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fallingfavourites · 2 years

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Footnote -Nancy Wheeler x reader

Summary: your in love with your best friend but she has a boyfriend and you aren't even sure if she returns the feelings that you have for her

Word count: 1,8k

CW/TW: implied fem!reader, but she/her pronouns isn't used, no use of y/n, brief description of puking/vomiting, underage drinking?? Im not sure how old they were in s2, small hint of internalized homophobia I think, probably shitty writing, maybe some ooc Nancy or Steve I'm not sure

A/n: yes I do have a few request laying in my inbox but I suddenly got inspired to write this at around 1am and I finished it around 4am. Also it's crazy how little Nancy fics there are heh

Inspired by: Footnote by Conan Gray and S2 E2

Gif credit: @strangrthings

Nancy had been dating Steve ‘the hair' Harrington for awhile now. You and Steve weren’t exactly friends. It wasn’t necessarily because he was a total douche a year ago. No it was because he was dating your best friend. They weren’t right for each other you knew that. They were in a total different state of mind and you just wished Nancy would see what you see.

As you were parking your car you noticed there were already quite a lot of people. Only going to Tina's Halloween party hadn’t initially been on your planning. Party’s have never really been your scene. This time your best friend Nancy Wheeler had somehow convinced you to come. And if you were being honest you would do anything for Nancy if she just asked.

With your head being too busy being occupied by Nancy’s relationship it had totally slipped your mind that this was a costume party. You look down at your clothes trying to figure out if you looked like a character from a movie you had seen recently. Suddenly you remembered that last week Nancy had forced you to rewatch Grease with her. And you realise your outfit sort of resembled the outfit Sandy wears at the end of the movie. Lucky you.

Walking into the living room your eyes immediately scan across the room trying to find Nancy. A small smile creeped on your lips as you realised she was dressed as Lana from Risky Business. She hadn’t shut up about that movie since she had seen it. Oh and don’t even get started on her Tom Cruise poster.

You automatically had started walking towards her. Not even noticing Steve who was standing next to her. You were a few steps away as she walked right past you. Your head followed the brunette as she walked away. Suddenly you bump into something hard. As you look up you realise you walked right into Steve.

“Oh shit, sorry.” You apologized to him. It was hard to see Steve’s expression since he was wearing sunglasses but you were almost sure you saw his eyes roll. “Where did Nance go?” You questioned, your face furrowed in confusion.

“I might have convinced her to just be stupid teenagers for the night and now she is probably somewhere getting sheet faced.” He informed you with a tired sigh.“Are you an idiot Harrington?” You remarked, “You know what, don’t answer that. Should i go look for Nance before she gets to drunk?”

Steve noticed the sincere concern you had for Nancy. Steve noticed the way you would look at her instead of the movie the three of you were watching. Steve noticed your protectiveness over her. Steve noticed the smile and twinkle in your eye when someone mentioned her name. Steve noticed the way you would change all your plans if Nancy just asked you to do so. Steve noticed everything but he always just convinced himself that those things were all best friend things.

“No, no don’t worry I’ll look after her you go have fun!” He exclaimed after stumbling over his first few words. You rolled your eyes as Steve jogged away before you could respond. You weren’t here to have fun you were here for Nancy. After scanning the crowd for Nancy or Steve you couldn’t find either of them. Letting out a sigh you decided you might just take Steve up on having fun. A little booze never hurt anyone.

By now you were well on your sixth.. or no maybe it was your seventh cup. You couldn’t really be bothered either way. Suddenly you see a beautiful girl in a black and white top coming your way. She has gorgeous short brown hair. And as if the girl couldn’t get prettier she looks just like your Nancy.

“Hey! I’m so happy you came!” A voice that sounded as sweet as honey yelled out above the music. Suddenly it hits you. This girl doesn’t just look like your Nancy, this girl is your Nancy. “Nance!” you exclaimed as you wrapped your arms around her.

You couldn’t help but smell the flowery parfume she wore. The sweet smell made you want to keep breathing it in forever. Nancy catched on pretty quickly that you were way past tipsy at this point. She grabbed your hand and guided you as you stumbled to the bathroom. When you both entered she closed the door, the music from outside could only softly be heard and there hanged a comfortable silence in the air.

You leaned against the bathroom sink while she leaned against the door. The two of you both looked up at each other at the same time and both of you broke out in a smile. However that smile quickly turned upside down for you as you began to gag.

Quickly you rushed to the toilet and you felt Nancy already holding whatever hair would fall in your face. Quickly flushing the toilet when your done you couldn’t help but grimace as you leaned your head against the cold tiles of the bathroom. The disgusting taste of vomit still lingering in your mouth.

Nancy was quick to get you a glass of water which you accepted gratefully as she sat down next to you on the floor. “You feeling okay?” She asked as you took a sip of your water. “I like you” You blurted out.

You didn’t know where it came from, maybe it was the alcohol that was in your system. After the words you were struggling to come to terms with what just slipped past your lips, you didn’t dare to look up at Nancy. After a few moments of silence Nancy stood up. “Sober up.” She mumbled as she looked down at you.

Somehow you found the courage to look up at her, “Nance I’m not just saying it ‘cause I’m drunk.” You told her. “You know I’m dating Steve.” Nancy reminded, if it wasn’t for the alcohol in you you might’ve noticed that she was more reminding herself than that she was reminding you.

“What if I waited for you Nance?” You questioned maybe a bit to hopeful as you stood up and placed the water on the sink. “Would that maybe help?” You asked as you reached out for her hand. Just as your hand brushes hers, she quickly pulls it back. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” Nancy stuttered out as she walks out the bathroom door.

You just ruined it. You just ruined everything. A few tears escaped past your lashes. You turn around and lean with your hands against the sink. You catch your own eyes in the dirty mirror. Your mascara has run out, your eyes looked red, you looked like a mess. You wipe the few tears that hadn’t fallen of your face yet and in doing so you smudged your make-up even more.

Opening the bathroom door you hoped no-one would be able to see your face and as quickly as you could you made your way outside. You opened your car door and sat down while burying your head in your hands. You dont quite know how long you sat there like that but a sudden and rappid knocking snapped you right back into reality.

As you rolled down your car window you notice Steve Harrington standing in front of you. “Hey, I can’t find my car keys can you drop me off at my house?” He asks, tiredness very clear in his voice. At first you were about to say no, but then you thought about what Nancy would want you to do. She wouldn’t want you to leave Steve out here in the cold.

So you nodded and mumbled ‘sure'. He gave a small but grateful smile and walked around the car to get into the passenger seat. You started your car and you turned down the volume of your radio so it wouldn’t be to bothering. Because of pure coincidence you had to stop around a street light and exactly at that moment Steve glanced at you.

From the corner of your eye it was clear he noticed your messed up make-up. “Hey, you.. uhm.. you alright?” He asked clearly not wanting to overstep any boundaries. “It’s just Na-" You shook your head and let out a sigh, “It’s just nothing really.” You corrected yourself not taking your eyes of the road. After a silent drive that felt like hours you finally reached his house.

You parked your car half on the sidewalk so he could get out easily. As Steve is about to open his door he pauses. “I think me and Nancy broke up.” He blurts out. Your head shoots his way with a confused look on your face. “After she came back from the bathroom she got like pretty drunk, then we got into a fight and she called our relationship bullshit and basically said she didn’t love me.” He explained.

“oh wow” Is all I can seem to mumble out. “oh wow really? Thats all you have to say?” He complains. “Well yeah, what did you expect me to say after you dump all of that on me?!” I exclaim as I throw my arms in defeat. After that it’s quiet for a bit.

As you focus your eyes on the hands in your lap you debate on telling Steve about what happened between you and Nancy tonight. As you toy with your fingers you can feel Steve’s piercing eyes staring at you. He’s clearly figured out you want to say something. “Me.. Me and Nancy.. I told her I liked her..” You struggled with your words.

Not sure how Steve would react to them. After a minute of silence or so, you feel the tears threatening to fall again. This is stupid earlier this night you disliked Steve and just now you told him something you couldn’t even tell your parents. “Oh..” Is all he seemed to be able to mumble out. “Oh? Really thats all you have to say?” You complain as your voice quivers.

“Well yeah, what did you expect me to say after you dump all of that on me.” He joked with a smirk on his face. You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. “How did she react?” He questioned, his tone more serious now. “I don’t really know, she only really said that she was dating you, which is not true anymore I think, but besides that I don’t think she likes me back.” You respond with a saddened smile on your lips.

Steve bumps your shoulder with his shoulder and cracks a smile, “Hey, I’ve seen the way you care about her and how you would do anything for her, so that’s her loss.” You can’t help but let a smile slip on your face. Steve gives you a small nod and opens his car door and you send him a quick wave.

You started your car again and drove home while your thoughts wouldn’t leave you alone. Does Nancy hate you? Could you still be friends after such a confession? Did her and Steve break up because of what you told her? The questions wouldn’t stop plaguing your head.

#nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #stranger things x reader #nancy wheeler x you #stranger things #stranger things x you #steve harrington x platonic!reader #steve harrington #natalia dyer #nancywheeler #nancy wheeler x y/n

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mygreatadventurehasbegun · 8 months

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So, I've been working on another gallery wall for my home, and I thought I would share a few shops on Etsy that I really liked and purchased art from!

