak to the side of the bleachers, near ricky's bag. you stop for a second.. kazumi looks at you confused, why did you stop?

how exactly do you put it inside his bag without getting noticed? no wonder kazumi warned you before you went here.. you slowly walk closer to the bag, lift it a little, slowly put the notebook under, adjust the bag so that the only way you'll see the notebook is when you lift it up.

you look back at the two, kazumi stares at you giving you a 'seriously?' look while kyungsoo just gives you an ok sign. whatever. what happens happens. it's good enough.

you walk back to kazumi and kyungsoo. you remain standing in front of them, waiting for the signal to leave the place since you honestly can't stay here anymore.

"let's just go, it's boring here. i'll tell minho first."

you finally got out of that place. you're currently going to the school playground to meet with the others. when you three arrived you see haruki up the place with the slide because the signal is great there, rin and jiwon in the seesaw, kristine in the swings.

"you're back!!"

haruki rushes to get out and hug you, jiwon rapidly gets up and hugs kyungsoo, rinjusy gets out the seesaw and calmly walk up to her brother.

"kazu we.. need to talk."

rin drags kazumi to a private place in the playground where no one would hear their conversation.

"are you okay with this thing? after all you liked [name].. you sure you can handle everything?"

rin questions kazumi worried. kazumi just smiles and tries to reassure his younger sister.

"yeah, i don't see [name] that way anymore. i've already got my eyes on someone else.."

"you sure?"

kazumi nods, not wanting to be a bother to his sister.

"okay. i'll let you be. let's go back to the others and tell them we'll go home. or maybe we can hang out? we haven't went out that much recently.."

"yeah, let's go to that café with the cute bunnies. my treat."

practice is finally over. no admirers around, fresh air. he was about to get his bag to get changed. when he lifted it, he saw a notebook. a cherry notebook. with that same note. was that for.. him? no way.. he opens the notebook to read what's in it.

a diary about my.. love life? what i think about love?

to: ricky

from love: [name] ᰔ

he closes the notebook. planning to read it when he gets home.

today is finally valentines. you're kind of nervous and scared that you'll get rejected. but you don't really expect ricky to like you back anyway, there's other people better than you. don't get your hopes up.

you entered the classroom, seeing a lot of chocolates, flowers, and whatever gifts people give on valentines. ricky's desk catches your attention. it's full of love letters, diy gifts, crochet roses, candies, and other stuff. near his desk was a cherry notebook.. a cherry notebook? in his hand.

you swiftly look away and rush to your seat. still having the feeling that someone.. ricky is staring at you. perhaps you should try what your friend, rin, told you. to look at him.. longer than usual. you look over to ricky still reading the diary, he's currently somewhere around the middle. he stops reading and looks at you, he then smiles. not his usual smirk like you see him do with others. a genuine smile.

he signals you to look under your desk. you quickly do it without any hesitation, curious about what kind of stuff he put there. you see roses and a piece of paper. you get them and put them on your desk to see it clearly. the bouquet is full of paper roses and crochet roses surrounding the real rose in the middle. you see the same note that you put on the front of the diary, "for you ᰔ."

you open the paper that comes with it. it's a page from the diary, you can tell because of the cherries scattered around it. a piece of ripped paper on the empty space. it's the first page of the diary, except he put correction tape over the original names and reversed it. the actual paper is a page titled "what i think about love ─ flowers." the change of handwriting is seen at the bottom, it's ricky's.

after reading the whole thing, you look back at ricky, who's admiring you in pure adoration. you smile back at him and keep the roses and the paper before your strict teacher scolds you. you nod, his smile grows bigger. but your interaction gets interrupted by that exact strict teacher.

"that's how it all started."

ricky ended the story. your friends (not the anti-romantics and the broskis they know it all..) were curious about ricky's valentines and anniversary gift.

"happy valentines and.. anniversary."

ricky gives the diary to you. the diary is now full with your side and ricky's side. it's finally done. when you opened the book, the first page was the page that led him to give you multiple roses on that exact day. you smile at the precious memory. the one that started it all. you never had to worry about anything after all.

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kevin khatchadourian x female reader timeline of relationship

(actually, a story I am too lazy to write, but which is just clear and palpable in my head)

• you meet him three times

warnings: violence, manipulation, underage relationships (no grooming), mentions of dissecting frogs, abuse (duh), toxic relationship, unpleasant and traumatic first sex, the OC is kinda very, very human and stupid, exactly as a fifteen year old girl should be. School shooting obv. Also, it's ve-e-ery long, but I'm really not in the mood of writing a book here, so, it's just bullet points. Sorry.

author's note: yes! I watched We need to talk about Kevin around 2014, actually. It seems, considering the nature of this whole blog, I've always had the hots for the worst kind of guys. Enjoy my sublimation!

it was so long I had to divide it into two parts. second part

• you're at the same school, and Kevin is closed, brooding and completely antisocial. You constantly see him smile when there's a fight. He never participates in scuffles but seems to observe people; the other half of the time, he just doesn't care about his surrounding at all. Seemingly

• you've been raised to sympathize with the outcasts, reading all the right books and youself, not being the most popular, the smartest or the most beautiful

• at the biology class, you flat out refuse to dissect a frog. You can't stand the sight of dead animals, to say nothing about cutting them with a freaking knife. You close your eyes and shake your head aggressively, while the teacher is getting angry with your childish stubborness

• until you feel that someone is standing next to you. Kevin says 'she doesn't want to cut the frog' assertively, and takes it to his desk. He doesn't look at you a second, but it feels like a momentary salvation

• you're thinking of thanking him; that seems like a nice thing considering he's never talking to people, and always having lunch alone. He has this loner allure, the misunderstood poet, the lone wolf, if you will. You're fifteen.

• your friends tell you 'are you nuts? he's the cat in the bag'

• there are all kinds of rumors about Kevin; about strangling someone as a joke, and swearing, and watching gore.

• "I didn't do it for you", he smiles, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you misunderstood the incident so badly that it's funny and totally makes you look like an idiot. "I just like to dissect frogs". But he looks at you so intensely that it tells you something more.

• he never goes to PE

• Kevin is bullied from time to time; he doesn't really react to it, like the other children don't even exist. He never replies to nasty remarks, but just watches them, head tilted forward, like a dog ready to bite.

• you wonder why nobody else is worried about this gaze.

• sometimes you catch him watching you during classes as if he's contemplating something. You think yourself some kind of sacred redeemer, not less. You don't look away, you don't realize you're getting yourself into a swamp. You're fifteen

• at one occasion you tell Kevin he doesn't need to be alone all the time, and there are nice people at school who would accept him

• he just grins at everything you say

• the same guy who bullies Kevin the most acrtively, or is trying to, steals your folder containing some notes, your journal and you photo album. He doesn't admit it but laughs in a way that makes it clear

• you go to the teacher, to the principal, but the conversations do nothing to that guy. He's just a bully, just a dumb jock who has very little thought behind his forehead. You're worried; he might not know, but your personal diary is in that folder.

• you confront him with the fists swaying, to no avail

• the next morning, Kevin walks by your desk and throws the folder, complete with everything, in front of you. You watch his back, wondering when he had got it, and whether he had read your diary. One of the entires was about him, and it was embarrassing.

• "he's tall; taller than the other boys. His face is like milk, but he has this pitch-black hair and vampire stare thing going on. He is always quiet, just watches people. He's reeeeeally good-looking, but damn, Khatchadourian might just be nuts like people say"

• your friends wisely advise you not to get involved with him, but you feel so special all of a sudden

• you start fantasizing about being the only girl at school who managed to get through to him

• as you talk, he notices your desire to be special, and uses it. He observes you with your friends, focuses his laser attention on your grades, tries to get into what makes up your world.

• soon, he manages to make you feel like you really are the one person he reacts to. It is incredibly funny to him. He deems you fuckable.

• he's attacking someone in the yard. The guys from the parallel were getting the best out of Kevin, and rightfully so. This time he's had enough. When it's just talking, he didn't care, but physical assault, he couldn't tolerate, because that was crossing his personal borders. So, when one of the boys tried to steal his backpack, Kevin took out a razor he carried with him

• you try to stop the fight and get in between them just in time to shield the other boy, and Kevin slices your arm across

• the boys run away horrified, and Kevin just stands there, disappointed and dark.

• he evaluates the situation, sees that the cut is pretty deep, and watches the gushes of blood leaving your arm. The first seconds you're silent with shock; then it dies down, and you start feeling pain and yelp.

• he cuts off a piece of his shirt and bandages your arm tightly, saying nothing, just lasers you with his glance. The sight of this wound on you, not unlike his own scar, even in the same spot, accidentally. He finds it curious, invigorating. He watches the expression of physical pain on your face and brings you to the medic's office, saying "I sliced her". It feels good to say that.

• there's a conversation at the principal office. You're quiet, he's almost pleased with himself. His excuse is, I was going for another person ¯_(ツ)_/¯

• he gets away with it. You notice his dad dotes on him, and is absolutely blind to anything Kevin does. He buys the legend of 'I brought it for biology class, because I'm used to working with my own instruments' so easily it's astonishing.

• you don't speak for a while, and Kevin doesn't say sorry. He doesn't look guilty and is equally unimpressed that other students start to avoid him even more

• but his presence is like an oil stain, you can't avoid looking. You want to get to the bottom of him, you actively put yourself in this situation. You're fifteen, edgy, you have a crush on the sexy strange bad guy.

• you catch him after classes and tell him, whatever you're feeling, you don't have to. There are good people, that are worthy of your time. You don't mean yourself, but you're trying to make him defrost a little

• for some reason, the topic of feelings triggers him, and he does the thing he would repeat several times. He gets angry, standing right in your face, hovering over with his height. He puts his face as close as possible to yours and tries to make you pee yourself.

• "how the fuck would you know how I feel? What do you know about how I feel? Tell me, how can a person like you know anything about me?"

• he doesn't apologize for slicing you because he knows he didn't mean it, hense, there's no reason to say sorry. But he sees the prospect of playing with you, and he's so bored. So, he thinks about what a normal person would do in his place. ?

• once, you go to your locker and inside, find a little bunch of field flowers, neatly tied together with a yellow thread. No note, but somehow you have ideas what it means.

