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balloontrash · 8 months
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Dead to Me Part 5 (Finale)
A/N: I cant believe this is still getting notes after like 3 years of not updating. I'm feeling inclined to write for other fandoms but I really didn't want to leave this unfinished before I moved on. Especially if people are still reading. This is long overdue, hope you like <3
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Summary: Y/n reflects on why the friendship broke in the first place and is ready to finally face the promise she broke.
Warnings: literally one curse
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
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"No secrets ever. Thats the secret to a successful friendship I'm sure of it," Richie states after a long rant about a magazine article he read. The article was talking about the causes of friendship breakups and Richie was determined to make sure he never had to go through one with Y/n or any of the other losers.
Y/n was listening quietly, occupied with her own homework. Y/n was sitting on the couch while her best friend paced around the room like a teacher giving a lecture. She did catch most of his monologue while briefly turning her attention to her assignment. Every once in a while she'd nod her head in agreement. She failed to notice the end of the rant, so when Richie turned to her expecting agreement, he was shocked to see she wasn't paying attention.
Richie rips the paper out of her hands to Y/n's protest.
"Were you not listening at all?" Richie stares at her, offended. Y/n grabs the paper back out of his hand. "The entire fate of our friendship could depend on this conversation."
"You're being dramatic. I was listening, I just zoned out during the last part," She replied, trying to fix the creasing in the paper caused by Richie's action. Richie sat down next to her on the couch. He grabs her head with both his hands and forces her to look up at him. Y/n blushed slightly as his hands remained cradling her face. His face has turned serious, as if it was really important that she listened to everything he said. Y/n drops her pencil, signaling to him she was listening.
"I don't want us to ever stop being friends, and I hope you feel the same way too." Richie's tone was soft but stern. A pit in her stomach formed when he said the word friends. If that was all he wanted, it was better to hear it now. A part of her wanted to disagree; tell him she wanted to be more than that. That she hoped they could some day drop the friends label. It was the wrong time to say it. In fact, Y/n could never seem to find the right moment to say it. Y/n hesitated before nodding her head in agreement. Richie continued, "That's why I want us to promise that we won't keep secrets from each other. Whatever is going on, you tell me and I'll tell you. We can't hide anything important from each other. I want you to promise."
Y/n's heart started racing. To promise meant she'd need to tell him the one secret that has been weighing on her chest. The one secret that is single handedly keeping their friendship from falling apart. She couldn't tell him, but she also couldn't tell him why she couldn't make the promise. But in that moment with his hands holding her cheeks, staring deep into her eyes, how could she ever deny his request. So she said it.
"No Secrets," Y/n nodded her head slowly, eyes fixed on Richie's, breaking it before it was even made. "I promise."
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Y/n couldn't shake Richie's voice out of her head from the last time they spoke. "I'm your best friend for fucks sake. Aren't we supposed to tell each other everything? No secrets remember? What the fuck happened to that shit?"
The losers were urging her to make things right, but no one was quite sure how to do it. Both Richie and Y/n were left heartbroken. It was Y/n's fault. She knew it. There was no denying it. She was just so aggravated that day, but nothing justified what came out of her mouth. She didn't mean any of it, but there was no way to explain that to Richie now, especially after seeing his face break in front of him.
Y/n ran. Ran from Richie, ran from her mistake, ran from her feelings. The laughable thing about all of this was, Richie was right that day on that couch. Their friendship broke over a stupid secret, just because Y/n was too scared to face it.
She was back with the losers, discussing Y/n's attempts to talk to Richie at lunch the day prior. Y/n was curled up on the floor with her back resting on the couch. Bev was sitting on the couch above Y/n, her head resting on her hand. The rest of her friends sprawled out around the room. It was almost normal if it wasn't for the quiet that filled the room. It was obvious someone was missing, the exact someone we were trying to get back.
"So he just walked off without letting you talk?" Eddie questioned, pacing around the room. Y/n nods slightly in response.