A fun shop filled with Gothic and Witch-y sketches. I was originally going to buy one just for Halloween, but ended up buying two for year-round art!

Another shop with a bunch of great options for both Halloween and year-round. They are 8x8 embroidery hoops with some really pretty designs, and some fun phrases, like "Welcome to the Shit Show", "We are the Weirdos, Mister" and "Anti-Social Butterfly". There are lots of fun options for Halloween (I wish I could have afforded to get a second one), like ghosts, bats, etc. But there are even some that would work in a child's room...check it out!

This is my latest discovery on Etsy and I'm so glad I found it! It's a relatively small shop right now, but there are some really pretty pieces! I found it while looking for some kind of Olivia de Havilland art, and wow did I find something great! They have a beautiful painting inspired by the final scene of The Heiress, and I can't wait to hang mine up! I did reach out to the artist, to see if they take requests...they do not, but they did ask what I was thinking (Robin Hood, of course), and said they would keep it in mind. So I'm for sure going to keep my eye on this shop! They also have art of Audrey Hepburn, Natalie Wood, Deborah Kerr (in The Innocents!) and Marilyn Monroe. A great option for Old Hollywood fans who want more than posters on their walls (though I got one of those, too, lol).

Happy Shopping!!!

#art #hollywood #classic hollywood #halloween #witches #gothic aesthetic #olivia de havilland

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hostess-of-horror · 2 years

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Hey! I was wondering, what would you say is your top five favorite Universal Monsters and why? - @classicdeadfan

Ooooh, good question!

If I had to make a Top Five list for the Universal Monsters, it would be:

Dracula - the most iconic vampire in all of popular culture, as well as one of the most iconic actors in Hollywood history (Bela Lugosi). Before Twilight ever became a trendy hit, Bela Lugosi took the spotlight as not only a famous bloodsucker, but also a killer heartthrob. According to the actor himself, he would receive multiple letters from women, ranging from ages 18 to 30, asking if he truly was Dracula and if he really does drink the blood of maidens. Honestly, I don’t blame the ladies!

Phantom of the Opera - I was first introduced to Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musical of the same name, so to find out that it was adapted from an old film from 1925 was a nice surprise. As a huge fan, I ended up acquiring all sorts of merchandise, but my most favorite items has got to be a DVD recording of the original Phantom of the Opera, a poster of Lon Chaney himself, and the original novel by Gaston Leroux!

Frankenstein's Monster and His Bride - the most iconic duo in the Universal Monsters franchise! Frankenstein’s Monster more so, compared to his Bride’s rather short appearance in the famous sequel. Only in recent years have Universal Studios recognized the potential for the Bride, thus making a haunted maze dedicated to her for Halloween Horror Nights. But nevertheless, these two and their “romance” is just as bittersweet and tragic as Mary Shelley’s Gothic novel.

The Mummy - Now, with Imhotep, this monster is placed number four in this list mainly because I like to learn about Egyptian history and the excavations that inspired the movie. I won’t go into too much detail, but my favorite fun fact about mummies is that there was a short phase in Victorian society called “Egyptomania” where people of the scientific field would gather round and study mummies for entertainment.

Creature from the Black Lagoon - Now, this guy hold this place simply because he’s a rather underrated monster (we have yet to have a HHN maze dedicated to him) and I actually watched this movie last year when my dad came over to stay for the weekend. We watched it while spending a few nights at a hotel and before we were going to head on over to Pumpkin Hollow in Pigott, Arkansas (a multi-million dollar haunted attraction). So, the Creature is here out of good memories!

(I actually don't have a "least favorite", though, they're all so cool!)

#answered asks #universal monsters #classic monsters #horror #horror icons #universal horror #dracula #phantom of the opera #frankenstein #bride of frankenstein #the mummy #the creature from the black lagoon #top five

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rufusx2 · 1 month

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thinking more of my "autumn headspace" so to speak a thing that happens within me only during the autumn season typically end of august to mid october in which my mind is completely free of my material shackles and i become completely and totally convinced that i can become a different person overnight i am overcome with not only a want for life and a hope for the future but i actually do make changes and i feel things much more deeply than usual, but with an air of detachment from it as if i am not quite out of body but definitely not in it either. a sort of overlap between us both? i dont recall much but i remember crying at night but being so fervent during the day. jaw clenching and shaking and buzzing with that energy. in fact i would honestly describe it as more of a high energy phase than anything else- i would be genuinely unstoppable if i could trigger it on purpose, or choose to live like that permanently. it feels as if there is a haze of gold placed over my vision when i look back in my memories. and this with comes the burning need to walk and keep my body moving. during this time a coworker described be as a "busy body" and he was absolutely right. when i was a teenager this would manifest in me going on hours-long bike rides until i could taste blood in my mouth from moving so fast, and now i wander the nearby neighborhoods turning on random corners until i can't walk any more. i am like a shark compelling to swim and i just can't stop. and it is amazing. i think so many things and while i still think while i walk it's always a bit duller now. i remember walking out in the autumn not caring if i had work later and not adjusting my hair or bothering to check my posture. i would stare at myself in the shadow i left on the sidewalk only. of course i also at one point felt as if the blank walls of my bedroom were going to swallow me up but i have posters up now. i think up countless ideas, and can only try to match that intensity and continue my projects during the rest of the year. i rarely think of new ideas in spring summer or winter. and the thing about fall i think is not just the general "vibe" of it all. because i could easily replicate that by watching over the garden wall or listening to my Autumn bands or putting up my halloween stuff at different times of year. but i think the crispness of the air and the leaves falling off the trees and the relief of being over with summer fuels me. i go for walks in spring sure but the warmth and wetness of the air distracts me from falling into this. while it rains in autumn, it's dry whenever it isn't (which is why it's part of wildfire season). but going back to my detachment. i find it freeing. of course i am still plagued by daily anxieties, but it's more manageable i suppose? or at least, it doesn't happen as frequently. but the main thing that brings me artistic inspiration (or at least, HAS brought me artistic inspiration for this project specifically), is this idea of the Ideal self. how i can become a new person, and change who i am fundamentally. it's futile of course, but for the duration of this phase i really do do it. and i know i'm doing it because other people like me more. every job i have ever had, i got hired in autumn. i am calmer. i think differently. i do things that i cannot do otherwise. and i try so hard to keep this up but i just cant. again, not in my nature. but i feel as if i can change my nature during those few short months a year. and i feel less trapped by this body. and of course this can tip very quickly into self hatred which i have gone into before on this blog (it's what is meant by 'WWJD' and killing the old self to be reincarnated as the new self) but i still cannot help but wish i knew how to trigger it. what drugs can do this to you? i would trade this sober mind for her any day of the week.

#i think it is perhaps what could be described as 'mania' but which is so infrequent it isn't disordered #well. enough so at least #meows #and you know what i would live like that all the time if i could #my impulsivity doesnt even go up im capable of thinking things through #i dont think the low energy sadsack phases are necessary for that.

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hometoursandotherstuff · 3 years

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Lisa, Joe, and their teen daughter Raven, call their home in Sedro-Woolley, Washington, “The Moonlit Manor,” and it’s Gothic, gorgeous, and full of Halloween inspiration.

The house may look like an older home, but it was only built in 2016.

Owning this home has allowed Lisa to really let loose with her own interior decor style, which she likens to "a cross between an old-timey bordello, a tattoo shop, and a haunted house...

with just a pinch of grandma’s house.

“It was essentially an ugly beige box inside and out (insert vomit emoji here),” says Lisa of their house when they bought it.

Lisa says, “I despise beige with every fiber of my being. For me, the only acceptable form of beige is in leopard print; ALL HAIL LEOPARD PRINT! “

Lisa grew up watching “The Munsters,” “The Addams Family,” and old horror movies with incredibly ornate interiors, as well as Westerns with the most gorgeous red monochrome bordellos with velvet everything.

Most of the lighting in their house is vintage.

Her grandma side is collecting doilies. "Dyeing white thrift store doilies with orange RIT dye is a cheap and easy upcycle that’s cute," shares Lisa.

Lisa feels fortunate to own this house, but is not pleased with the builder’s choices of finishes.

She knows that they will make it better, in time.

The main part of the house is painted in Sherwin-Williams' “Black of Night.” Isn’t that giant curtain spider an amazing idea?

Growing up, Lisa’s mom decorated the house for Halloween and Christmas. She always looked forward to those special times of the year.

She got her first apartment at 19 and started decorating for the holidays right away. “I didn’t have nearly the amount that I have now. Once we bought a house it was game on and I really ramped up my collecting."

Lisa’s decorating tip is, “First and foremost, spare yourself the heartache and torture of comparing your home to anyone else’s. We’re all at different income levels and circumstances.”

"With that being said, I would just say follow your heart and decorate your home in any way that truly does it for you. If you’re still figuring that out, that’s okay, you’ll get there. Collecting and curating the things that speak to you take time, sometimes a lifetime."

Tony likes it all, too.

She also likes collecting old movie posters.