• you go on to a party in one of your classmates' house. You still rock a tight bandage on your arm. The party is good. You see Kevin and he looks at you like he wants to talk. You think, this is just like one of those vampire stories. You evade your watchful friends who think you dumb for playing a heroine from the Vampire Diaries. You need to grow up, they say

• you go outside in the terrace and sit down. You drink and ask why Kevin isn't drinking

• "I never drink. It dulls the concentration"

• you tell him that what he said sounds like 'I'm not like all of you idiots'. He confirms that's the gist of most of what he says. You ask if he considers you dumb, too. Biting his tongue, he avoids replying, saying that you're 'nice'

• you keep drinking, feeling the need to master up some bravery in his presence. For what, you don't know. Finally you ask him about how he feels, since he got so angry when you assumed

• surprisingly, Kevin says,

• "angry, bored most of the time. I guess it makes me angry how boring everything is. And dumb. Sitting there at school for six hours every day to do what exactly? It's like torture"

• it's a good thing he found a toy to play with.

• he tells you about his mother, and how she broke his arm when he was little, for shitting himself, on purpose. You talk about mums, and fathers, and how you don't have a very good relationship with your parents. Kevin finds it very interesting. You tell him how your mum mostly ignores your existence because she's more preoccupied with the shattering marriage with your dad, and your dad, finds you annoying and 'too girly'. He tells you about his little sister who is so annoying, and she constantly jumps around him and nags on him. You try to explain that a little girl sees that her brother is big, and strong, and pretty, and is forming a bond. He gives one of the worst performances, but it grills you

• "Pretty?" with a suggesting smile.

• you kiss, mostly because you're drunk, and you both think about each other's background.

• you think how tragic it is, that a boy like Kevin doesn't get the love from the person a child needs the most. Think about his mum, imagine her looking at baby Kevin with hatred and disgust. No wonder he is growing up to be this unapologetic, menacing, edgy guy who brings razor to school and takes it out on others.

• you're partially wrong

• Kevin thinks about how you have daddy issues and feel unloved, unneeded, mediocre

• although everybody at school knows that Kevin Khatchadourian had cut your arm in a violent fashion, the literature teacher pairs you for a half-year assignment. You're supposed to prepare a one-hundred pages analysis of the book of your choice, complete with the presentation.

• you're actually down to such tasks as you can ramble about your favorite books for ages, but you're not sure how it'll work out with Kevin. Casual friendship, if you can call it that, is strange and non-regular; sometimes he ignores you completely in the corridors, sometimes he starts talking about history, and awful things like Unit 731, out of nowhere.

• the first time you assembled to work on the paper was at the library, and it was pretty uneventuful; even boring a little. Kevin was not in the mood, and didn't talk much, and then, after an hour and a half said he was bored, and just left.

• you remembered the kiss from the party, but Kevin acted like nothing happened. Every time, though, when you almost decided he had played you, it was like he read your thoughts, and appeared to reinforce hope in you.

• he suggested you should go to his house at the weekend, and spend the day working on the paper. His family will be away as they usually do, so

• a gut feeling told you not to go, and you really listened to it, refusing the offer. Kevin smiled with his special smile that was like blood and honey, that was very difficult to resist

• "you think I'll do something awful to you?" "Will you?"

• he had a habit of speaking more with his eyes than with his mouth. One of the reasons you were so drawn to him was, he seemed adult, on the inside. Sometimes he said things you didn't expect to hear from a fifteen-year old.

• "Only if you ask".

• you skipped this weekend, and Kevin refused to go to the library, saying he had some things to do after school. But you were free to work on the project alone, of course.

• after a week more you caved in and agreed to go to his place. The whole week he was being uncharacteristically neat, friendly and pleasant. You saw him smile at teachers and even say hi to someone from class. You wondered if he had other friends you didn't know about.

• Kevin had a massive, cool home. Both his parents were rich, but you wouldn't tell it by looking at him act. You were amazed at the interior: artsy, light, with interesting living room and shapes on the walls. Kevin was bored, unimpressed by your interest. He was slacking, stretching time not to get to work that was clearly dull to him; he showed you the bathroom, and his parents bedroom (which made you uncomfortable). As he went downstairs to make tea that he almost forced you to have, you washed your hands in the bathroom on the second floor. Going down towards the stairs, you passed his room with the door open. A song you liked very much played on his computer. You wondered.

• on the wall, you saw the picture of the family. Kevin was smiling like the happiest boy ever, and it looked like a person from another world. His parents, blonde and dark-haired, were so different. The dad, whom Kevin described as 'the dumbest creature I've met', smiled carelessly, totally satisfied with the day. His mom, on the other hand, looked exhausted. The deep dark eyes, like Kevin's, didn't have half of demonic suggestion in them, but she looked weary. She smiled like a person who was wise, and had a death wish. His little sister 'that perfect little princess who never does anything wrong', whom Kevin clearly had very mixed feelings about, had only one eye.

• while having tea in the kitchen, you asked him about his sister.

• "Oh, yeah, it happened a while ago. She poured solvent into her own eye. Mum left the bottle on the table in the open". "Why would she do that?" you were horrified, painting a picture in your head. "Well, kids are dumb", he said so nonchalantly that it sent shivers down your spine. You could understand not liking a younger, more adored sibling, but talking about how they got a disability in such an unaffected way...

• Kevin added "I was there, with her. I called the ambulance. It was go-o-ory". And he smiled.

• you had the intention of working in the living room - light, spacious, with a broad sofa and a huge coffee table. Kevin insisted that he needed to work on his laptop and it was uncomfortable to bend over the little table. You needed to go to his bedroom. Eventually, you agreed, so now, you were sitting elbow to elbow at his desk, so close that you could feel the warmth of his body.

• the first thing you noticed about his room was how minimalistic and boring it was. Nothing on the walls, clean, tidy, impersonal. The only thing on display was a wooden bow, placed against the wall, and a stack of red-feathered arrows, beautiful, hanging above.

• "Wow, do you do archery?" He was unphased, like it was a totally usual hobby. "Yeah". Whatever tickles the rich people's bum, you thought.

• Fifteen minutes into project your phone lit up. Kevin asked who's messaging you and you said it was your common classmate, Paul, who is your good friend. Kevin knew your - your common - surrounding, so he knew that Paul was a good guy, and a good friend, and also had an innocent teenage crush on you.

• "Let me see", he grabbed the phone from your hand and stretched out his arm so that you wouldn't reach. It turned into a game. You both laughed, and giggled, as you tried to get to your phone. It was half-serious, playful 'hey, don't be a jerk!' and him, watching you reach for the phone helplessly. He then threw it on his bed and, as you raced after it, gave you a little push, and you fell.

• Kevin managed to create that feeling of comfort. As he landed next to you on his bed, he pretended not to see your unease. "Come on, let me see. You know I'm nosy". You sighed, deciding that there was nothing incriminating in messages between two friends. After all, there was nothing but memes and schedule discussion in your chat. Kevin scrolled it, giggling, discussing other classmates, and soon, you were snuggled against each other, talking about everything. You showed him your gallery on the phone and he grilled you for the insane amount of pictures of Damon Salvatore.

• "Come on. Come on now, you know they manufacture those dreamy characters specifically with the accordance to the desirable image for teenage girls. They cater specifically to you, and you buy it".

• "I know! But you haven't watched it".

• A long silence with growing smiles on both sides decided the destiny of that evening. You watched the show together, bonding, discussing, talking about how stupid everything is, and how the vampiric lore cannot possibly be depicted perfectly in any movie you've seen.

• he felt so normal, so human, so warm, that you were drunk on love. You felt safe, entertained, enfatuated. You thought to yourself that maybe, this whole thing about Kevin being different, and dangerous, was a front. After all, he had to protect himself, he hadn't gotten any love at home, and he didn't really know how to act around people. You felt appreciated, understood, wholesome.

• it was already dark when you've finished watching the sixth episode, and you were both a little sleepy. As the episode was over, the screen got darker, and you realized that there was barely any light. Kevin was silent beside you; you heard him breathe calmly, but you could tell he's looking at you. Like a snake aiming for your throat and waiting for the right moment.

• as you were about to say something to discharge the situation, your phone rang. It was your mum, checking on you, and you confessed you hadn't gone through with the paper at all. You explained how boring it was, and that the whole day, you drank tea, or talked, or watched the show. She laughed at it and told you not to stay the night. Maybe she did love you after all.

• "My mum", you explained, as the light from the phone died out, as well. "She's worried about you?" "Just checking". "Checking what?" You didn't find what to say here. "Doesn't your mum check on you when you're late and not home?" "No. Usually, I'm the threat".

• somehow, you were kissing. It felt exhilarating. Scary, amazing and fast. You didn't notice how twenty minutes have gone buy, completely taken by the intensity of it. I'm in his bed, you thought, and he's kissing me. The prettiest boy in school, and the most interesting. The rest were boring, you thought, and realized, this thing you had in common. You thought majority of people, even some of your friends, boring. Kevin was the only one who made you look.

• as he went for your thighs, you shivered. "I'm not ready". "Ready for what?" he asked, jokingly. Constantly dismissing your words, as if he always wanted you to speak clearly and not mumble behind the metaphors. "I'm scared, I'm a virgin". Kevin gave you a long look. "Who hurt you?" he immediately assumed there was some dark reason for your fright. Reality was, "Nobody. I'm fifteen, I'm afraid".

• you made him promise he won't force you to anything. Even the fact that you had to make him give you his word should've been a sign. Kissing him, and making out, was the best thing that happened to you the whole year though.

• Paul was strangely cold, even rude to you the last days. Every time you tried to bring up something funny to him, he dismissed you and made himself scarce almost instantly. You could feel, although Kevin didn't openly follow you, that he watched you, like before. Sometimes you had the urge to ask him the banal 'what are we?'

• you approached him in between classes to ask what he's done to Paul.

• he wouldn't tell you 'I confronted him in the bathroom and put my razor right to his throat, making him understand who you belong to; I pushed it so hard it actually left a mark on his Adam's apple. Must have hurt. He looked like a scared puppy. I told him not to text you anymore and not to look in your direction. He ran so fast you could tell he would be a great cast for the Flash'

• he said, "Oh, I spoke to him. You were clearly annoyed by his advances, or was I wrong?" You were annoyed when you talked about it at his place. You lamented your friendship and said you found it irritateing that every guy you were actively friends with, started to fall for you.

• you didn't believe he just 'spoke' to him. You tried to call for the good in him again, but when it didn't work, decided to threat.

• "Don't do the things you'll regret later, Kevin". You tried to walk away, but he put himself between you and the whole world, hovering again, his face as close as possible. His eyes, the eyes of a snake, cold, black, menacing, asked you.