"How are we going to get them to talk about anything if Richie won't even stay long enough to listen," Stan spoke up. He was seated on an arm chair near the couch. His arms crossed over his chest. If anyone asked him, he was upset with Y/n. He would never say it, but he didn't have to. It was obvious he believed it was Y/n's fault the friend group was disrupted in the first place. If it wasn't for Richie leaving, he would've been fine with her exit. "He's refused to talk to us either"
"E-even if he d-d-oes listen w-what d-does Y/n/n s-s-say?" Bill asks. "I-it's not like i-i-i-it's an easy f-fix."
Y/n sat in silence, listening to her friends debate the situation. Bill was right. There wasn't a lot that could be said that would easily solve the issue. His heart was broken and she assumed it was because of their friendship. From her view point, their friendship was platonic because he wanted it to be. She wasn't ready to give up her feelings to Richie, but that was the reason why it broke. It didn't matter now since there was no friendship to save. She broke their promise.
Y/n was deep in thought and the rest of the losers were starting to notice. Bev's voice broke her thought. She turned to the rest of her friends, all of them waiting in anticipation. Y/n turned to Bev.
"I need to tell him," Y/n said. Bev understood immediately. She stood up "Its a little late but..."
"Okay but Y/n/n why? There's not a guarantee he's going to want to hear it," Mike asked, a look of worry on his face. "Don't break your heart further."
"the only reason I didn't tell him was because I was afraid to break our friendship. I did that anyway. There's nothing to lose," Y/n was still trying to convince herself this was the right thing to do. She wasn't so sure, but it was the only way she could think of. She needed to be honest.
No secrets this time.
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She wasn't going to wait till school to confront Richie. It was now or never. She left her friend's basement and headed down the familiar route to Richie's house. All the while prepping her speech in her head, trying her best not to imagine how he'd respond. The point was to get him to listen.
Before she knew it, she was in front of his house. Amber's car not present in the driveway, easing Y/n's nerves just slightly. It didn't look like anyone was home actually. She stood at the door for a minute before she knocked.
It took a moment for anyone to answer the door, but when it did, there was Richie shocked to see who was in front of him. His face quickly changed from shock to confusion as his eye brows furrowed.
"Don't close the door," Y/n started, her voice obviously nervous. She looked behind him quickly, scanning the house for anyone else. "Just please listen to me. I need you to listen."
Richie stood silent for a moment, but eventually took a step forward and closed the door behind him. A silent signal to continue. This was a first step, Y/n noticed. Before she could calm down, she noticed Richie's anger. He was so obviously hurt and being in front of him just made it worse.
"I have been listening haven't I?" Richie voice was venomous, but Y/n expected it. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with me? So why do you keep showing up?"
"Because I broke our promise," Y/n spits out. There was no use in arguing, she had to get to the point while he was still listening.
"What?" His voice softened.
"Our promise... No secrets." Richie scoffed at the reminder, but Y/n continued. "I fucked up our friendship because I was too scared to a stupid secret."
Richie didn't dare speak. She had his full attention now. He didn't know what he was going to hear, but part of him still hoped it would be about him.
"I broke the promise as soon as I made it, but I couldn't tell you because I thought it would break us. I broke us anyway. I didn't come here to try to take back what I said, I know I can't," Y/n didn't break eye contact once while she spoke. She needed Richie to know she was serious, in the same way he looked at her when he forced her to swear honesty. "All I can do is tell you what I didn't."
She paused. Richie no longer looked at her with such venom. He was listening, not trying to fight back, not making any snarky comments. Not being the Asshole he usually was. He was listening, almost hopeful. It scared her, not knowing what that hope was for.
The words felt like knives scrapping at the back of her throat. It was suffocating. This was not how she imagined she was going to be confessing her love for her best friend. She lied to Mike, there definitely still was something to lose. Rejection was almost guaranteed and she knew it when she walked to the door. No matter what happened, that would still hit harder than anything that has happened. Richie didn't deserve to be hurt the way she hurt him, but Y/n was ready to face her own heartbreak in order to make it right. As he looked at her eager for something, it was all that she owed him.
"You were my secret."
Her voice was quiet and strangled, but it was clear as day. shivers were sent down Richie's spine. He couldn't believe what he had heard. He was confused, unsure if it meant what he thought it did.