She dislikes the color of the cabinets so much and the backsplash is such a snore, that she doesn’t even post the kitchen.

https://www.instagram.com/themoonlitmanor/

#gothic decor #halloween decor #all year halloween house #long post #goth decor

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moonsdesolatevoid · 2 years

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toby hc’s

- because i love this boy

- and your headcanons inspired this

- as established; silly bands and loom bracelets!!!

- he has a red or mustard yellow kanken bag to go with his goggles </3

- his bag has so much personality—

- there’s embroidery, pins, keychains, and even patches from where it got torn </3

- has those cool flower rings around the logo!! and there’s stars on the side of the bag!!!!

- he has round glasses that he doesn’t need but wears anyway </3

- his nails are always painted,,, and it’s usually a dark blue or black

- jane taught him how to sew because he can be quite clumsy and his clothes get torn a lot </3

- but!! he finds really cool patches or fabric!!

- absolutely loves decorating the flower shop for the holidays!!

- hanukah, christmas, halloween, valentines, you name it!!

- loves animal crackers </333

- the dreaded mustache and suspenders phase :(

- is up almost all hours of the day,, because sometimes he just can’t sleep :’(

- some of the group members checking in on him to make sure he’s ok!!

- if he insists he needs to work and it’s not busy at jane or my store we’ll fill in so he can at least take a nap </3

- goes on tangents about flowers and frogs!!

- seems like the type to really love foxes as well!!

- also just has a lot of facts that he likes to share :’)

- literally fascinated by everything!!

- definitely has model butterflies in his room!!

- speaking of rooms,, the vibes!!

- fairy lights, little knickknacks, moss terrariums, dried flowers, old and worn books, several posters, lava lamps, glow in the dark stars on the ceiling, probably has a ceiling hammock to curl up in

- really loves rings!! and making his own </3

- absolutely adores the star rings people make out of paper clips

- he doesn’t often show any upset emotions but there’s always telltale signs he’s upset </3

- goes quiet, is withdrawn, often missing from the group, doesn’t laugh as whole heartily at bens jokes

- it’s where the hammock comes in,, because he’s usually in that to calm down

- and if he isn’t home has a designated place in the flower shop to go, and if that’s not a viable option may seek out someone in the group if he can’t be by himself

- give him a hug :’((

- usually needs a good cry or to listen to something

- i usually already always have headphones with me,, and always have an extra pair on me just in case :’)

- i think the group would always have something that another member may need

- because we are all mentally ill and trying our best

- absolutely adores rain and lightning!!

- hates driving in it for obvious reasons,, but does love it!

- can not handle spice whatsoever

- really loves spring or winter

- goes to the cherry blossom festivals if given the chance :’)

- probably really adores chicken and noodle soup even when he’s not sick :’)

- doesn’t like coffee but does like tea!! herbal or floral are his favorite!!

- absolutely hates black or dark tea :((

- if he does drink coffee there’s a shit ton of sugar and milk in there </3

- really loves milk coffee though??

- also,, somehow actually handles the coffee from your cafe??

- he’s not entirely sure why but that will be the only place he gets it

- probably really likes bright colors but absolutely hates wearing them </3

- has those really cool pens :’)

- absolutely amazing at drawing :’)

- it may just be doodles but they are adorable </3

- do not let ben and him run things by each other </3

- don’t let them decide anything in general

- obviously within reason

- but those two cause mayhem and one of us has to deal with it </3

- emo

- loves seeing our cats!!!

- our animals have play dates a lot!! <33

- his ferrets are the absolute sweetest but also the dorkiest

- but that comes with the territory

- would be the type to wear bandaids on his nose or stickers on his face

#based on my friend and i’s representation #creepypasta #creepypasta hcs #ticci toby

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genuinerio · 3 years

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rest in peace river, 28 years on,

first and foremost, i just want to say thank you once again for the inspiration you are on my life. it always breaks my heart when it’s halloween because it’s the exact date you left us and that it stings really hard. as a young girl, i loved halloween until i was eleven when i had discovered you and uncovered the tragedy.

it hurts to think of all the times when you could be alive and ageing, instead you’re forever young. none of us will never get to see you age older than twenty three and it serves the heartbreak in the fact that halloween will truly never be the same to us again.

your presence has really influenced my life, i mean, i had taken a chance with becoming vegan and seeing the unfortunate cruelty of animals. the cruelty we sadly commit just to have certain products of makeup, clothing or food.

it is such a tragedy what we do just for these things. and seeing your views, beliefs that you presented had officially opened my eyes and realise the importance of veganism and how truly important animals are, animals we are supposed to love not exploit.

and then, your death hit me really hard because it was as if i lost a friend, a loved one. as having relatives who had dealt with substance abuse, it hurts imagining myself in your friends and family’s feelings and place with losing a loved one in such a tragic way. i wish you got a second chance at life because you clearly didn’t deserve the tragic loss you received.

ever since learning of your struggles with this drug addiction that you dealt with, it had really caused me to put my thoughts into perspective. i wanted to learn more about drug addiction so i would research, take a certain biology just to learn more about this tragic issue because addiction is truly a disease.

this will forever be so heartbreaking and a true tragedy for me because i will never forget you, river. i think of you, every second, of every minute of every hour every single day and i truly am not joking.

when i listen to music, my thoughts immediately go to you, when i wake up in the morning every day, i see my posters of you and immediately get consumed in a mixture of happiness (in memory of you) and great sadness.

i will never get over the fact that there will never be a time for getting the chance to meet you, to have a conversation and discussing veganism and the music we both share similar tastes in.

there will never be a chance to see you grow up, grow old, older than simply twenty three years old. we will never get the chance to grow old together, separated by only space, celluloid and the film screen but instead i will grow old without you.

in doing this, i will pay tribute to you by naming my first son after you and on my twenty third birthday, get a tattoo in honour of you. because despite the fact that i was born way after you died or the fact that we’re thirty two years apart. i will never forget you so please rest in peace, dear river because your legacy will forever live on and you will forever be missed and loved ♡.

#river #river jude #river jude bottom #river jude phoenix #river phoenix #writing #actor #hollywood #movies #80s #90s #celebrity #celebrities #rest in peace river #gif not mine

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headcanonsandmore · 3 years

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Hermione and Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Weasley

Summary: A Romione WLW AU, with Hermione and her best friend Veronica 'Ronnie' Weasley, the sweet redheaded girl who... well, who Hermione finds herself very confused about.

This fic was inspired by a similar AU scenario fic by @hillnerd. As with everything Hilly does, her fic is amazing, but hopefully my fic doesn’t look too bad by comparison.

Read on FFN. Read on AO3.

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Hermione Granger had a problem.

Well, not so much a problem. More of a…. confusion. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

And it had to do with her best friend. Veronica “Ronnie” Weasley.

Ronnie was funny, sweet, kind, and athletic. Over six foot tall, with a mane of long red hair and a mass of freckles, she immediately caught the eye. The boys couldn’t help but notice her, and many of the girls either admired her or felt jealousy towards her. Hermione had lost count of the time she’d seen Dean and Seamus staring at Ronnie from across the common room. On a few occasions, she’d even seen Neville blush after Ronnie had smiled at him.

Not that Ronnie noticed any of this. The redhead had always felt lacking, either to her older brothers or to her younger sister Ginny. Ronnie was, like all her siblings, good at schoolwork, but she had never felt like she could stand out. She had confided to Hermione that, even if she had done well, no-one would ever think much of it, since her brothers had all done it before.

And then there was Ginny. Ronnie’s little sister was about almost a foot shorter, and with more of a nervous energy than that of her older siblings. Hermione had often wondered whether the Weasleys all had a set amount of passion, and that those of a shorter persuasion tended to be more on-edge than their lankier siblings. Granted, this theory didn’t necessarily explain why the short Charlie was so relaxed, while the taller Percy was the exact opposite. Maybe the Weasleys all just reacted differently to their circumstances.

Ronnie was not an intense person. In fact, Hermione found her almost supernaturally relaxed and affable. More prone to telling a chuckle-inducing joke as opposed to an over-the-top prank that was the preferred tactic of Fred and George.

Hermione preferred Ronnie’s way of doing things. Hermione liked a lot about Ronnie. Even if Ronnie personally thought her own matey-ness with people made her unattractive, Hermione couldn’t imagine why such friendliness and kindness could be considered unappealing.

To boys, of course. Yes, just to the boys.

Hermione had the distinct impression that Ronnie felt lacking compared to her little sister. Maybe it was Ronnie’s lack of interest in “girly” things, or her seeming-inability to act with “decorum” (as Hermione’s parents would have put it). It was common for Ronnie to wear a pair of hand-me-down school trousers instead of skirts because, as she herself put it, she hated having to worry about whether people could see up her legs.

Hermione always found herself flustered whenever Ronnie joked about this. Ronnie did have very long legs after all.

She had been friends with Ronnie for years, ever since the Halloween of first year. They hadn’t exactly gotten along before then but, since the incident with the troll, they had become firm friends. It was nice being friends with someone else in the girls dormitory; Lavender and Parvati had never really clicked with Hermione. Ronnie was the first female friend Hermione had ever had.

And then third year had happened.