• "What things?" "You know what I'm talking about". "No, I don't. Say it". He dared you. You wanted to say 'violent things'. You remembered his face, full of cold rage, as he swung the razor at that guy in the yard. You looked at his face now, changed from the peaceful everyday mask he always wore, and suddenly it hit you. He was psychopathic. There was no other way he would be so unaffected by things, then jumping into sudden fury, then pleasant and sociable the next moment. He could stand like this for hours, it seemed, burning you down with his trying stare as if he was forcing you to show what you're worth.

• your friend broke this intense exchange by exclaiming, "wow. Get a room?" her voice was casually laughing, like, ha-ha, I'm mocking a PDA. But when you looked at her, her face was expressing concern. Her eyes didn't laugh and were fixed on you. Kevin slowly focused on her with a slight smile and then walked away, saying nothing.

• he stalked you, although you didn't know about it. Listened to your conversations, hiding in the bathroom, and stole your phone for a lesson, and then returned it into your tote bag, making you think you're absent-minded. You were entertainment to him, a goal to reach, with no prizes. He was deciding what to do with you after, in spring.

• the other weekend that you spent working on paper, the Khatchadourian house was full. The previous one, his mum and his sister were away in the countryside, and his dad worked. Now the whole family was at home, and Kevin wasn't really happy.

• his mom was excessively happy to see you, shaking your hand, and giving you a motherly hug. You read in her face that she was glad that her son was socialising.

• his dad was a big booming guy with the lumberjack energy.

• his little sister was a little angel: silky pearl hair, nice little face, only one eye. She was airy, happy, unspoiled. She was everything Kevin wasn't. He stood at the top of the stairs as his stunningly normal family swarmed you. His sister was looking at you curiously, considering the new concept: his brother's friend. She has never encountered that before. You took her little hand and something horrible stung your temples, almost like a vision. Kevin smiling with his absent, self-pleasing smile as she was on the kitchen floor, her eye bubbling, sizzling, blood and goo coming out.

• Kevin lost his patience and ran downstairs, took your hand and led you away from them, giving his mum a certain look. He refused to be served lemonade, and snacks, he just wanted to be left alone with you.

• as you entered the room, he locked the door, and you started making out immediately. The thought of his parents at home made him almost blind with excitement.

• you collapsed on the bed, kissing, rubbing against each other, panting. You were very wet, for the first time in your life for a real person. It was exalting, to desire something so much and get it immediately, to be desired back.

• he caresses the scar on your arm and kisses it. You take it as his way to finally say sorry.

• you don't know that he's never felt sorry, for anything, in his life. That he's calculating, cold, that he is only happy when it's physical satisfaction because all other is imitation. He's like a robot and he feels like a robot. To try to feel something, he used to watch the hardest porn he could find, the trashiest, goriest movies, he watched the nsfw news where the pieces of humans, chunks of meat and bones, were shown; he went to the dark web and watched snuff, and it made him feel nothing. The closest to happiness he felt when he was mildly entertained or cumming; and you were entertaining, for all the possible things he could do to you; and you almost let him cum.

• but you weren't ready for sex yet and, remembering the word he had given to you, he backed up. Building the tension was good for the eventual climax, and he would break you, he knew that, by the way you whimpered when he rubbed against you and kissed your neck.

• you finally had sex at the party once. Closer to spring, when the spirits were lifted. You snuck away from your friends who have half-way accepted that you were spending time with Kevin. You went upstairs and locked yourselves in someone's bedroom; you had been drinking for bravery because you knew what was coming. You wanted it, but you didn't know what to expect; maybe Kevin had a dragon in his pants for all you knew.

• he wasn't soft, but he was cutting the pain short. He made you feel hurt and kissed you tenderly the next second not to let you retaliate. At first, you just had to whitstand the pain, thinking it was normal. That's how it happens for the first time: the feeling of something tearing, and blood, and razor sharp pain. You were very aroused and very drunk, so even the pain ceased soon, and it was actually almost good.

• you went to the bathroom to clean yourself and cried, you didn't know why. Not like you now were a different person. You emerged, talking about the sad state of your makeup, and the room was empty.

• Kevin was downstairs chatting with a girl you didn't know, and when you tugged on his sleeve, he gave you a blind look, like he was seeing you for the first time. He was done with you, the look said. He didn't even smile anymore; he just looked tired, like you intervened in a mildly entertaining experience.

• for the rest of the month you were crushed. You didn't talk about it with friends: in fact, you lied to them that you had an argument with Kevin and never had sex. You were so ashamed to be a victim of such a simple, banal, everyday scam. You were now seeing him for what he was. Just a guy with the looks who was bored.

• you completely forgot about the project, it just came to a halt by itself

• you started alienating yourself from your friends, which wasn't too hard

• you started having lunch alone, and going to classes alone, too.

• you spent a lot of time thinking about the damn dress you wore at a party, as if it was the root of all evil that happened

• you were wallowing in the feeling of betrayal, the impotent desire to crash his face with a hammer. You were brokenhearted, being dragged down from the heavens of being special right to the pits of being played.

• after weeks of mourning your naivity, and your pure feelings for him, your past wish to awaken something good in Kevin, you felt so idiotic, perhaps even more idiotic than the stupidest person in this school. You were a laughing stock for your own self. Your pride was crushed, and your heart was broken.

• eventually you thought, well, it's schooltime. A lot of girls experience this. Maybe in fifteen years' time it will all seem like a minor failure and a useful lesson.

• right? In fifteen years?

• in the beginning of May, Kevin suddenly sat at your table at the closing of lunch. After weeks of literally no communication, dismissive, slightly surprised glances when you happened to be in his eye sight spot, he suddenly reappeared.

• "You didn't tell your friends even? Will you let me get away with it after all?"

• you looked at his face drawn with curiosity and laughter. He was laughing at you. His boyish, demonic beauty was now poisoned with the ugliness of his insides. Earlier, he was like a rare animal from the northern mountains, that was so evasive it seemed like treasure. He was mysterious, impeccable. Too good for you. Now, it was the handsomness of a used mannequin, with the paint faded. Too much blood in the smile.

• "What do you want, Kevin?"

• it's been moments after a short exchange that you felt rage in you. The rage you've been fostering this whole month. You stood up from the table and swung your arm with enthusiasm, and then landed your closed fist on his cheekbone.

• Kevin's reaction was slow, horrifying. In his eyes, you saw the immediate danger to your whole life. He didn't say anything as he rose from the chair, and you noticed his eyes scanning the yard. What if someone witnessed the punch?

• you tried to hit him again, on the shoulder, but he caught your hand, and suddenly, crushing pain sliced through your wrist. He was much stronger than you.

• this time, he approached you so decisively that for a second your only instinct was to fly, but your hand was caught up in his fist. Really, you got scared of him.

• "Never do that again", he said, as his hand took you by the back of your neck. He tilted your head back to look straight into your face, and all the possible trauma made you see the allure again. Yes, he was still laughably attractive, without even trying. He was just a walking trap, and all of your good intentions for him had just been horny.

• "Or I will snap your neck and forget about you in a second".

• the punch was good; a scarlett spot was forming on the side of his face. You were afraid to move because you could feel your wrist on the point of breaking. Such sharp pain, the third time in nine months, and the source of it, again, was Kevin.

• "Say you're sorry"

• "I'm sorry", you whimpered, "that you're such a monster who's unable to love, Kevin".

• you got ready to deal with the broken wrist and closed your eyes, expecting anything. He let go of you. "Love is a big word for you".

• you didn't know how jealous he was of Damon Salvatore.

• as the school year was drawing to an end, the school team started rehearsing

• the rehearsals were always fun; although you never even thought of getting into the cheerleaders, and you had exactly the amount of interest in basketball to understand what's going on.

• it was fun because the team consisted of all the people you knew; there was a lot of students you had good relationship with; the cheerleaders were all very easy going girls, and beautiful, at that. It wasn't like in the Mean Girls.

• and the spectators always brought pizza, or some snacks, to entertain themselves during the long, repetitive rehearsals. You liked to visit them because it was better than hanging out at home with your dysfunctional family.

• the last rehearsals were held in the evening of the 8th of April.

• as you sat there, you vaguely remembered, randomly, that it was to be Kevin's birthday soon; maybe in a week, or less. You pretended not to care, pretended to yourself.

• closer to the end of rehearsal, as people started leaving, your best friend, the one who was concerned about Kevin and even put herself in the position between you, said that her boyfriend had messaged her. She had to leave. You said goodbye and decided to wait for the end. Looking at the girls was mesmerizing; the way they did the combinations and screamed the chants. You thought it was very cool to be a cheerleader; but you weren't tall, or nimble, or beautiful enough.

• the main door was locked from the outside; probably the strings have gone bad again, and the entrance has been deemed a no go. So, your friend circled around the hall a little, tugging the doors with surprise. Finally, she found one working exit and left. As she was leaving, Khatchadourian walked into her, or rather, they ran into each other.

• "Leaving already?" he asked, with a smile. She said nothing and walked away.

• Kevin locked the door behind her. She turned around, puzzled, because her brain hadn't registered at once that Kevin was carrying a stack of arrows with him.

• As he started shooting his classmates, the swarm of people was lifted up, like an avalanche, and started making it for the entrance. The doors were locked. He repositioned, climbing up the spectator's rows, and finally had the perfect spot. From above, in the bunch of people, he saw you.

• you wondered, as all the noise left your brain, and the pale circles started pulsating in your eyes, why you didn't know earlier.

• in the moments he was swinging for someone's throat, or when he was threatening you, or when his face dropped the smile by the snap of the fingers. How do you even foresee something like that?

• you watched his face, a grimace of hatred, not indifferent anymore. He was aiming with his bare teeth, wallowing in every cry of the people he shot; the sound of arrows was almost comforting, whistling around like a seagull that passes over you quietly. Among the roar of the hall, the sound of arrows was so calming and so loud.

• you tried to group yourself, to make yourself smaller, because there were actually very few people left; seven or nine, in fact. But there was nowhere to run. Macey Walken, who ran for the side entrance, got a scarlet arrow into her back, and fell suddenly as if something pulled her. You looked at the floor, into a pool of someone's blood. Kevin was walking down carefully, between the seats, sending the arrows with accurate aim. He didn't even look like a human anymore; it was hard to describe him.

• he neutralized the three teachers first, then went for the students. Paul died in the other side of the hall in his purple and gold uniform. The cheerleader girls were running in circles, in zigzags, clearly entertaining him, moving targets. Kevin now almost approached the last group of five people, where you sat on the floor, numb with scream that never left your mouth, your legs paralyzed completely. He was killing you all one by one, from left to right. Ben, Mary, Meredith. Finally, the bow and arrow were turned towards you, mechanically.