"I loved you, Richie. And I ran and hurt you and I am so so sorry," Tears had began falling from her eyes. She looked away, too scared to face Richie. She wanted to run just like she did before, but she couldn't she wouldn't do that again. "There was no one else. There was no Mike. There was no Bill. There was no jock, no one you ever asked about. There was you and I was so scared if I told you, there wouldn't be. But I lost you anyway and hurt you in the process. I'm not asking you to love me or forgive me or to enter your life again. But the losers, they don't deserve to lose you too. It was my mistake, blame me, don't blame--"
"Do me a favor and be quiet."
Richie's hands were back on the side of Y/n's face. She looked up at him shocked. She was so close to him. His face only inches a part from him. She couldn't read his expression. Pity maybe, condolence. No. It was love.
Richie leaned in to kiss Y/n's tear stained cheeks.
"I broke the promise too."
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ssadumba55 · 3 months
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Masterlist: It
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All my writing for It in it's various different media forms, the book, 1990 miniseries and 2017/2019 movies will be linked here!
Imagines full one shots featuring your favourite It characters
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charliedawn · 6 months
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Can you do one with the slashers (including Five) where she's very talkative and is always happy, like she loves to cook for others, always has a smile, basically a golden retriever and how they would react to her?
🤞- anon
Michael Myers :
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Michael didn’t know how to react at first. He kept staring at you and you thought he was even irritated by your cheerful behaviour.
You were sad to see that no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t find a way to speak with him.
But one day, he entered the kitchen and wordlessly started watching you. You asked if he needed anything, but he didn’t seem to want anything else than to watch you.
You indulged and soon, you found out that Michael seemed to be learning. He kept watching the movements of your hands when you cut and cooked. And when you had your back turned, he would pick up where you left off and try to help you.
Michael is not exactly talkative, but once he warms up to you ? He’ll try his best to help you.
Bo Sinclair :
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Bo wasn’t used to having a sunshine in his life. He barely talked to you at first and preferred to keep his distance.
He worked on his car. He ignored you most of the time, but you were persistent.
You would come into the garage and bring him cookies almost every week. And you kept him company whenever you could.
You were a talker, but he didn’t mind. He likes talkers.
You *sitting down on a table nearby and pushes a plate with a sandwich on it towards him* : "You should eat something."
Him *smiles and chuckles before tilting his cap at you and taking a bite of the sandwich* : "Thanks, lovely. Ya too good with me, sun cake."
"And one day all that kindness is gonna come to bite ya in the ass." He thinks, but doesn’t say. He simply looks at your beaming smile and winning attitude and shakes his head.
He will keep his mouth shut—for now.
Vincent Sinclair :
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Vincent didn’t really know what to make of you at first. He kept himself busy in his room and rarely got out for anything else than mandatory community meals.
And when he did, he didn’t speak.
He just stared at you. And whenever you would talk to him, he would either ignore you or look away.
Vincent is not very social, but he would ask his brother to handle the talking part when he needs something…
Bo *approaches you* : "Hum…Vincent asked me to give you this ?" *gives you a wax figurine*
You *smile before looking at Vincent—hidden behind Bo—with a bright smile* : "Thank you, Vincent !"
Him *blushes profusely*
He would eventually get used to you, but it would take a lot of time and patience for the both of you to end up close enough for him to actually trust you.
Jason Voorhees :
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Jason stayed away at first, but he did observe you. His eyes would follow you wherever you went, and specifically when interacting with the other slashers.
He would also never make the first step to properly introduce himself. But, he’d be happy to see you try to come towards him.
You *smile* : "Hey there, Jason. What are you carving today ?"
Jason *smiles shyly before showing you a small wooden frog figurine*
Once you gained his trust, he’d protect you from the other slashers—especially from Freddy.
If you’re the golden retriever ? He’ll be the German Shepherd. One word from you and he’ll kill whoever you want.
Freddy Krueger :
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Unlike the rest of the slashers, Freddy has no boundaries or shyness. He’ll be up in your face from the start with the biggest sh*t-eating grin ever and introduce himself to you.
Freddy *extends his hand forward* : "Helllllo there, gorgeous. Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes ?! Name’s Freddy. What’s yours ?"
Creep alert.