The two of them had fallen out over their pets. Crookshanks and Scabbers had never gotten along and, at one point, it had looked like Crookshanks had eaten Ronnie’s rat. It had been really lonely not speaking to Ronnie for all that time.

But they had become friends again, and things had settled back to how they had been before.

Well, not exactly.

Ronnie had always been a good friend, but Hermione hadn’t understood why she had missed Ronnie so much when they weren’t speaking. She certainly hadn’t missed Harry in the same way, which was even weirder considering that Harry was a boy.

Hermione had missed Ronnie’s smile, her laugh, her beautiful red hair, the way she would throw an arm around Hermione’s shoulders as they walked to class, the way she would bound up to her and hug Hermione tightly, and the way she would stretch out in the common room so that Hermione couldn’t help but notice her-

Yes, she had certainly missed her friend Ronnie. The same friend who made butterflies appear in Hermione’s stomach whenever Ronnie smiled at her. The same friend who began to inhabit Hermione’s dreams in ways she was becoming very confused about.

Hermione had hoped that… whatever this was would disappear over the summer holidays, and she could just enjoy her friendship with Ronnie with no extra complications.

No such luck. Fourth year had just made everything even more confusing. Harry and Ronnie hadn’t spoken for a while after Harry’s name had appeared in the goblet of fire. Hermione had desperately tried to patch things up between them but, in the end, they had worked it out themselves after the first task.

It was good for them to be a trio again. Although Hermione, Ronnie and Harry had always been a bit unusual. Parvati and Lavender had always been giggling over it, asking both Hermione and Ronnie about which of them Harry was dating. Hermione had always rolled her eyes at this. To her, Harry had always been like a younger brother. Like all younger brothers, he was always getting into mischief and being annoying, but he was her brother nonetheless.

Ronnie had always laughed her head off whenever this question was proposed by Lavender and Parvati. Harry was “her best mate”. End of. Nothing more to say.

But… well, as the Yule Ball approached, suddenly Ronnie stopped laughed and started blushing, avoiding Hermione’s eyes.

‘It’s none of your business,’ she had mumbled, her ears flashing their tell-tale pink.

Hermione had felt her heart slowly sink, although she tried to avoid thinking about why.

Sure enough, the day before the Yule Ball, Hermione had asked Harry about who he was taking, and the boy who lived had blushed scarlet.

‘Er… I asked Ronnie.’

Hermione dropped the book she was holding. The two of them were in the library.

‘What? You mean… you…’

‘I-I don’t know, okay!’ Harry stammered. ‘It’s just… I needed a date for the Ball and Ronnie’s my best mate, so it made sense.’

‘Oh.’

‘Yeah.’

At that moment, someone tapped Hermione on the shoulder. It was Viktor Krum, the Durmstrang champion.

‘Excuse me, may I have a vord?’

Harry looked at the Bulgarian suspiciously.

‘Yes, it’s fine,’ Hermione said, leading Krum away into the next aisle of bookshelves. ‘Which section are you looking for?’

‘No… I… er…’

‘Krum?!’

Ronnie’s face looked horrified. It was several hours later, in their dormitory.

‘Well, it wasn’t as if I was going with anyone, so why not?’

‘He’s eighteen, Hermione!’ Ronnie said, urgently. ‘He’s way too old for you!’

‘He’s not dating me, Ronnie,’ Hermione replied. ‘He’ll be more like a chaperone than anything else. Besides, it’s just one ball. It’s not like he’s asking to marry me.’

‘I should think not!’ Ronnie’s face was strangely angry. ‘You’re too good for him.’

Hermione felt her cheeks blush.

‘Thanks,’ she said. ‘Er, congratulations about you and Harry, by the way.’

‘You… you know about that?’ Ronnie asked.

Hermione nodded, wondering why the mood suddenly felt so tense.

‘Yes, he told me earlier. It was nice of you to go with him.’

‘You think so?’

‘Yes. I think you’ll have a great time.’

Hermione hoped that her voice didn’t sound as falsely-cheery as she suspected.

The Yule Ball was something of an event. It was interesting hearing from Viktor Krum about what Bulgaria was like, but she found herself distracted. Possibly due to the fact that Ronnie and Harry were sat only a few chairs down the table, and kept giggling over stuff. Ronnie was wearing a very lacy dress that Mrs Weasley had only managed to get third-hand; since Ronnie was so tall compared to most girls, her clothes had always been a bit… well, difficult to acquire on a budget. The dress was a few inches shorter than her normal summer shorts were, and Hermione had got the distinct impression that Harry was trying not to stare too much when they had walked through the crowd with the other champions and their partners.

Hermione probably would have enjoyed the dancing too, except that she kept looking round to see what Ronnie and Harry were up to. Ronnie’s hair was long and had a sweet flowery scent that seemed to follow it around the room. Her smile was wide as she danced with Harry, and the way she kept laughing made it difficult for Hermione to concentrate on her own dancing. Why was she so distracted?

‘Vould you like a drink?’ Viktor Krum asked, after a very fast song had finished.

Hermione nodded, and he left for the buffet table.

At that moment, Hermione noticed that Harry and Ronnie were walking towards the balcony area.

Deciding to catch up with them, Hermione darted between several other couple, and poked her head out through the curtains.

Her stomach turned to lead.

Harry was kissing Ronnie on the mouth, and Ronnie was kissing him back.

Stumbling backwards through the curtain, Hermione pushed through the crowd and began to make for the exit. However, she bumped into Ginny and Neville.

‘I’m… feeling a bit unwell,’ she mumbled. ‘Could you tell Viktor Krum that I’ve had to leave?’

Ginny and Neville nodded, but looked concerned and a little confused.

Hermione didn’t stop hurrying until she had arrived back in her dormitory. She washed her make-up off, changed into her pyjamas, and climbed into her four-poster bed.

She had started crying before her head even hit the pillow.

‘So… yeah.’

‘Bit weird, but… well, that’s it.’

It was the next day. Harry and Ronnie were talking to Ginny about what had happened. Hermione was eating her breakfast without looking at any of them.

‘So… are you two dating?’ Ginny asked.

Ronnie laughed nervously.

‘No; but… well, we’re gonna see how things change. If it’s not our cup of tea, we can stay friends instead.’

‘Yeah,’ Harry said, cheerfully. ‘Take a bit more than kissing for us to stop being best mates.’

‘Yeah, but…’ Ginny said, her eyes darting to Hermione and then back to Ronnie. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Er, yeah,’ Ronnie said. ‘H-Hermione, what do you think?’

Hermione blinked hurriedly.

‘Oh, I’m sure you two will be very happy,’ she said, a little too cheerfully. ‘I hope you don’t me being a third wheel, then. Anyway, we need to get to first period now.’

Harry nodded, and stood up.

Ronnie remained sitting, looking at Hermione with a slightly confused expression on her freckled face.

Ginny gave a sigh, and went back to her breakfast.

The next few weeks were not fun for Hermione. Ronnie and Harry had always been a duo and, now that they were sort-of together, Hermione had never felt more like a third wheel. Even though both of them were clearly trying their best not to exclude her, she couldn’t help but feel miserable.

And that wasn’t even getting into the way her heart would thump painfully whenever she caught Ronnie looking at Harry.

It was ridiculous. Hermione couldn’t be jealous! What was there to be jealous of? Harry was like a brother to her, so it clearly wasn’t that.

No, it was something else.

It was Ronnie.

Hermione was in love with Ronnie.

She tried to not think about this. Which normally would have been difficult. But luckily, they were both helping Harry about the second task, which took up a lot of time and mental headspace. And their coursework was so time-consuming that Hermione barely had time to think about her feelings for Ronnie.

Could girls even fall for each other? Hermione had read about that sort of thing happening, but she never would have imagined that it would happen to her.

The day before the second task, she (along with Ronnie) were helping Harry with his preparations for the second Triwizard task, when the Weasley twins arrived.

‘Ronnie, you and Hermione have got a message from Professor McGonagall.’

‘What?’ Hermione asked, confused. ‘She can’t seriously ban us from helping Harry, can she?’

‘No, she just wants you and Ronnie to go to Dumbledore’s office.’

Hermione exchanged confused glances with Ronnie.

When they arrived at Dumbledore’s office, they were not the only confused people there. Cho Chang was also there, plus a young girl speaking in fluent French who was presumably Fleur Delacour’s little sister.

Dumbledore explained about what the second Triwizard task was, and how it would include all of them. Each of the champions would have a hostage, who would be in an enchanted sleep at the bottom of the great lake. The hostages would be perfectly safe underwater, and would return to normal once they were brought back to the surface of the lake.

‘Professor,’ Hermione asked, raising her hand. ‘I don’t understand; why has Harry got both me and Ronnie as his hostages? And where is the hostage for Viktor Krum?’

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

‘Miss Granger, you are Mister Krum’s hostage, not Mr Potter’s.’

Hermione’s eyes widened in confusion. Viktor Krum? She was his “the person he would miss most”? Why? She’d been to the ball with him, but that was it. She hadn’t really spoken to him much since, aside from apologising for leaving the Yule Ball early. Why was she his hostage? Surely, he had friends from Durmstrang that would be a better pick?

Hang, on. Ronnie was Harry’s hostage. The person Harry would miss most.