• Kevin pulled the string and then relaxed it, keeping the arrow to himself, and moved on.

• you did manage to become the special girl after all.

#ezra miller imagine #we need to talk about kevin #kevin khatchadourian #kevin khatchadourian imagine

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ghostgorlsworld · 4 months

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Johnny Boy (part 4)

Werewolf! Johnny x reader

part one is here

Once upon a time, you would've done anything for John Mctavish. He had been your older brother's cool best friend, and you were always desperate for him to see you as more--until one fateful night that ends up with you pregnant and him...gone. Fast forward six years and you've made a good life for yourself with your daughter Emma, with Johnny none the wiser. Until he decides to knock on your door.

Part 4

Chapter 4

Charlie hung around you at work, keeping you company while you shared the load of reshelving books. Usually, it was the intern’s job but the holidays had left you short-staffed.

He was funny in a bashful way, blushing whenever he made you laugh. It was nice to see that you were still desirable sometimes, that men didn’t repel away from you just because you were a single mother.

“So, what are your plans tonight?” He asked, straightening up a section of R.L Stine books. “I’m supposed to have supper with my gran, she made me promise to bring chinese.”

“Emma’s father is in for a bit,” you said casually. “He’s coming to the house to see her.” He was going to find out eventually, might as well get it out of the way before your date later this week. Charlie paused mid-shelf, raising a brow. “I thought he was out of the picture.”

“He was supposed to be,” you sighed. “Tom brought him back, and I couldn’t keep it from him anymore.” Charlie knew your story, he spent two years weaseling it out of you while you were just coworkers. You knew he had a little crush on you, but you hadn’t expected him to actually ask you out until, well, he did.

“That’s shitty,” Charlie said, frowning. “So, what is he threatening legal action?” Johnny probably would, to get to Emma. But you shook your head, “No, I just couldn’t bring myself to keep him away. She had already seen him and smelled him and was asking questions–I figured it was time.” “I see,” Charlie said, even-tempered as always. “Is he good with her?” You shrugged. “I suppose. I mean he’ll probably see her a few weeks out of the year, so I don’t know if it matters much if I allow him around her. I just don’t want her to resent me when she’s older.” “It sounds like you’re being very fair,” he responded. “I don’t know if I would’ve reacted half as well if an ex girlfriend showed up wanting to see our kid.” This was why you liked Charlie, he was so, so reasonable. He was older than you by a handful of years, in his thirties with a bachelor pad apartment and an obsession with historical fiction. The only downside about him was the fact he played rugby on his off days and his team was…sleezy, at best. They were all thirty-somethings that spent more time at the bar than the field.

“Thank you,” you said, smiling. “I feel like dousing him in gasoline and tossing the match, but I think I’m hiding it quite well, aren’t I?” Charlie laughed, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Very well, I think.”

On your way home, you stopped at the store for a pint of Emma’s favorite ice cream, strawberries and cream, and a pint of fudge brownie for yourself. You would eat it when Emma goes to bed and Johnny leaves, so you could fall asleep on the couch like a loser with your ice cream and Bridget Jones’s Diary on the telly.

Johnny was waiting at your house already, pacing like a caged dog. He looked up while you approached with Emma in hand, his eyes reflecting eerily off the street lights.

He calmed when he looked at the two of you, the jitteriness smoothing away in an instant as he smiled. Emma let go of your hand to reach him first, digging through her backpack to show off the A+ drawing she had gotten in art class.

You frowned and moved closer–she hadn’t shown you earlier.

“Me and Mum,” she said, gesturing to your vague figure wielding what looked to be a baseball bat, Emma standing behind you looking scared. “That time when she hit that scary man really, really hard.”

The bottom of your stomach dropped out, your hands breaking out in a cold sweat at just the mention of that horrible night. You winced when Johnny looked at you questioningly, his posture straightening as if to intimidate.“Emma, hon, that doesn’t look like a good memory to me,” you said, shaking your head at him. Please don’t ask.

“I like it,” she said, tracing your stick figure’s stern features. “You haven’t got any teeth or claws but it didn’t matter.”

“Your mum never let little things like that bother ‘er,” Johnny said, bemused. “She used to brawl with her brother like a grown man.” Emma smiled. “She still does.”

“Okay, Emma,” you interjected, cocking a brow at her. “The ice cream is melting, time to go inside.” She nodded, disappearing into her room to shuck her school clothes and dig the clips out of her hair. Johnny caught your arm as you took the pints out of the paper sack. “Whassat she’s talking ‘bout, kitty?” “Oh, it’s…I don’t like to relive it, John.” “C’mon, hen, it sounded pretty fuckin’ important.” You sighed. “She got away from me at a grocery store last year, just bolted when I tried to catch her. I chased her around the store until I heard...well, I heard a scream.” Johnny’s hand tightened around your arm, almost to the point of bruising.

“A man had cornered her in the parking lot. He was one of those wolf catchers, I think, the ones that take them and put them in those fighting cages.” You placed the ice cream in the freezer, your eyes clouded over with the memory. “I dunno what happened, I just…I saw red. There was a pipe on the dumpster and I grabbed it and swung and swung until there wasn’t much left.”

You remembered the feeling of blood on your hands, your daughter crawling into your arms to lick the tears off your face, trying to comfort, to bring you back to earth.

Johnny gripped your shoulders so he could look into your eyes, tilting your chin up with one of his calloused fingers. “You killed ‘im?” You nodded. “The police…they already had warrants out for his arrest and there was a video documenting everything. I got off scot-free but Emma…Emma saw the whole thing. I still can’t forgive myself for it.” “The fucker deserved it, love, trust me. You kept our daughter safe without teeth or claws.” Johnny brought you in for a hug for the first time in six years, his chest warm and broad and comforting. “And Emma will be fine, lass, I promise. She’s not like a human bairn–in her mind, you proved your strength as a mother, that you would do anythin’ for ‘er.”

Is that how they really thought? You relaxed in his hold without thinking, his shirt smelling like sweat and cologne and the unmistakable musk of a wolf. “I don’t even remember it, really. Apparently he got a few hits in before…but I never felt it–at least not until the hospital afterwards.”

Johnny gripped you tighter, his arms crushing your shoulders into his chest. “I’m sorry, kitty.”

“For what?” You asked dizzily, captivated by his warmth and smell. It was like he was putting off some kind of hormones, drawing you in closer.

“Fer not bein’ here. You’ve done it all alone.” His hand came to caress your face, thumb snagging on your lower lip. “You won’t be alone again, kitty.” That made you pause. You stiffened in his hold, stepping away. God, he was still so dangerous for you. You were pathetic, this was pathetic, he didn’t want you–he wanted Emma. He never would have come back for you.

“Sorry, John,” you said, forcing a smile. “Got a wee bit emotional there.” But Johnny didn’t say a word. Just looked at you with his too-bright blue eyes and nodded, his jaw clenched with tension.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to be…touching. Especially in front of Emma. The girls at school are already giving her the wrong ideas about you and I.” You leaned your hip against the counter, trying to be casual. “I don’t want to confuse her.” You tensed, preparing for a classic Johnny display of the short temper he used to have.

Instead, Johnny smiled understandingly. “Of course, kitty, I’ll do what you need me to.” He really was a different man. Perhaps all the war and killing really was good for his temperament.

You smiled at him, this one genuine. “Okay. I think I’m going to order in, how does Chinese sound?”

Johnny sat on your couch, eating beef Lo mein with your daughter on his lap. He seemed perfectly content, sharing his food with her and answering her ceaseless questions about explosives–Emma had found out that was what he specialized in.

A Christmas movie was on the telly, one of your favorites, and it was nice to be able to eat a meal without Emma snuggling into your hip and picking the meat out of your noodles.

Your earlier conversation with Johnny had lightened your mood, so you left them to the couch, curling up on the loveseat instead. You had been too distracted to eat at lunch so you got to work on your takeout, only feeling a brief bit of weirdness that Johnny had absolutely insisted on paying for the food.

Your phone rang from the countertop you had left it on. You sighed, setting aside your fried rice to answer it.

It was Charlie. A part of you warmed–you needed a distraction from Johnny.

You slipped into your bedroom, leaving the door cracked so you could still keep an eye on Emma. “Hey, Charlie,” you said, cupping the phone to your ear.

“Hey, honey, sorry for calling so late,” Charlie said, the soft noises of an elderly woman speaking in the background. “I was just thinking about you and thought I would see what you’re up to.”

“Takeout and Home Alone,” You said, sitting back against your bed. It was small and only really had room for you–which was a deterrent against men who ever wanted to stay the night. “How is Gran?” “She’s fantastic, she’s eating pizza and watching Doctor Who on the telly, it’s our perfect night in.” You laughed, enjoying the thought of a man who would routinely eat dinner with his grandmother two nights a week. “That sounds nice.” “It is. What’s the bear up to?”

Emma and Charlie got along quite well, he was good with kids and Emma referred to him as “the book man.” “John is over spending time with her, I’ve left them to it.” “Ah, that’s right, I had forgotten. Do you need to go?” “No, no, they’ll be fine for a bit. I needed a break anyway.” You chatted to Charlie for a few minutes further before you returned to the living room, getting back to your fried rice without looking once at Johnny.

“Who was that, Mum?” Emma the Nose asked, eyeing your shrimp in a way that had you rolling your eyes.

“Charlie,” you said. “From work.” You refused to blush, knowing that Emma liked to tease, much like her father. “A coworker?” Johnny rumbled, his eyes half-lidded and lazy. “Didn’t sound like it.” You leveled a look at him, a look that clearly said none of your fucking business.

Johnny’s mouth quirked, though there was no humor in his eyes. “Sounds like a nice chap,” he said dryly, turning back to the telly.