Freddy is NOT a decent person. And he doesn’t know how to react when it comes to sunshine people. He’d be all flirty jokes and dirty talk.
Freddy *clearly staring at your behind* : "Hey there, peach. How are you doing this morning ?"
You *turn around with a smile* : "Very good. Thank you, Freddy. How about you ?"
Him *seems confused* : "Huh ? I was talking to your sweet a—!"
Jason *mighty punches him in the face*
As I said, Freddy is the master of discomfort.
Yeah…Don’t meet Freddy first.
Norman Bates :
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Norman loved your enthusiasm and your want to help. He asked you to help him multiple times and you always did with a smile on your face.
You took care of the residents in his motel and never complained. You knew who he was, but you never let that stop you from caring about him.
He grew soft on you, and even though he was meant to kill you at first…He couldn’t.
Instead, he kept you around and found a worthy companion in you. He brought you on his daily walks and even opened up on his most secret thoughts.
Even his mother grew fond of you as she learned to respect you and the effort you put in the motel and in taking care of her son.
Norman *smiles as he gives you a cup of you favourite drink* : "Here you go, darling."
You *smile and thank him*
Jack Torrance :
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Him : "Well well…Aren’t you simply delightful, sugar pie ?"
Jack found the situation funny. They had had many nurses come and go, but none of them as sweet and positive as you.
When you entered the kitchen, he comically pulled out sunglasses from his breast pocket and put them on his nose while watching you prepare breakfast.
Jack is usually the first one up. He likes to have his morning coffee before anyone else because he doesn’t like loud noises in the morning.
He usually never eats breakfast, but you actually forced him to after you noticed how he seemed to never eat.
Him : "I don’t need that much food, sunshine. I can survive a day with just coffee in my tank. But, thanks for the concern."
To which you simply made him breakfast everyday until he finally decided to eat. Just because he was tired of seeing your sad face when you had to throw away the food.
Brahms Heelshire :
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Brahms got attached to you from the start.
He saw you as a chance to get attached to someone, the occasion to replace Greta.
And even better, you weren’t scared of him and helped him take care of his doll. You fixed him meals and brought them to his room when he didn’t feel like eating with the others. You willingly spent time with him. And he was grateful for it.
Him *grabs you from behind and hugs you tightly*
You *smiles and kisses his forehead* : Good morning, Brahms."
Brahms *hugs you tighter*
He is a physical affection kinda boy. He loves hugs, kisses and scratches on his scalp.
And once he knows you are safe ? He’ll follow you around like a lost puppy and carry you around if you’d let him.
Pennywise/Penny :
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Pennywise *gives you the side eye* : "…Don’t smile so much."
You *puzzled* : "What ?"
Pennywise *growls* : "Your smile. It’s annoying. Why do you always smile so much ?"
You waited a few seconds before answering him.
"The slashers deserve someone who can smile with them—even you."
It left Pennywise stunned. And you left him with his thoughts. Pennywise normally didn’t mind people smiling because it usually meant dinner for him. But, you didn’t smile at them the same way his old victims did. You knew perfectly well who he was and what he had done. And yet, you still smiled at him without a care in the world. It made him upset because Pennywise doesn’t like things he doesn’t understand.
Unlike Penny who actually loved you from the start. Penny was excited to see someone so fun and outgoing. He quickly got used to you and your cheerful personality.
Five Hargreaves :
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Five was actually an old friend of yours. He was the reason you had heard about St Louis in the first place.
He was relieved when you got the job, but he noticed you seemed a little worried.
When he pulled you apart, you confessed that not a lot of the slashers had actually approached you and that most of them seemed to be ignoring you. So, you asked if maybe they didn’t like you for a reason.
But, Five was quick to reassure you.
Him : "The slashers aren’t used to affection. Be patient and they’ll eventually get used to you."
You : "I just hope they’ll like me."
Five *smiles* : "Don’t worry. They’ll like you. I’m sure of it."
Five cheered you up as he bit his lower lip in order to restrain himself from telling you that he was glad that the slashers seemed to leave you alone…because he wanted you safe.
And because you were the only ray of sunshine this hospital had and he didn’t want you to change.