So, that meant Ronnie was…

Hermione felt her heart sink. She couldn’t even look Ronnie in the eye, but she felt the redhead tense next to her.

Maybe Harry and Ronnie will become a full couple after he rescues her in the task, Hermione thought, miserably, as she slipped into unconsciousness from the sleeping spell Dumbledore had casted, I guess there never was any hope for me…

The next thing Hermione knew, she was treading water in the middle of the great lake. Viktor Krum was pulling her towards the shoreline. Her uniform felt heavy and sodden.

‘Where’s… where’s Harry and Ronnie?’ she asked, as Madam Pomfrey bustled them over to a tent nearby. ‘Haven’t… haven’t they come back yet?’

Madam Pomfrey patted her hand in sympathy, and tutted under her breath, as if she’d quite like a word with the person who came up with the idea for the second task.

A portion of pepper-up potion later, plus some warming spells, and Hermione was stood on the shoreline with Cho Chang and a very worried-looking Fleur Delacour. The French girl’s hostage was still down in the lake. Cho had put an arm around her.

‘They’ll be fine,’ the Ravenclaw was saying. ‘The judges won’t let any harm come to- oh, hello, Hermione.’

‘Hello. Have… have Harry and Ronnie got back yet?’

Cho shook her head.

There was a shout from the crowd, and Hermione looked round. Three people had just surfaced in the middle of the lake. Hermione could see a mane of very familiar red hair. Dashing past Viktor Krum (who seemed intent on chatting to her about something), Hermione wade into the shallows of the water. Fleur Delacour and Percy Weasley joined her.

‘I’m fine, Harry,’ Ronnie was saying, as Harry helped her towards the shore. The two of them were stood awkwardly in the shallows. Percy had stopped fussing over Ronnie, and had gone to find them some warm blankets, followed by the Delacour sisters.

Harry leaned forward and kissed Ronnie on the lips.

Hermione felt her heart sink and, turning away, she walked out of the lake, ignoring Viktor Krum’s renewed attempts at conversation, and left for the castle. People looked at her in confusion as she pushed past. She was glad that she had been given the pepper-up potion, as the February wind whipped through her.

Before she knew it, she was lying in her four-poster bed, crying her eyes out. She had somehow managed to close the curtains around her before she broke down completely. When was she ever going to get over this? She had no “claim” on Ronnie; after all, Ronnie liked boys, Ronnie liked Harry. And, next to Harry, why would Ronnie possibly look at Hermione? A bookworm. A girl. Just the best friend.

‘H-Hermione?’

Ronnie. Oh, god, Hermione thought, she can’t see me like this…

‘G-go away, Ronnie.’

‘What, and leave you miserable? Not on your life.’

‘I’m-I’m fine, Ronnie. J-just a bit exhausted from the task.’

‘Did… did Krum do something to you?’

‘No!’ Hermione exclaimed, pulling back the curtains of her four-poster. ‘Of course not! He’s barely even held my hand! What… how could you…’

‘W-well,’ Ronnie said, her ears turning pink. ‘You were “the person he would miss the most”, after all.’

Hermione stared at her for a second.

‘I don’t see Viktor Krum like that,’ she said, earnestly. ‘He’s… well… like a chaperone.’

‘He fancies you.’

‘You mean like Harry fancies you?’

Ronnie looked as if Hermione had slapped her.

‘You… you saw him kissing me, then?’

Hermione nodded.

‘Is that why you’re crying?’

Hermione mentally cursed. Her cheeks were still wet with tears.

‘I’m… I’m very happy for you both.’

‘Don’t insult my intelligence, Hermione,’ Ronnie said, hotly. ‘You’re clearly upset about it. What, you fancy Harry or something?’

‘What? No!’ Hermione said. ‘Harry’s like a brother to me! Why would you-’

‘Well, what’s your problem, then?!’ Ronnie exclaimed, coming to stand barely a few inches away from her.

‘Don’t be… it’s… well…I-’

‘Hermione, what is it?’

‘It’s not Harry that I fancy, Ronnie; it’s you!’

There was a deafening silence.

‘I… I shouldn’t have said that,’ Hermione mumbled. ‘Sorry, forget I-’

‘No, what do you mean?’ Ronnie asked. ‘Do… do you mean that?’

‘Y-yes,’ Hermione whispered. ‘I’m sorry. I know you don’t see me like that. I’ve ruined our friendship-’

Hermione stopped talking. Because Ronnie had suddenly leaned forward and was kissing her on the mouth. Hermione’s brain seemed to disengage. Ronnie’s lips were soft and delicate as they pressed against Hermione’s. The redhead’s body heat felt like a warm fire against her, despite how little they were touching.

A few seconds later, although it could have lasted for hours for all that Hermione knew, Ronnie pulled away slightly.

‘Do… do you really mean that?’ Ronnie whispered, her hands tender as they interlaced with Hermione’s. ‘You… you really fancy me?’

Hermione nodded, feeling very confused.

‘Yes. Ever since… actually, I don’t know when. But… why…’

‘I… I fancy you, Hermione,’ Ronnie said, softly. ‘I… I thought you didn’t feel the same way.’

‘You fancy me?’

‘Er, did I not just kiss you? Would have thought it’d be a giveaway…’

Hermione giggled.

‘Okay, I believe you. But how-’

The door opened. Harry poked his head through.

‘Everything okay?’

‘Yeah,’ Ronnie said, cheerfully as she held Hermione’s hand. ‘She’s okay. And so am I.’

‘Cool. And… did you both…’

Ronnie nodded.

‘Fantastic!’ Harry said, grinning. ‘I’m so happy for you two!’

‘W-wait, what?’ Hermione exclaimed, utterly at sea. ‘Harry, did… did you know?’

‘I guessed. Besides, me and Ronnie work better as friends anyway.’

‘You… you two aren’t a couple?’ Hermione gasped, looking between them both. ‘I thought… after you kissed at the lake-’

‘You are one daft maid,’ Ronnie chuckled, pecking her on the cheek. ‘But that makes two of us, eh?’