#cod x reader #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #cod mw3 #Johnny Mactavish x reader

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goatpaste · 5 months

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Entry 1 from the Diary of Holly Joestar

(written by @gncgang)

My Granpa is a cold man. His hands feel like ice, and they make me wanna shiver when he holds me but I don’t because he almost never holds me. I wish he did more. Papa jokes that he doesn’t know how to smile, and even though he didn’t sound like it he said he was joking after Mama glared at him. I’ve seen him smile, though. He smiles at Nonno and it’s small, but when Nonno makes him laugh I see his curvy sharp teeth which look like mine but bigger. Nonno isn’t like Granpa. He’s warm and he holds me all the time and he’s silly and nice and does funny faces for me. He’s not like Granpa at all, but they kiss all the time and Mama says they’re in love. I asked him about Granpa once. He chuckled, which made me confused cuz I wasn’t trying to be funny, but then he smiled at me but looked kinda sad too. “Your cōl-li is a very strange man. His feet are always cold, and what’s worse, he loves pressing them against me when we’re in bed PURELY to make me yelp,” he snickered and tickled my sides so I would also laugh. “I know it seems sometimes like he doesn’t care, but the truth is he doesn’t like other people to know when he’s sad. He’s silly that way, and that’s why he has me—so I can tell him he’s being an idiot and kiss him until he stops. Like this!” And then Nonno kissed my face all over like mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah and it was embarasing but it still made me laugh so hard I felt a little sick.

I wish I could make Granpa laugh like Nonno does. When I make art at school I bring it home and show it to Mama and Papas and sometimes Uncle Bob and Granny Erina, but Granpa and Nonno travel a lot so they’re not here a lot. I did showed them once though. Miss Bonnie told us to draw our families on a tree, so I drew everyone, even Uncle Sanna and Uncle Smokey. Miss Bonnie asked me why Granpa was frowning in my drawing and she said that he should be smiling like everyone else, but I told her my Granpa doesn’t smile. She said “oh” and didn’t say anything else, so I guess it was ok. When I showed it to Nonno he smiled really big and said that I drew Granpa perfectly. I got excited when he said that, cuz I thought maybe if Nonno thought it was so good, maybe Granpa would also think it was good, and he would laugh and show his curvy sharp teeth like mine but bigger. I took it to him and I showed him how I drew him with purple crayon with long hair and a pointy horn (I forgot he had 3 horns not 1 when I was drawing him) and frowning cuz he’s always frowning. He didn’t laugh. He looked at it for a long long time, and then at me for a long long time, and then he said it was “adequate.” I don’t know what that means.

#haiii eve wrote these cuuute holly pov bits for pillar fam holly #and they got into my brain like ticksssss #so i drew a lil thing for them #and for the sake of not making one long post #i think im going to seperate them #pillar fam #battle tendency #holly kujo #kars #long post #sorta

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anonymous-dentist · 6 months

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im living off q!archivists CRUMBS so maybe something about cellbit learning about phils past as the angel of death?? they bond a lil over their retirement/redemption arcs??? smpearth is CANON in my HEART ok

Phil knows Death. He likes to think he knows Her rather well, actually. He’s been around for long enough to know Her influence when he sees it, though it’s rare to see as much of it in one place as there is on Quesadilla Island. But it makes sense, really; between Bad and Phil himself, there’s plenty of death to go around.

But it’s Cellbit of all people that the crows attach themselves to. And Phil, frankly, doesn’t get it. Because. Because he’s Cellbit. He’s a nerd! He can fight alright, but that’s it.

Then Phil dreams of the birdhouse. And then he wakes up, and, for the first time, he sees the only black tendrils of death snaked around Cellbit’s arms and hands like tattoos. On that same day, he hears one of the newer crows mention a ‘God of Death’ living in Cellbit’s basement, which is concerning considering there’s one Goddess of Death and she’s A) Phil’s wife and B) not currently in Cellbit’s basement.

And then the two of them are sorting through documents in the Order and they get to a couple of Bagi’s submissions: photocopied pages right out of a child’s diary.

Cellbit hesitates when he sees them.

Then he hands them to Phil and says, “I can’t read her handwriting.”

Phil takes the papers. He looks at them. Reads them. Sees Cellbit’s name written in childish scrawl. Looks up. Sees a distant look in Cellbit’s eye. Sighs. Puts the papers in a neat stack next to his knee.

“Do you know why I picked that ‘death room’ of yours?” Phil asks.

Cellbit shrugs and picks up a photo Fit submitted to add to a new album. “I figured it had something to do with your… reputation.”

And that’s interesting, because the only two people who would know that reputation on the island are Wilbur, who Cellbit has only met twice, and Bad.

And Bad. Right, they’re friends, aren’t they?

(Once upon a time, Bad had mentioned all the souls he had reaped from those silly little “Hunger Games”, and he had mentioned the little human kid he had almost thought about recruiting to become his apprentice.

Now, Phil looks at Cellbit’s goggles and thinks that they look a lot like a pair that Bad used to own a long, long time ago.)

“Well,” Phil says, “you said that Death has to do with time, right?”

Cellbit gives him an unimpressed look. He’s too smart for his own good sometimes.

“It’s about how time can always run out, yes,” he flatly replies.

But that’s not quite how Phil remembers the explanation going.

There are dark circles under Cellbit’s eyes and blood under his nails. Phil knows after accepting these diary pages from Bagi herself that she and Cellbit had painted their nails the same color. Still, the red remains: an all-too-familiar color that fits Cellbit more than it fits others Phil has met.

“Or,” he gently says, “it’s about how time can never run out. Sometimes, that’s all you need.”

He picks up a new stack of papers, then, and starts sorting them as Cellbit stares at his own hands, flexing his fingers.

Time. It really can be the solution to all of one’s problems, or it can be the cause.

Funny, that.

#asks!#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#never really written Phil before believe it or not #and I don’t quite remember Death’s whole thing #but I’m chilling anyway

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darling-i-read-it · 1 year

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Arcade Lovers

Steve Harrington x fem!Henderson!reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: talks of shotgunning a beer, references to Mews death :(, flufff

Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of a fic with the same name from ages ago. Steven <3 I cannot WAIT to do a billy one you guys aren’t ready lol. Enjoy!

Original request: by @yumyumbicth, Hey! I read Sparks Fly and I loved it! Could you possibly do a one shot where Steve is pining after Dustin's sister and Dustin says the "Don't worry, she likes your butt and fancy hair. I read it in her diary" Thing from Lilo and Stitch? I think it would be really cute and funny

Song: lips like sugar by echo and the bunnymen

(not my gif)

Steve and Dustin were unlikely duos. They never would’ve been caught up in the same area if you hadn’t been out of town for one week when the Upside Down decided to come back to life. When you left Hawkins El was dead and when you came back she was alive. Dustin caught you up the second you got home but half way through his explanation there was a knock on the front door.

Steve Harrington was on the other side.

“Steve?” you said, a glimmer of suspiciousness in your eyes. You knew of Steve. You had maybe spoken to him once but you had never been friends. You were in different crowds.

“She came back!” Steve exclaimed to Dustin who was behind you.

“Just an hour ago!” your brother explained. “I was just telling her everything that happened while she was gone.”

“She knows?”

“She helped with the whole thing at the beginning. You don’t remember her and Nancy were friends?” Steve shook his head, though there was a deeper emotional problem with that time.

“But I was there at the end,” Steve argued. “I hit the demogorgon with the baseball bat.” Your eyes went wide. You hadn’t heard about that. Granted, no one really talked about that time. Nancy only spoke on it when she was feeling particularly sad about Barb. She did not miss what she had with Steve. She always missed what she had with Barb.

“She was with us at the school,” Dustin explained.

“With El and Hopper and Joyce. Etc,” you said.

“I hadn’t gotten to your part in the recent story,” Dustin said.

“I thought I was taking you to the arcade?” Steve said, confused. You raised an eyebrow. Steve was taking Dustin to the arcade now?

“That was the plan but I didn’t know she was coming home today.”

“Pretty sure it’s on the calendar,” you suggested but Dustin ignored you. You pressed on. “What happened between the two of you?”

Steve let out a sigh of exhaustion. You could tell he wanted to explain it all to you though. Steve struck you as the kind of guy who liked to brag about his experiences, though at this particular moment you actually wanted to listen.

“We have chips,” Dustin said, as an offering to his older friend. Steve shrugged.

“I don’t have anything else planned.”

He walked into the home and sat down on the couch where you and Dustin had been talking.

“Where was I?” Dustin questioned, using his D&D voice. You went into the kitchen, grabbing some pop and different bags of chips. “So Dart had just taken out Mews,” Dustin started as you threw Steve some soda. He caught it with ease. You tried not to be attracted to the small act.

“Still can’t believe it,” you grumbled. You were trying not to think about Mews. “This is why mom says you can’t have any pets. They’ll kill the cats.” Steve nodded, opening up the soda can. He looked at your unopened one.

“Can you shotgun that?” It was a coke. You raised an eyebrow. Dustin didn’t stop talking.

“Maybe,” you trailed off.

“Literally catching up on life changing events here!” Dustin said, waving his hand in front of you.

“It’s a soda, Steve.” He nodded once. You could tell he swallowed hard. You smiled a bit, confused but not deterred Steve’s eyes remained on you.

“You’re starring,” Dustin deadpanned. Steve hit your shoulder, much to your surprise.

“There was a bug.” Dustin tried not to laugh. He was a really bad liar. You turned back to Dustin.

“Rest in Peace Mews. Go on Dusty.”

You appreciated Steve. You liked that you didn’t have to drive your little brother everywhere because now Steve would do it. You liked that it seemed like Nancy breaking his heart had softened him. He knew what he had done wrong and he was looking to fix it.

You liked that he could always be an unpaid babysitter.

You liked that he had protected the kids when you couldn’t.

You vowed never to leave that long again.

“There are too many bikes,” Steve admitted. You nodded, looking at the bikes that were strewed along the front lawn of your house. A few were propped up properly but two were just dropped. You recognized Max’s and Mike’s on the ground.

“You can come back here and they can get their bikes,” you offered.

“It’ll be cold and dark by the time we get back.”

Steve was taking the kids out to the arcade. Billy usually took Max but she had wiggled away today. This meant there were now six children he had to take. His car held five and only two bikes. You had your moms van she had bought when Dustin was born. It was soccer mom large.

“I didn’t offer to give up my afternoon Steve.”

“I know you didn’t.” His words seemed forgiving but his voice betrayed him. He wanted you to take them. Did he want help wrangling them together? Did he want you to just take all of them?

Did he want to hang out with you?

You pursed your lips.

“Fine. But you’re buying.” You ignored the charming smile that reached his lips and turned around. “I’ll go get them.”

You walked up the stairs, opening up Dustin’s bedroom door without knocking. Mike was sitting on the bed beside Will and Max and El were on the ground. Lucas stood in front of the girl, holding one of Dustin’s figures.

“Let’s go. Where’s Dustin?” It was like you had frozen them all with magic. Their voices trailed off. “Where’s Dustin?” There was movement coming from the room next door. Your room. You cursed under your breath and opened up the door with aggression. Dustin was sitting on your bed, your diary open wide in front of him. His eyes went wide when he saw you and he quickly tried to shove it back into your dresser drawer. “You little shit.”

“There’s some juicy stuff in there!” he exclaimed, getting up to back away from you into the corner. You picked up the pillow at the end of your bed and threw it at him, narrowly missing. You climbed over the sheets and picked up whatever you could get your hands on.

“Get out of my room!” Dustin went to rush away when he ran right into Steve who was in the doorframe. Steve grabbed your brother by the shoulders, confused. Dustin ran past him, pushing him aside. With wide eyes Steve’s gaze landed on you.

“He was going through my diary,” you seethed.

“Isn’t that what brothers are for?”

“You’re an only child Harrington.” You threw a pillow weakly at him too. He caught it. “He’s riding with you.”

Steve knocked on the door one sunny afternoon hoping you would answer. He wasn’t sure when he had started hoping it was you instead of Dustin. It was a subtle desire at first, like a smile reserved for the times you greeted him. He was always excited to talk to you. If he was being honest, despite you and Steve being in the same grade he had never noticed you around school. Now you wouldn’t leave his head. He offered taking everyone anywhere now because he knew he would get to see you.

When Dustin opened the door he let out a sigh.

“I told you that my sister was taking me today,” he said, suspiciously. Dustin had always kind of seen what was going on between you and Steve. It was natural and it was a given. You couldn’t hang out that much and not love each other in some way. He also thought it was hilarious neither of you had made a move yet. From what Steve told him, he was pretty used to making the first move and Dustin knew he had no problem being rejected.

This was like Dustin’s own little experiment. How long could you last without caving in or losing interest? His hypothesis was, not much longer.

“Oh man I must have gotten my dates mixed up. Well I have nothing else going on.” Steve walked through the door uninvited. You were sitting in the living room when your eyes flicked up to him.

“You’re not scheduled for today,” you observed.

“Do we have a schedule I haven’t seen?”

“I told him you were taking me,” Dustin admitted, shutting the door behind him. You and Steve stared at each other for a moment.

“I can take him,” Steve offered, tossing his keys into the air.

“I can too.”

“Why don’t we just all go,” Dustin suggested. He grabbed Steve’s keys out of his hand. “We’ll take Steve’s and save you the gas. You can tell mom you watched me. Win win.”

“Loss for me, I’m out of gas,” Steve argued.

“Then why did you come here?” Dustin questioned, eyeing him. He was trying to be a wingman but geez, Steve didn’t ever make it easy.

“You’re right,” Steve muttered.

“Alright. Shotgun,” you said, getting off the couch. You walked to put on your shoes. Steve and Dustin shared a look as you walked into the other room.

“Dude you have got to make a move,” Dustin whispered.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. She’ll only stay on the market for so long. Nancy was trying to set her up with a friend from school.” Steve’s eyes went wide. Well when he put it like that.

“Does she even like me?”

“I read it in her diary. She likes your butt and your fancy hair,” Dustin said, disgust in his voice. A flash of hope went over Steve’s face.

“She likes my hair?”

Steve cleared his throat as you walked back in.

“Ready?” you questioned. Steve answered enthusiastically.

“Yup!”

Though you never actually spent a lot of time in Palace Arcade, you always found yourself enjoying it. The energy inside was electric and there was always someone screaming about some high score. The food was indulgent and it was cheap. You could usually buy food for the entire crew for only like 20 dollars.

Steve shoved Dustin towards the games as you walked through the doors. You could hear Mike’s voice somewhere within the condensed crowd. Dustin turned back around. He wasn’t about to let go that easily.

“Will you guys get food?” he asked, hopeful. Steve and you shared a look, despite the fact that you were both hungry and you would probably cave no matter what he said.

“What do you want?” Steve asked begrudgingly.

“Nachos with extra cheese and extra meat.”

“A large nachos. Gotcha,” Steve muttered. “Go find out what the others want.” Dustin wasted no time in escaping away. You and Steve walked through to the front where there were a couple tables. Most weren’t cleaned off yet but neither of you seemed to mind as you sat down to claim a spot.

“You didn’t have to come today,” you told him. You and Steve rarely had any time alone. You found yourself looking forward to it, despite the nerves bubbling in your chest. What if you had been reading the signs wrong? Wasn’t Steve like this with every girl who crossed his path? Hell, he pulled Nancy Wheeler.

“Don’t tell him but I really don’t mind carting them around. It makes me feel important.” You laughed gently.

“You are important,” you said and you meant it. You were surprised at the sincerity in your voice. “Plus, I think he likes having two older siblings he can boss around.”

“I don’t think of us as siblings.”

“Not you and me. We’re not siblings.”

“No, absolutely not,” he promised. You both laughed. You liked making him laugh. You liked the way he smiled when he laughed.

Dustin came back through the crowd.

“Two nachos, two hot dogs.”

“Who's all here?” you questioned, suspiciously. You held up your finger, counting. “Mike…you..”

“And Lucas and Will.”

“No girls today?”

“None.” You looked through the crowd. You pursed your lips and nodded slowly.

“Fine. We’ll call you over.” Dustin nodded and once again, he was gone. You turned back to Steve. “We splitting this one?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You ordered for everyone, knowing what Steve wanted before he even knew. He watched you with care and he ended up paying for the whole thing. You gave him a gentle hard time but you were grateful despite it.

You waited together off to the side. He leaned against the wall, facing you. You faced him, starting to feel self conscious under his gaze.

“Whatcha thinking about Harrington?”

“Do you like my hair?” You raised an eyebrow. That was random.

“I do.” You lifted an arm, brushing your fingers through it. He let you, even though he typically would’ve swatted the hand away. He shivered under the touch of your fingers against his scalp. “No one has hair like you Harrington,” you promised. It felt like it was just the two of you. You liked being alone with him. Even if you weren’t alone with him.

You wondered what it would feel like to be in an empty house with Steve Harrington. No little brothers, no friends, no strangers. Just you and him. What would that be like?

You were dying to find out.

You dropped your hand.

He grabbed it before it fell completely to your side.

“Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” If that was true…

“Steve-”

“Do you wanna go out? With me.” You tried to hide your glee and forced forward your surprise.

“Like a date?”

“Like a date.” There was some sort of confidence in his eyes that wasn’t there a moment before. You smiled gently and leaned your back against the wall, staring away from him. You hummed, like you were thinking, even though you already had your answer on the tip of your tongue.

“Where would we go?”

“Wherever you want.”

“The arcade?” He smiled, nodding.

“If you want twenty bucks in quarters then I’ll hand them over,” he promised. You met his eyes.

“Sure Steve.” He wanted to fist pump the air. He refrained but the look remained in his eye as though he had.

“Steve!” A voice behind a counter called. The food was ready. He turned and you thought it might break him out of the moment but he grabbed the tray and looked right back at you with those same eyes.

“We can go somewhere that isn’t the arcade.”

“Well we already know how to get here.”

“We could have our date right now.” You suggested. “Though I don’t know if you could cop a feel with my little brother running around.” He set the tray down on the table and before you could sit down he grabbed your hip, pulling you closer. You breathed out sharply, your face heating up. You were close now. So close.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“It’s good. It’s really good,” you said through giggles. You liked being this close to him. He started to move in, breathing evenly and you would’ve kissed him like it was the last thing you could ever do if not for-

“Is that the food?”

You dropped each other. Dustin’s voice could cut through anything.

“Y-yeah,” Steve stammered. The confidence in his voice had not left but he remained slightly embarrassed. Dustin nodded slowly, approaching.

“I’m gonna take this to everyone.”

“That’s mine and Steve’s,” you explained, grabbing your food off the tray. Dustin nodded. He looked between the two of you warily. The group had made their way closer, damning the rest of the moment. You and Steve sat down anyway, dividing up sauces and drinks.

“You got coke?” he questioned. You nodded, offering some to him. He took it, taking a drink through the straw. He had opted for sprite.

“Can you shotgun that?” you teased. He rolled his eyes, pointing a finger at you as he swallowed.

“I’ve yet to see you shotgun anything,” he said. “I don’t think you can do it.”

“Don’t open up the floodgates like that Harrington. You know I like to win.”

“That’s what I like about you. Nobody likes a loser.” You rolled your eyes and ate a fry, dipping it into his sauce. “Well?”

“Hm?”

He gestured to the coke vendor to the side. They sold cans; not cups. You scoffed.

“Here? In the middle of the children's arcade?”

“It’s not alcohol!” he said. You sat in silence for a moment, chewing and thinking. You narrowed your eyes at him. It wasn’t exactly the most attractive thing you could do in the moment but the defiance in his eyes made you want to act anyway. You got up, the chair squeaking as you pushed it back. You walked over and hit the side of the vending machine. A coke fell out. It was an arcade secret that it did that if you hit it just right. Will had taught you. You didn’t think he had it in him.

You walked back over to Steve. You sat across from him, shoved a hole into the bottom half of the can and put your lips over it. You opened up the tab and tilted your head upwards, keenly away that some of it was spilling over your chin.

Once the coke was gone you put the can down, crushed. You wiped your mouth.

Steve looked like you had just reignited his reasons for living.

“You happy now?”

He leaned over the table and kissed you. You tasted of coca cola, your lips still seemingly fizzing. You gasped into his lips but didn’t bother pulling away. You wanted this. You wanted to taste him for the first time, even if he had the aftertaste of soda. He wanted you to be closer to him. He didn’t want to have to pull away to get you closer though.

You pulled out for air.

“That was so hot.” You laughed gently, sitting back in your chair. You wanted to tell him that he was so hot but you refrained from making the moment any more cheesy. You crossed your arms.

“Your turn.”

“I’ll do it when we drink together. You should see me shotgun two.”

“That sounds like a sight for sore eyes, Harrington.” You wrapped your foot around his lower leg, pulling it towards you. It was weak but he didn’t need a lot of prompting to kiss you again.

“Hey! This is a public space!” Keith called. Seeing him after kissing Steve was quite the come down. “Save it for the bedroom,” he hissed. He had cheeto dust on his mouth. Steve eyed him with a slight annoyance.

“We’re paying customers, you can’t tell us what to do.”

“I can,” Keith promised. “I can kick you out and your little group of children.” You rolled your eyes.

“Relax Keith. We’re just hanging out.” Your chair had moved closer to Steve’s. You wondered if he had pulled it towards him while you were distracted. You were now right next to each other. You threw your arm over the back of his chair. “Eating our fries. You caught us.” Keith gave you a glare.