Hermione smiled, as she held Ronnie’s hand. Maybe, on occasion, the best friend did get the girl. Even if they were also a girl, too.

~~~~~~~~~

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Warnings again: Graphic descriptions of murder, Dubcon, Incest, Pre-meditated murder, Gore

Inspired by: Halloween, Micheal Myers and this post -> Here (The little brother bit of it)

This story can be read either entirely or you can skip, the middle background, you won’t really be missing the juicy bits since it just describes the early stages of his...infatuation

Enjoy!

Silence reigned over the living room save for the desperate wheezes of the dual toned man’s hair. The air hissed as it slipped into his greedy mouth, the heavy sound of his pants were followed by the almost painful expansion of his lungs. He wiped a gloved hand over his brow collecting the droplets that had accumulated throughout the ordeal.

His stormy eyes looked down at his hand, he saw his soiled reflection on the metallic steel. His pupils danced in dilation, his nostrils still flared. His blood was hot, scorching his veins as with every pound of his heart. He let the blade fall to the stained rug, fingers trembling with nerves? Adrenalin? Excitement?

It started with the curving of his lips, then a breathless chuckle until he was keeling over with laughter, tears in his eyes as his foot connected with the soft tissue of the body. He repeated the action kicking the belly of his victim, further soiling his shoes. The beige rug was stained a nauseating maroon, said color also decorated the sofa and he could feel the once warm liquid cool on his face.

A mess of blood and viscera was left in the place where the man had once cowered. He leered over the man’s body, a grin stretching his pale pink lips. His tongue swept over his lips as he leaned down to the man’s ear to whisper secretively.

“I’ve been wanting to do this to you the moment I set my eyes on you.” He chirped. “You’ve never deserved her” his fingers slid over the shredded skin of the man’s face as he plucked the crimson stained mask off his face. He stood up and slid the bloodied scream mask over his face, his menacing form illuminated by the colorful strobe lights that still circled the room. He turned towards the staircase of the house, It was time to pay you a visit and give you the good news.

His heavy footfalls creaked the stairs as he made his way up closer to you, his stomach fluttered with emotion and his elation twitched beneath his trousers. ‘Finally’ He thought as the door to your room whined open. ‘Finally’

Now you may be wondering how it all came to this. How such an unassuming man could take someone’s life in such a cruel and violent way. To explain that, we need to go back, back in time to the exact moment in which warmth seeped into the man’s heart. The moment in which he decided that he’d do absolutely anything for his older sister.. And that happened when he was a boy and it was all because of the touch of a hand…

(Backstory is optional, you can easily skip ahead towards the morning of the event)

There was a clear disinterest in the young child’s eyes as his eyes observed the glossy casket. He could hear the whispers of the surrounding guests. The susurrations of ‘what’s going to happen to the children’ ‘The young one doesn’t seem to care about what happened.’ ‘Shush it’s not like he understands what’s going on’ There were more whispers being dropped than there were tears but Shouto disagreed, he understood very well. He just couldn’t find it in himself to care.

His eldest sister Fuyumi bawled enough for the rest of the Todoroki siblings. Call him cynical but Shouto didn’t understand why he should cry, why he didn’t give a rats ass that the old man had kicked the can. He supposed he should care about the casket next to his father’s embalmed corpse but he wasn’t exactly close to his snowy haired brother. In simple terms he wasn’t moved by the theatrics and wanted nothing more than to go home. A home without Enji Todoroki, he wondered what life would be like now that his father was dead. Easier? He pondered on all the freedom he’d finally have…..

Shouto truly didn’t understand… He loathed that vile man and yet his eyes were wet with tears, his small nose stuffing as he sniffled. He had balled his small fists, clutching the dark cloth of his dress shorts, his eldest sister Fuyumi had her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking. She couldn’t console herself, not to mention her yonder siblings. It was at that moment that he realized how alone he was, Fuyumi seemed leagues away, so out of reach.

His older brother was furthest away the veil of death separating whatever comfort he may have received from the teen. A cold chill filled his small frame until something came and banished it. Your fingers interlocked with his as you drew him close, he glued himself to the warmth you provided, his body shaking as you hugged him whispering consolations.

“I-It’s going to be okay Sho.” You sniffled. “W-we still have each other.”

Shouto clung to you ever since, you were two years his senior, his beloved older sister who was always there for him. Sure he had Fuyumi but she wasn’t you, she was someone he had a familial tie to, someone who provided for the both of you, to him Fuyumi was just the guardian. She wasn’t special to him like you were, there wasn’t that connection, there wasn’t that bond. And sadly it never developed as Fuyumi had to leave the both of you for long lengths of time.

You however adored Fuyumi, you were grateful for her sacrifice of becoming something

akin to a parent towards you and Shouto. In your younger years you scurried about to help her with whatever you could and more often than naught it was watching Shouto while she worked. Your little brother was an oddball, he had a habit of following you around and refused to make friends so as not to leave you. Despite countless arguments of it not being an issue he held fast and you relented and allowed him to shadow you freely.

In all honesty the signs were all there, the youngest Todoroki would become hysterical when he didn’t know of your whereabouts, he was frustratingly clingy and hostile towards all of your friends. You had lost many friends due to your younger brother’s jaws of doom. No one wanted to play with you when your brother laid in wait like a piranha. This led to further skirmishes but Fuyumi wasn’t adept at dealing with such issues and reassured you that it was just a phase. So you sucked it up, you didn’t want to worry Fuyumi and add to her stress. ‘It’s probably not easy for her to raise us, especially since she’s younger herself.’

And so life went on, your brother’s clinginess never waned but it was diminished when he finally entered highschool. Regardless of him wanting it or not people began to gravitate towards him. To him it was the most annoying thing in the universe. He hated playing nice with his schoolmate, what was even the point? He didn’t care for them, he didn’t love them, they served no purpose and only helped in separating him from you. But he played nice. He played nice for your sake, he was your dear sweet little brother after all and he wouldn’t allow those nuisances to taint your vision of him.

Everything was going swell, Fuyumi was prosering and getting more and more busy. To his delight she’d leave for days on end on business trips as well. His days would start with him greeting you in the morning and you blessing his cheek with an innocent ‘good morning’ kiss. You’d walk to school, sometimes you’d blow off your friends to eat lunch with him, it always made him feel special, and then you’d walk home. He always loved it when Fuyumi was gone and the both of you were alone. It was almost like the two of you were husband and wife. The thought never failed at leaving him breathless.

It wasn’t weird. He had rationalized that it was only natural to marry the one you loved. Besides you had agreed to it when you were younger. However, not everyone was accepting of the loving relationship he had with you.

“Ew you call your little brother baby?” He had overheard the conversation on his way to your class.

“So? He’s my baby brother so I call him baby, it’s not a big deal.” You shrugged.

“It is kinda icky (Name).” The voice that had said it was deep and masculine and he didn’t like how his words made you pause. You should have fought against it, you should have told them to fuck off.

“O-oh…” You mumbled. “I g-guess he is a bit grown.” He had made his presence known after that, his haughty eyes lacerating your classmate. The smug teen had an arm looped around your shoulder and from the look on your face you weren’t opposed to it.

That was a turning point in your relationship. To his dismay you began to date that...guy. That fucker drove a wedge between you. You changed because of him, and he hated it. He despised it so so very much. The day he realized that your boyfriend had to be done away with was when he came home one afternoon, you had insisted he join an extracurricular activity and that had put an end to walking home with you. And so when he came home and he heard you, he ran to his room and peeled back the movie poster in his room, his blue eye widening in horror as that disgusting, vile, grotesque creature defiled you.

The tree at the edge of the property took the brunt of his emotions that day. His fists were split as he abused the bark of the tree, his teeth grinded viciously. All of his fantasies of being your first were dashed, all those nights researching, all those nights observing your body from his peephole, in order to know what you liked “Wasted!” When he walked back in you were adjusting your clothes in the kitchen making the bastard a sandwich.

“S-shouto!” You yelped. You no longer called him baby. You were startled until you took notice of his bruised knuckles. “Are you okay!?” You fretted, reaching out towards him. He flinched away from you, hurt.

“Bah leave the kid alone and stop coddling him, it’s just a flesh wound.” The thing scoffed.

“But it could get infected.” You mumbled.

“Ughh shut up already, where’s my food?” He asked you… Yes, Shouto despised that man. In his mind he had gouged out his perverse eyes and peeled back his grimey skin. You had regressed into yourself ever since you had gotten together with that guy. He dedicated your every move, and to add fire to the ever growing flames he had the audacity to put his hands on you.

“Leave him.” He hissed one day.

“I...I can’t Sho..I love him.” Love? Love he had scoffed. That wasn’t love, god he’d show you what love actually was if you would only leave that man. ‘If only he just died.’ This thought gnawed at the back of his mind as years passed and you remained in such a toxic relationship. By now your...he refused to call him your lover, by now your abuser had died in his mind over a billion times.

Prior to the murder…

(Backstory skippers, it begins here)

It was one of those rare days when that nasty shadow wasn’t looming over you, the both of you were sipping coffee as Fuyumi explained that she would be going abroad. It wasn’t anything new as work for her got busiest during the fall.

“H-He asked me to move out with him.” You smiled.

“Absolutely not.” He scoffed.

“I have to agree with our little brother on this one (Name).” You had blown up on them, screaming about them not understanding, until you were left sobbing in your chair.

“H-He can change… I know he can.” Needless to say, he didn’t. As soon as he heard that Fuyumi was half-way across the globe he pressured you into throwing a party. Luckily for you Shouto didn’t have any classes to attend and was willing to help you arrange the hastily put together party.

“I still can’t believe you're with him.” He mumbled as he arranged the red solo cups on the table.

“Trust me Sho I’ve tried to end it but…” You looked away from the youngest Todoroki until you felt his hand slide into yours.

“Remember, I’ve always got your back if you need me to fuck him up for him to leave you alone I’ll do it.” He smiled, his heart skipped when your arms wrapped around his neck. ‘Soon’ he thought, his arms tightening around your frame.