“Okay mom and dad Jesus.” You and Steve met each other’s eyes for just a moment and then his eyes were back on the road. It felt right being here. It felt like this was where it was all supposed to lead to.

“So you guys should get married,” Dustin suggested. The car filled with laughter. Steve’s hand was on your thigh. The level of domesticity led you to believe he had been thinking about this a while. You loved his hand being there. You loved that he was touching you.

“Don’t jinx anything Henderson,” Steve said to the rearview mirror.

“I didn’t jinx anything.” He turned to Mike and gestured to his left ring finger. He mouthed something you didn’t catch.

“No gossiping,” you snapped.

Though you didn’t want your second date to be at the arcade.

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Red Licorice

Chapter 10: Old Tapes and Melted Ice Cream

Scream - Soundtrack - School's Out - By The Last Hard Men -

“Everyone is a suspect until proven innocent. (Y/n), don't let your mind be fogged by a dream that might not be reality.”- Randy Meeks

Today Randy Meeks was officially (Y/n)’s hero. Not only did she get to hang out with him in the Blockbuster listening to him rant about the sucky horror movies he had to recommend to the elderly, but he had also treated her to ice cream. She was currently sitting on the counter watching the boy work at a steady pace moving the cart filled with old movie tapes in every direction to fill up the counters. There was a rush crowd recently much to her dismay. The murders and attacks from the past three days have led people in a frenzy to grasp anything in regards to scary movies or horror possible. She was especially surprised with the many students she had seen this evening tonight as well.

It wasn't too long ago school was let out early due to the alleged attack of Sidney yet again in the girls bathroom on the second floor. Upon hearing this she did grow in hysterics for her friend, but was glad there were enough eyewitnesses in the courtyard to determine her innocence. After that fight with Gale she had every right to look guilty in every way possible, but many of the students did agree that Weathers went too far with publishing a dead girl's diary and providing it to the press without a warrant. The icing on the cake was Gale being arrested not too long after (Y/n) had assaulted her, apparently Autumn had called the police and said the reporter was causing the students emotional distress and wanted her removed.

It was funny, she had always thought the girl had hated her to some degree but it turns out she had the wrong idea about Jonah and her. They saw each other as brother and sister; there were no romantic feelings in sight. It took the girl losing Casey for the other to see it.

So much has happened over the past few days and it was all weighing down on her shoulders heavily. It really did feel good to let off some steam in the light of things. Like eating butterscotch ice cream. The last time she had some was last summer with Stu—.

Oh right. Stu.

The girl was still having a hard time coming to terms with what was said in Casey’s dairy. Even if he was drunk and rambling as he had said, what would provoke him to even think such a thing or especially say it out loud in confidence. And the fact when it was published for the entire town to know his first instinct was to keep it from her instead of just apologizing. (Y/n) can deal with a lot of things concerning her best friends, but this hit the nail on the head. She honestly didn't know how or if it was possible to forgive Stu after this.

She loved him, wanted him. But she wasn't going to let him come back into her life that easily. That boy was going to have to crawl to get to the finish line of her forgiveness.

She looked up to see Randy helping another group of girls with their selection, one of them was laughing a bit too loud for whatever the boy said to cause such a sound. (Y/n) frowned, licking the ice cream with her eyes glinting with a foreign emotion. It wasn't but a minute before the boy looked over seeing the way she was staring at them, and man it left chills down his spine.

“I-I’m sorry,” Randy cut the customer off, “Is there anything else you need, I-its really busy and I and to get back to-,” He looked back over to (Y/n), paying attention to how her tongue took a long lick again of her ice cream before plump lips closed over in smooth motions. He gulped nervously, “Someone.”

The girls followed his line of gaze, seeing the Afro haired girl reading from one of the movie tapes in the pile on the front counter. They just so happened to see the girl with her ice cream as well making their skin crawl with envy.

The brunette that was flirting with Randy frowned, “Isn’t she busy enough with trying to come to terms with her and Stu Machers new relationship?”

The boy wiped his head over to the girl in shock.

“She has Stu Macher already. I heard that their relationship was a long time coming sort of thing and that Tatum and Casey simply got in the way.”

Her other friend nodded in agreement, “there are speculation that is Casey had confessed sooner that they would’ve been-”

“Is there anything else you need?” Randy’s voice was short and curt this time.

He of course couldn’t yell or tell them to shut their damn mouths, but boy was he not going to let them have the satisfaction of making fun of his friend. The girl didn’t deserve the backlash and rumors that were being caused by that Dairy, and he was sure if Casey knew about what would happen after her death the girl wouldn’t have trusted her secrets to the words on the page.

The girls huffed, snatching the tape he recommended out of his hands before quickly leaving to their own devices at the other end of the store.

It was a good thing he recommended a shitty horror flick. What's the point of watching horror if you didn't want it ‘too scary’. The point was to feel the thrill of jumping back in your seat, the adrenalin of not knowing that it was going to be you next, or the person beside you munching on popcorn.

“What's up with them?” (Y/n) asked smoothly.

Randy placed the cart beside her with a grimace on his face, “Just some girls who don't have manners.”

The girl cocked her head to the side, not seeming convinced, “ Just some girls? One seemed really interested in whatever jokes you had to offer her a few minutes ago. I'm sorry but I refuse to believe her hyena laughs were real.”

The boy snorted at the girl's tone, “Keep that up and I'll start believing that you're jealous (N/n).”

The girl bit her lips nervously, “What if I am?”

(Y/n) watched as Randy paused his action with stacking the tapes on the cart. Her heart thumped widely in agitation in response. Shit. She really wasn't thinking when the question presented itself. Was it being too forward? Maybe being at work wasn't the space to-.

The girl's thoughts were cut off from a hand being placed along her thigh. Looking up the girl could see the boy's face flushed in red, however his eyes swirled with an emotion she so craved notoriously.

“Well to answer your question,” The male smoothly took the girl's ice cream from her hand before giving a quick long lick on the left side-eyes never leaving hers, “You have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

(Y/n) quickly closed her thigh together to get the thrum of her area to cease, that look the male had given her sent her hormones into overdrive.

“Randy do you—”

The girl's question was cut off with the sound of the store's bell going off at the front. Looking over the two teens' hearts stopped in shock from Stu Macher and Billy Loomis making their way inside the store. Randy scowled slightly, not in the mood to deal with two males whose heads were too big for their own doing.

“Won’t cha look at that. Devil spawns knockin at my door,” Randy sneered.

(Y/n) pursed her lips anxiously before taking a sloppy lick of her ice cream. It was a shame, things were going so well so far between her and Randy. Did Stu and Billy just have to pop up now?

The two watched as the boys made conversations here and there with a few people, probably discussing what went on in the courtyard this morning. Seeing them so carfree sent chills down her spine. How could they possibly laugh and joke around at a time like this? One was exposed for affairs with a victim and the other was accused of being a murderer. Seemed like a time to lay low rather than to draw attention to one’s self.

“Now that's in poor taste,” Randy huffed in agitation.

“What's not?” (Y/n) asked. The male pointed off in the two directions, specifically the horror genre. Her eyes narrowed in on Billy who was now being flirted with by two girls, making something within her stir haphazardly. It didn't feel right.

“If you were a suspect in a senseless bloodbath, would you be standing in the horror section?”

“Randy we've been over this,” The girl shivered slightly, “I was there with the killer ....the bathroom was down the hall from Sid's room. Directly contradicting the theory of him being the killer, it was a misunderstanding.”

Meeks looked over at the girl as if she had grown two heads, “Are you serious? He's got killer written all over his forehead! Are you forgetting his paper last year on how ‘Micheal Myers Could've Gotten Away With It?’”

The girl nodded in remembrance. She was there helping the boy with the paper last spring, apparently he wanted to leave the teacher frustrated and intrigued with his paper and needed help. Billy was known for being bad at English so he relied heavily on (Y/n) for her feedback. She was there reading back to back on the first details of getting rid of body parts to planting evidence on unsuspecting victims. She asked him to tone it down-for obvious reasons.

“Yes I remember, I was the one who proofread the entire thing.” Randy scoffed in response, making the girl tense slightly, “ Okay D, if he really attacked us that night then why did the police let him go?”

“Because, obviously they don't watch enough horror movies,” Randy starts to make his way to reshelf some of the tapes making the girl hop off the counter to follow, “This is standard horror movie stuff. PROM NIGHT revisited.”

(Y/n) thought about the movie for a moment. It was true, the simplest things can lead to a murder, but she couldn't help but ask, “Why would he want to kill his own girlfriend?”

Randy laughed lightly looking at the girl sincerely. He honestly didn't wanna head down this road with the conversation about her childhood friend- especially after everything that happened this morning. But he couldn't sit there and let her intelligence be thwarted over guys who thought more with their dick than their own brain. “You know there's always the simplest bullshit (N/n). Especially when it comes to murdering your girlfriend. You know that's the beauty of it all, Simplicity. If it's too complicated you lose your target audience.”

The girl pursed her lips taking it in, “So what would be Billy’s reason.”

Meeks paused mouth open before closing it, looking away. His stomach was in knots, he didn't want to say what he actually thought at the moment.

“What? What were you about to say?”

“Maybe…”

“Maybe?”

The male sighed, “Maybe Sidney wouldn't have sex with him.”

(Y/n) turned her nose in distaste. “Randy what the fuck-”

“I'm not shaming Sid, (Y/n)! I'm not! That would be shaming you as well for being virgins, but when you look at the way he's been acting not to mention the rumors about him cheating on her. I mean come on! You know he hasn't been really faithful!”

The girl leaned against the cart, her eyes glazed over, “No I didn't, I guess I really don't know either of them after all.”

Randy hesitated for a moment before placing his hand on (Y/n)’s cheek wiping the tear away before it could roll down her soft skin. “Listen (N/n), I mean it when I say that the world isn't perfect. And you can't blame yourself when people start acting differently either. “ He sat down an old tape before using his other hand to place it on the other side, he was cradling her face now. “Everyone is a suspect until proven innocent. (Y/n), don't let your mind be fogged by a dream that might not be reality”.She couldn't help her cheeks warming up from the intense gaze the boy was giving her, and for a moment her heart accelerated when she saw a flash of blonde with a huge pink smile. He was warm, warm like Casey.

“Randy I—”

“What are you two dorks doing?”

Randy and (Y/n) gasped and separated from their position at the voice. Stu looked at the two with a clear strained smile upon his face.