“I really don’t deserve you Shouto thank you.” You sniffled.

“It’s-

“The fuck are you two doing?” ‘Great’ Shouto rolled his eyes, pressing his lean body closer to yours. ‘It’s here’ “You sure your not tryna fuck your brother you little slut.”

“Of course not.” You mumbled, your arms tightening around your younger brother’s frame, he felt your body tremble, fear and anger coursing through your veins. Ever so slowly you stepped out of the protective embrace of your brother. You didn’t notice how Shouto clenched his jaw when that man’s hand came down on your ass. You shifted away from him but his hand caught you by the crook of your elbow. “What? No kiss? Don’t tell me you're still mad about me cheating on you.” He scoffed.

You looked away, a scowl on your lips. “C’mon babe how ‘bout I make it up to you?” He grinned. You weren’t interested instead you turned towards your brother.

“Are you inviting anyone?” You asked. You caught yourself staring at your younger brother who now towered over you, his dark eyes narrowed at your boyfriend, strong arms crossed against his beefy chest. You made out the way his sharp jaw clenched and it had just struck you ‘He’s gotten so handsome.’ You looked away when you noticed how his eyes softened when he turned towards you.

“Didya buy the booze I asked for?” The other man cut in. You nodded, grateful that Shouto had ran out and bought it for you while you hid all the valuables in the house. He dropped onto the couch unceremoniously and began to message his friends.

“So are you?” You asked once more as the both of you continued to put certain breakable items away.

“Maybe.” He shrugged, he wasn’t particularly interested in inviting the people who called him their friend.

“You should invite that one girl that used to go to highschool with you.” You hummed. “I’m pretty sure she had a crush on you~”

“She did.” He sighed. “I just wasn’t interested, besides inviting her would only make things....awkward.”

“Your so picky Sho, most sophomores in college are out there partying, living life and ‘fucking bitches’” You teased.

“Well I’m not like most men my age.” The drop of his voice startled you, the hair on your arms raising at the slight raspy tone. You excused yourself to change. This wasn’t the first time Shouto’s acted rather...suspicious around you. In his twenty years of life he had always shown particular favor towards you sometimes with an intensity that sort of scared you. It was like he..had feelings for you.

‘Ridiculous’ You chimed as you stripped out of your clothes. You had always reminded yourself that the thought was preposterous. ‘He’s still waiting for the right one, that’s why he’s never shown any interest in anyone.’ A small voice at the back of your head whispered a small doubt ‘except for me’. “Ludacris.” You huffed as you picked out what to wear and readied yourself, you chose a raunchy outfit, short sheer fabrics that tightened around your curves, heels that flattered the slopes of your calves and a pair of fluffy cat ears. Mittens were placed over your hands as you fastened the faux tail onto your waist.

You painted whiskers on your cheeks, your lips a deep shade of ruby. You looked stunning and you were planning on using your appearance to get back at your loser boyfriend. A smirk fitted your face ‘That assholes’ going to regret cheating on me’

Shouto shuffled over to a corner as strangers began to arrive at the family home. He noticed a couple of people from his major slither in but made no move to greet them. After all there was no need. The music was loud in his ears and the stench of sweat hung in the air like an off brand diffuser. It wasn’t long before the house became a clutter of bodies, they donned glitter and masks as they grinded against each other.

Plumes of smoke blurred the ceiling as people gathered around a bong one of his ‘friends’ had brought in. The breath of the people who came up to flirt with him was thick with the scent of booze. His vacant eyes scanned the crowd, various people dressed as sexy nurses, nuns, devils etc. There were some good ones, special effects decorated a realistic zombie, but not even the walking dead cosplayer could salvage the party. To him it was a miserable event, a violation of his and your sanctuary. All he could think of was how he wished he could recreate the sense from the collector 2. It put a smile on his face. Apparently his smile attracted his friends.

“Come on Todoroki!” Midoriya chimed holding up a cup towards him. “Have a drink” “Yeah loosen up and have some fun~” Ochako grinned. “Also~ Look who's here.” She

elbowed him in the gut, cocking her head towards a pretty long haired brunette dressed as a witch. He rolled his eyes, how many times did he have to tell these annoying people that he wasn’t interested in anyone.

“Look I know your a bit shy but she still likes you. Maybe you can go over there, chat her up a bit and who knows you might even get laid.” He was not amused. ‘There’s only one person I want to-’ He looked past the girl and his jaw dropped. He could feel his face warm up, his breath complete and utterly stolen.

“Wow.” He breathed. His friends assumed he spoke of the Yaoyorozu and nudged him over towards that general direction. He walked slowly towards you, you looked a sight. The neon lights made your skin glow, your liner giving your eyes a more cattish look that to him made you look downright sexy. Your exposed flesh teased his eyes and your lips. God he wished he could steal them.

His throat bobbed as he saw you drink from a plastic cup, your tongue running across your lower lip seductively. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, blood rushing south. His mouth watered and before he knew it someone obstructed his view of you.

“S-Shouto.” He frowned. “I noticed that you were looking at-

“I’m sorry but can you move out of my way?” He cut her off and made to walk away to pursue you. He was ready to risk it all, he was tired of waiting for you to notice him. Tired of being brushed aside and he was sick of watching someone as ethereal as you be treated like trash. Maybe now was his chance. Your ‘feelings’ for your boyfriend were waning and now was the perfect moment to sweep you off your feet to show you how he was the best choice for you.

Before he could walk away he felt the young woman grab his wrist.

“W-wait d-don’t you like me?” She asked. He scoffed, his eyes zoning in on you. He was trying not to let you out of his sight when he saw it. He grit his teeth in anger as you flirted with his senor. Mirio just smiled politely complimenting you as you leaned against him. Yaoyorozu looked at him watching as his grip on his cup tightened and how his eyes narrowed down at the tall blond. She finally understood. She recoiled away from him, drawing her hand back as if she had been burned.

Her lips curled in disgust, her eyes cringing in disbelief. She brought her hand up to her mouth. “I-I can’t believe it.” She whispered. “The rumors are actually true..”

“What?” He asked, his sharp gaze slicing through her. She backed up tossing her drink on his face.

“Get away from me you sick pervert.” she hissed.

“Hey!” You shouted, you marched up to the girl who tossed the beer into your brother’s face. You quickly noticed who she was and for the wrong reasons you understood why Shouto didn’t like her. From where you were standing you saw a rich, beautiful girl who was angry at your younger brother’s rejection. She had to go. “If your going to harass my baby you can just fucking leave.” You hissed.

“I’ll leave gladly.” She hissed. “You too fucking disgust me.”

“Sho are you okay?” You asked, your hand slipping into his. He looked down at it in disbelief, his heart swelled ‘She called me baby again. She’s here in front of everyone holding my hand.’ He couldn’t stop the furious flush from claiming his cheeks.

“Shouto?”

“I-I’m fine.” He smiled. It was a warm smile, something that unsettled his approaching friends.

“Good.” You beamed. “You should go change and actually put on a costume.”

He nodded mutely and walked past Midoriya and Uraraka, a blissful smile on his lips as he went up to change. He wondered if you’d like his vampire costume..

“Do you think..”

“Ha, no way it’s not possible…”

He checked his reflection a couple of times before heading downstairs, he wondered if you’d like the way he parted his hair. He’s heard people say it was sexy, he wondered if you thought he was sexually attractive. As soon as he reached the bottom step he frowned, your blubbering idiot of a boyfriend was piss poor drunk. And by the way he set his gaze on him Shouto knew he was going to have to exhibit an almost superhero level of self-restraint.

“Oi sissy boy, why you ain’t ever got a woman?” He slurred. “You gay or something?”

“Okay man I think you’ve had too many.” his friend waved him off trying to get him to leave.

“No I’m not dun speaking.” He stumbled as he swiveled over to look up at Shouto. “Listen here punk.” His rancid breath fanned across Todoroki’s face, and he couldn’t help but cringe his lips curling in disgust.

“Ya gotta problem wit meh? Always glaring at me an shit. Alway following my bitch around, you like her or sum? Your dick get hard for your sister?” He had started a commotion, a crowd soon gathering. Shouto had taken your panicked expression in and for your sake, he walked away. “That’s rite! Walk away you prissy bitch.”

When he came back the party was over and you were left cleaning up the mess. The lights were still swirling around the room and he could make out the lump of the man laying on the couch passed out. Your tired eyes were red rimmed as you smiled at him. “Hey Sho.”

It was when he saw the swelling in your left eye that he began to seethe. “He fucking hit you again.” He snarled, his fists balled up in fury.

“H-He said he was sorry…” You sniffed weakly, you were on your last legs. Tired of defending him yet he knew if the man brought you flowers and took you out for a night in the town you’d crawl back having forgiven him. He couldn’t have that, he wouldn’t. “I-It’s alright Shouto i-it doesn’t even hurt anymore.” You sighed as his thumb caressed your cheek his fingers lightly bruising against the inflamed area. You winced and it was only when you met his teary gaze that you began to cry. You cried in his arms, you cried in the arms of the only man who loved you, and the only man who would protect you. He vowed to do justice by you, you would just have to bear it for a while longer.

He kept his anger under wraps as he helped you clean, his grip on the broom was tight as he watched you go upstairs. It was then that his blood began to boil. But he would have to be patient, he fished out his phone waiting for you to be done showering. The texts he read over left him tugging at the roots of his hair. You hadn’t explained everything. Apparently he had hit you during the party in front of everyone then proceeded to throw everyone out. There were even videos!

White hot anger clouded his eyes, the snowy color was all that he could see as he walked into the kitchen. His heart beat in his ears and his blood was replaced by lava. He panted like something rabid, his vision fading and all of his previous fantasies coming to rest in the front of his mind. Soon his fingers wrapped around the cool metal of a kitchen knife.

He caught a glimpse of his expression on the metallic surface, red rimmed his eyes' malicious intent curving up his lips. His tongue ran across his bottom lip as he walked towards the living room. His footsteps were slow as he wanted to savor the moment, breath every detail in. Once he reached the man he tapped the knife against his scruffy cheek.

“You know.�� He whispered. “I’ve been wanting to kill you for so so long.”

He climbed over the man, his legs straddling his form. “You remind me of my father.” He smiled. “And I loathed him~ I didn’t mean to get Natsuo killed when I cut the breaks but” He paused to shrug. “It wasn’t a big deal. I got two for the price of one.” He chuckled, a frown soon slipped onto his visage. He wanted the man to be conscious for this. With out warning he backhanded the man without an ounce of self-restraint.