The girl's cheeks heated upon seeing Stu stand there leaning against one of the shelves filled with movies. His eyes were scanning her face looking for reactions. But she didn't give him any, he simply did not deserve the satisfaction of a simple glance from her. The memory of Casey’s diary was still burning in her consciousness, and it was so hard to overlook the male in front of her and everything he did during the summer behind her back.

To her, that strike to the back of his head simply wasn't enough. He needed to hurt like she was hurting at the current moment.

“Having a moment,” Randy confessed, rolling his eyes, “Something you clearly interrupted.”

Stu snapped his eyes towards his friend, “Oh really now?”

“Yes, now what do you want? Haven't you done enough today?”

Macher looked back at (Y/n) taking her in. She was currently pretending to look at the movie tapes on the cart finishing off the icecream cone in hand. It was a sight he rarely got to see anymore with her enjoying sweet treats-and here she was, only the dork beside him was the one who gave it to her in the first place. A bitter swell started at the bottom of his stomach. He should've been treating her out to ice cream—but that bitch Casey had to go and mess everything up.

Billy’s plan had backfired on him. He was supposed to be asking her to the party now, but how could he get over what he had just seen occur? They were about to fucking kiss from christ sake. His precious kissing someone he thought of being a good friend. Keyword , thought.

“Came over to ask you guys something about this afternoon, but you guys are now acting like me and Billy shot your dog.”

“Well maybe it's because our own friend has a murderer written across his forehead lollygagging in the horror section with two girls-while his girlfriend is freaking terrified of him.” Randy snorted.

A look of disbelief ran across Stus face, “What? It was just a misunderstanding. He didn't do anything.”

“You're such a little lap dog!” He retorted, “You really want to believe anything that comes out of that killer's mouth?”

“Oh-kay,” Stu mocked, waving his hands around.

“You know, I honestly don't think it's Billy. “Stu muttered watching how (Y/n) shifted back and forth on her feet. “You know, I think it's her dad. Why can't they find her pops, man?”

“Because he's probably dead. His body will come popping out in the last reel somewhere! eyes gouged out, fingers cut off, teeths knocked out! See, the police are always off track with this shit. Come on, man! Just like I told (N/n), if the police had watched PROM NIGHT they'd save time.” Randy huffed pushing the cart in another direction, “ There's a formula to it- a very simple one. Everybody’s a suspect!”

(Y/n) neared the two boys slowly taking in the crowd watching them overhearing the conversation., It was getting heated a little two fast for her liking. “Would you two keep it down...we're attracting unwanted attention.”

Randy nodded, cheeks a bit red before continuing-a lot softer this time, “I’m telling you, the dads a red herring. It's Billy. There's too many positions —the father, the principal, the town derelict..”

“Which is you.” Stu smiled.

Randy rolled his eyes, “The point is, while they're off investigating a dead end, Billy who has been written off as a suspect is busy planning his next hunting expedition.”

(Y/n) puffed out her cheeks thinking for a moment recalling the actions of the killer that night, the one memory that she couldn't shake was the bathroom incident. Billy had never made any moves on her before-it would add up to her. “It wouldn't make sense from my experience D…..in the bathroom..”

Meeks noticed the change of tone looking back over to the girl, “What do you mean?” He searched her face for a moment before the gears started to turn. “(Y/n)...is there something about the case you didn't tell the police?”

The girl bit her lip hard looking anywhere other than the boy's eyes for the moment. She could feel Stus eyes on her, just yesterday she told the boys about lying to the police about what the killer did to her. They're her childhood friends so it was a lot easier. But could she really tell Randy about what happened?

“(Y/n),” Randy whispered gently, “Did you lie-”

“Buzz off,” Stu stepped in between them, glaring at Randy slightly, “She obviously doesn't want to talk about it.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened slightly at Stu’s protection, she almost expected the male to throw her underneath the bus from how she was treating him. But here he was, stepping forward and telling Randy to let go of the possibility she lied to the police about what happened in the bathroom with the killer. A part of her was fearful of how Randy would look at her after-hell she was still concerned if Billy and Stu were being truthful with no judgment being tossed her way. Afterall, so many secrets have been brought to light the past few days. How much could she really take?

Randy stiffed slightly, shifting wide eyes back and forth between the two of them letting it sink in. The male felt a bit guilty from how his tone sounded a bit ago, he didn't mean to come off as judgy. He was only looking out for her best interest.

Meeks held up his hands, giving the best soft look he could muster in the girls direction, “Hey. No judgment here. If you weren't ready to say anything then dont. But I will say that we can't run away from something that can put a possible serial killer behind bars.”

“How do we know that you're not the killer?”

Randy’s body shook before turning around into Stu seeing Billy laying against one of the carts he was previously working on. Of course Billy was listening in on the conversation closely from afar and only decided now to jump in. Meeks had taken it too far by questioning his girl about that night. What right did he have to know? Afterall, Stu wouldn't want a trip down memory lane with the mistake he had made with her.

“Oh…, hi Billy.” Randy shifted uncomfortably. Even if the awkward boy showed to be uncomfortable, the two other males could tell he was still pissed at them from this morning.

“Maybe your movie freaked mind lost its reality button?” Billy suggested coily, “Huh? Huh, ever think of that?”

Randy laughed, shaking it off, “You're absolutely right. I'm the first to admit it! if this were a scary movie, I would be the prime suspect.”

Stu cocked his head to the side, curious, “What would be your motive?”

Randy looked behind Stu to (Y/n) again who was gently directing two girls to the other side of the store towards the rom-com or history section he couldn't tell. Maybe he would have nailed it on the head if he wasn't so distracted . Her jeans lowered on her waist a bit more, showing a bit of the black lace peeking out subtly. She finished the last of the sweet treat of a cone, giving a wave goodbye to the girls as they headed off in the direction. A slow smile etched its way onto his face.

“Its nineteen ninety five-motives are incidental,but,” He licked his lips as the girl pulled up her jeans-the lace disappearing underneath, “I promise my goal wouldn't have been to kill Sid, or Casey , or Steve-” He looked back at Stu and Billy whose eyes seemed to darken from the moment his eyes shifted over, “It would be to take revenge on whoever did her wrong.”

Stu suddenly became red in the face, forgetting where he was he was quick to step forward-.

“I'm Back! Is there something you guys really need?” (Y/n) chirped from behind.

Randy watched Stu’s expression carefully. The taller male taking a deep breath-rolling his shoulders back-exhaling then putting on his playboy award winning smile. To the average eye they wouldn't have noticed the pissed off expression a second ago, But Meeks saw it. And boy did he want to fucking run.

What the honest fuck was that?

Stu turned around to the girl, taking a movie tape from one of the shelves and messing with the spin to distract himself from the previous threat Randy had given him. “Well (N/n) in honor of school being let out early due to the killer on school grounds-”

“In honor-?”

“I'm throwing a good ole get together at my place this afternoon.” His eye twitched as her eyes shifted over to Randy instead of completely focusing on him. He would have to fix that later. Patience, Patience was the key right now. “I need two horror fanatics great at movies to set the mood….and you and Randy are perfect for the job.”

“What?” Randy squeaked.

Billy chuckled behind the boy amused with his fear, “What's the matter? Can't handle the thought of being around so many girls at once.” The male shifted his attention back over to (Y/n) hoping to get a rise out of her about Randy. She couldn't possibly think that Meeks was just the perfect one of the group. It was taking everything out of him to not simply throw it in her face that he liked Sidney first and simply moved on once Billy started dating her. He knew she couldn't handle it, that's why he refrained from saying anything about it, but the way her eyes shifted to in a familiar way he was too quick to catch-every bit of patience and sympathy started leaving him.

She was fucking jealous of the though of females around fucking Randy Meeks. When did they fucking miss this obstacle so clearly?

“He won't have to worry about that.” (Y/n) chirped lightly, she smiled at Randy placing her hands on her hips, “So what time are you picking me up?”

Randy blink, once twice, then cocked his head to the side, “What?”

She giggled, likening his nervous reaction, “What time are you picking me up? I need time to get ready, just give me an easement so I can get everything ready.”

Randy went to answer only for his left arm to be gripped tightly out of view. It honestly fucking hurt and would be likely to bruise from the overwhelming pressure and force. He knew why Billy was doing this, he wanted him to reject her. To let one of them drive her to Macher place instead. But unfortunately for Billy, Randy was sick and tired of their mind games and them getting whatever they wanted.

“Be ready by seven. I'll close up shop here and pick you up shortly after,” He smiled through the grip tightening, “Do I have to greet Miss Gia?”

“No, she'll be at work by then!” The boys watched as the girl gathered her backpack by the front counter before heading to the exit of the shop, “I'll see you at seven, don't be late! And don't forget the horror movie we discussed earlier!”

“Of course! I won't!”

With that the girl left out of the Blockbuster quickly and headed home.

Once he was sure the girl was fully down the block, Randy yanked his arm out of Billy’s hold.

“What the actual fuck is your problem?” Randy hissed, “Both of you?”

Billy simply rolled his eyes, cracking his neck, “I don't know what you're talking about?”

Randy rolled up his arm displaying the red mark that was most definitely doing to bruise his pale skin. He couldn't believe Loomis had that much strength within him to have a grip that tight on his arm. And what mental capacity gave that psychopath the green light to even place hands on him in a public place no less.

“You were trying to stop me from taking (Y/n) to the party,” Randy accused, “If you wanted her so badly you would've just just asked her out instead of going out with Sid-.”

The boy cut off once more being yanked forward by his sweatshirt and held still under a venomous glare. Billy smiled at him ruefully taking in the fearful expression as if he could eat it alive through everything he did. It was moments like this that he really revel in the power being feared could give.

Stu leaned on Randy's shoulder taking in the sight of his boyfriends dominance taking effect, hopefully this time Randy would finally get the message.

“Dont get so fucking cocky with me!” Billy spat, “We’re letting you have this one thing with her-but if you push it we won't be apologizing for what happens next.”

“Huh?” Randy shuddered, “I don't understand. You have Sid? What does it matter to me or (Y/n)?”

Stu scoffed, losing the goofy persona for a second, “It dosen’t fucking matter. It's more important that you listen carefully instead. You're picking her up from her house and bringing her to mine. No debtors, no longing glances, and most definitely no touching like whatever the fuck you were two were doing earlier.”

“We see or hear that any of that-things will get ugly. Do we make ourselves clear?” Billy snarled. The other male was slow to respond making Loomis shake him in place once more, “I said, ‘do we make ourselves clear?’”

“Yeah, Yeah, got it.” Randy uttered solemnly.

Billy smiled, smacking the boy on the face two times, pleased. “Good Kid.”

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