“Gah!” The guy panicked. His eyes wide and shifting as he tried to make sense of the situation, all he could feel was the booming pain on his cheek, a coppery liquid pooling in his mouth. “S-Shouto!?” He gasped confused. There was a strange smile on the young man’s face that he’d never seen, it was frightening and he struggled to buck the stronger man off him. “G-Get off me!”

“No.” He wheezed. “It’s funny, isn’t it! The feeling you feel right now? I’m pretty sure my big sister felt it all the time, unbridled fear.” He teased revealing the clean metal of the knife.

“T-This isn’t funny.” He stuttered.

“I know.” Shouto seethed. “It’s never been funny, the way you treat the love of my life, I never found that shit amusing.”

“Y-Your crazy!” He gasped, hyperventilating at the crushing weight and the palpable fear. “I-I’ll scream.” He warned.

“Oh” He nodded. “I’m counting on it.” He leaned closer to the man’s ear. “You see we have no close neighbors and well (Name)’s room is soundproof. You see.. I just couldn’t stand the sound of you touching her.”

“(Name)!” He yelled, he was met with an explosive pain, his jaw crunching under the force of the blow, teeth loosening, some even dislodging and sliding down his bloodied throat.

“You know how disgusting it was to watch you touch her? Watch you soil her perfect body.” He hissed, his fist colliding with his face repeatedly, until he stopped suddenly. “But that’s okay.” He laughed caressing the soiled face of the deadman.

The man whimpered in pain, garbled noises bubbling from his busted lips. Crimson bubbles popped as he tried to beg for the Todoroki to spare him. “Shh shush I haven’t told you why it’s okay. It’s okay because I plan to erase all of that, all those nasty hurtful touches, they’ll be replaced by my loving hands, my lips and my dick. It’ll be fantastic and the best part is that little ol’ you won’t be a part of it.” THe tip of the knife booped his nose and the man scrambled to get up when he felt Shouto’s weight leave him.

Shouto didn’t know what to name the feeling coursing through his veins. He was ecstatic, he was angry and the thoughts of the future had him giddy. Blood had rushed south and he felt drunkenly dizzy. ‘Woah let’s not get carried away’ he tried to rationalize ‘We still have to deal with him.’ The man held his dislocated jaw and tried to make a run for it. But in his still drunk and confused state all he could manage was a stumble.

It was then that Shouto came down upon him, he plunged the knife into the soft flesh of the guy’s belly. His wide eyes gazed into Shouto’s blank excited ones and he couldn’t even hold the wound as he was repeatedly stabbed. His thin flesh squelched with each plunge, his life seeping and splattering around his perimeter. Shouto didn’t relent not even as his body slumped to the ground. Instead he followed him down, he snarled and growled as he attacked the man.

He thought of all he had put you through, how he made you shrivel and curl into yourself like a cooked shrimp of all of the times he talked him down and of the distance he had forced between you. He gasped and panted as he straddled the limp body of another nuisance he had gotten rid of. After a while he pulled back and stood.

There you laid, body rising and falling in slumber, completely unperturbed by what had happened just beneath your room. You were beautiful. You had changed into more comfortable clothes for sleep and he quietly peeled back your covers to observe. His fingers stained the duvet as he bunched it up at the end of the bed. He pulled off his gloves and let his fingertips ghost over your legs. You shivered cutely at the light touch.

He smiled beneath his bloodied mask, he figured he should trick you for a bit before he revealed the news. He climbed atop the bed, the mattress dipping underneath his weight. His fingers ghosted up your legs, cold digits reaching the crotch of your pants. He pressed his palm against the soft indent of flesh, his heart sped up at the warmth emanating from your most intimate place. He’d only ever dreamed of this.

“Hmm” You sighed in your sleep, your eyes fluttering open when you felt the cold fingers. You sat up confused. You called the name of your lover and Shouto chuckled darkly. You huffed in annoyance when he didn’t answer. “I thought I said I didn’t want to see you anymore.” You frowned. “Hello, you listening? Ugh are you still drunk.”

You flinched when he raised his hand and your brother felt his heart break at the reaction. ‘Don’t worry from now on I won’t let anyone else lay their hands on you.’ His hand slid up to your face and he cupped your cheek gently, pressing his masked forehead against yours. You were thoroughly confused.

You were used to your boyfriend coming into your room for makeup sex but he was never this gentle with you. The thought of him meaning he was really sorry crossed your mind but, the fingers caressing your cheek didn’t feel like your boyfriends’ but it did feel familiar and it was comforting. It wasn’t long before he began to tug your clothes off your body, his hands traced your form appreciatively and you sighed blissfully at the feeling.

“H-Hey at least take off your mask.” His silence was strange but you welcomed it. His hands came over your eyes, gently closing them. You caught on and kept them closed as you heard the rustle of clothes. It was then that you felt the press of smooth lips against your own. His fingers traced every inch of your body caressing the smooth flesh as his lips pressed soft kisses on your lips. Shouto swore there would never be anything better than your plush lips pressing against his own.

Well that was his thought, until his fingers pressed against your slick lower lips. He buried his face in your neck, face flushed as you curled your arms around his neck. The soft squish of your wet lips had him throbbing and he let his fingers pet your clit as he worshiped the delicious length of your neck. You were on cloud nine as he kneaded and massaged your doughy flesh. His lips suckled on your breasts, tongue lavishing the hardened buds in attention as his fingers continued to swirl and tap against your swollen pearl.

“Nngh” You gasped when you felt his fingers slip inside of you, your fingers coming up to fist his soft his, your other hand clawing at his broad shoulders. It was the feel of these textures that spurred you to open your eyes. “S-Shouto!” You moaned.

His blue grey eyes slinked up to meet your gaze, his lidded expression filling your cheeks with warmth. Your jaw unhinged in another gasp as his thick fingers continued to slide inside your warm fleshy walls. Your mouth parted in protest “W-What are y-y-” Soft lips caught your own and your eyes enlarged as you felt your younger brother's tongue slide past your lips. The warm wet muscles gliding over your own.

His other hand palmed your breast fingers squeezing the supple flesh that was still covered in a thin layer of his saliva. You pressed your hands to his chest. ‘T-This is wrong! You thought as his tongue rolled in between your teeth. When he pulled away there was a string of saliva that broke off.

“I love you.” He breathed, placing his lips where he knew they belonged.

“Ah~” You didn’t mean to let the sound slip, but his fingers had curved inside of you and with every thrust he put pressure against your g-spot. Your hand went to his wrist in order to halt his movement.

“S-Shouto s-stop this is wrong, y-your my-

“Little brother.” He finished his mouth sucking on your neck. “I don’t care about that, in my opinion it just means we’re more connected.” His smile shocked you but what you felt against your thigh shocked you even more.

“I-”

“Shh there’s no one to stop us.” He whispered. “No one to stop me from showing you how you should be loved.”

Your mouth opened and closed as you struggled to string together something coherent. Your protests resumed when he slid his other hand down your body, he leaned up allowing you to see the light sheen of sweat that highlighted the strong muscles of his body. And your eyes looked down his cut abdomen towards the bi-colored trail of hair leading down towards his weeping cock. His eyes met your and your face caught fire. You were about to draw into yourself and curl your body away from his lustful gaze when his large palms slid underneath your thighs.

Your back hit the bed as he leaned his face closer to your cunt. You mind was still reeling, ‘G-get a grip (Name)! Your baby brother’s face is legit inches from your puss-

“Oh fuck.” You gasped as his hot tongue slid up the length of your slit. His tongue traced your lips, tongue curving into the folds of your labia before sliding back up towards your needy clit. When his tongue began to flick against the sensitive nerves you were lost. You arched your back pressing your pussy closer to his face practically begging him to suck you dry.

He obliged, his mouth closing around your clit, fingers finding home base deep within your deliciously warm walls. You pulsed and trobbed around his finger and he swore he was dreaming. You tasted better than he imagined, you sounded better in person than from behind a wall. And god you just looked so damn amazing.

“S-Shouto!” You cried. He moaned into you. Fuck yes that was all he ever wanted, all he needed, he need you to say it again to call his name out so desperately. He was grinding against the mattress as he let your warmth suffocate him. He held you close as you began to tremble your legs clamping over his head as you came around his tongue.

“Hah~” He pulled back, his lips sticky with your slick, he wasted no time in capturing your lips once more. “Big sis I love you so much.” He gasped. “I -I want to show you how much.”

“B-baby this is wrong.” Your protest was weak, no one had ever touched you like Shouto, no one had loved you as unconditionally as him, but this was morally wrong.

“Don’t you love me?” He asked.

“Of course I love you.” You replied.

“Then there’s no problem.” He smiled. He settled in between your thighs, the head of his cock pressing against your pussy. He could seriously cum right there and then by just the incredible sight. And when he pushed into your hole he melted. He felt even more complete with every inch he fed into you. “I’m inside of you (Name).” His grin was practically euphoric and you fluttered around his impressive size.

Then he began to move. He praised the feel of you, his length sliding in and out, slow and deep. That night Shouto made due on his promise to love you, and as you drifted off to sleep he replayed the moment, relishing in how you claimed to love him.

When you awoke the next morning your mind slapped you with what had occurred last night. The horrors of you claiming to love your little brother cock filled you with a crippling sense of shame. You hadn’t woke to him next to you but after dressing you went to find him. You had to let him know that that couldn’t happen again.

You hugged yourself as you walked down the stairs, from your spot you could see Shouto in the kitchen, on the table were two bowls and a box of your favorite cereal. ‘It’s now or-. The smell hit you first, a strong nauseating smell that you were only used to smelling during your heavier flows. Your blood drain and in its place your heart pumped liquid nitrogen. You reeled back as you caught sight of the body in front of you, you stumbled over your feet, your ass meeting the floor. Tears dripped down your chin as you tried to make heads or tails of what you saw.

“What are you doing on the floor?” You heard your brother ask. He then noticed what you were looking at. “Oh.. Oh! I forgot to tell you the good news yesterday since we were so caught up.” He blushed.

“G-good news..”

“Yeah, good news, that’s no longer in the picture.” He beamed. “Now come on you must be hungry~”

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