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black--cherryy · 5 months
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Let's talk about how an actual "Patrick crushing on u" would look like. No, there's no romantic love story..Unless people wanna stay delusional
⚠️ Trigger warning (for some idk)
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Him being obsessed and even K.. you if u leave and then maybe K himself.
Yes Sex might be true but also forcing it upon u
He would stalk u anytime no matter what u do.
But u guys still can have fun cuz I'm sure he would do a lot of jokes and such.
He would brag about his fridge and what he got inside
If he had a crush on u then he would stare like a lot
Probably bully u with the boys but more in a inappropriate way
Follow u to the restrooms
Always throw in little papers with maybe creepy texts in ur locker
Won't leave u alone and always hit on u
U won't have one calm day. He would be always bothering u
At nights he would climb up to get into ur open window and get into ur room
Or throw little stones at ur window to wake u up and see u just for one second.
He would find it attractive to bother u and see ur pissed and bothered reaction.
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polisena-art · 8 months
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Part 4
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Everybody knows mango and milk is a deadly mix! Except, of course, if you're not Brazilian... (This is a popular myth told to children to this day). OG Esp/Port version under the cut!
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suntails · 1 year
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blaithnne · 15 days
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Oh so I’m supposed to choose one outfit for The Goldie O’Gilt? Get a fucking grip lad
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prettygirls0nly · 1 year
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Possessive - Patrick Hockstetter
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• You became friends with the Bowers Gang over the summer.
• All of your friends and classmates were out of town, except, of course, the 4 boys that made the Bowers Gang. So after a couple of really boring days, you came up to them and started a conversation.  
• You were surprised to find out that after what seemed like an endless amount of weird and sexual comments they could have a normal conversation.
• The first person to warm up to you was Henry. He asked you questions about yourself and invited you to come along with them to Quarry (with the disapproving faces of his friends, of course.)
• After that day, the guys picked you up every day to bring you with them to party's or to just drive around town. Everyone seemed to be happy with the new company, except Patrick...
• You didn't talk a lot and opted to stay quiet when you were together in the backseat of Belch's car. But, when one late and drunk night you got left alone with him in a room for whatever reason, a conversation sparked between the two of you. You talked for what seemed like hours and a friendship has existed ever since that day.
• The last couple of weeks of maybe the best summer of your life flew by in what seemed like seconds.
• You were a little sad. Not only did school start again, but your friendship would probably be forgotten and you'd have to go back to your old friends.
•  But when the first day of school, the familiar blue Trans Am pulled into your driveway, you knew that this school year was going to be much different than the ones before.
• Your friendship stayed the same and lucky for you, you even shared some classes with The guys. Math, History, and English with Henry, and Chemistry with Patrick.
• Because you shared so many classes with Henry, you two grew closer. You did homework and projects together and you tutored him for Math.
• Although you spent a lot of time with Henry, you still made time for time for the others. After school, you hung out with them all at the Quarry, and every night Patrick knocked on your bedroom window. The two of you talked, and talked, and talked, for hours. And one night you both fell asleep on your bed.
• The morning after was also the moment Patrick realized that he had a crush on you. You just looked so cute. Laying there with your eyes closed, your pink lips slightly parted, and your face only inches away from his. It took him everything to not press his lips to yours, but he was a good boy and quietly climbed out of your window.
• After that morning, Patrick felt a strike of jealousy hit him every time he saw Henry put an arm around you or just touched you. Every time he saw it he just wanted to rip you out of his touch and kiss you right in front of them and show them you were his, and only his.
• So when one day he sees Henry put his arm around your waist and push you to him, he couldn't contain himself anymore. He practically ran to his friend and wrapped his hands around your arm before pulling you away from Henry.
- "What the fuck?" Henry cursed as he looked at his friend with a bitter look. Patrick, however, chooses to ignore his friend and let his eyes settle on your figure that now stood in his arms. As his eyes looked at you, you couldn't help but blush. His stare was so intense and so hungry...
"Don't let him put a finger on you again, I'm the only one that gets to touch you."
• That day after you left, Patrick shouted some words and threats at Henry and made sure that after today he'd be the only one that got touch you.
• Not long after that day Patrick gathered all his courage and went up to you.
- "Hey, Patrick!" You exclaim as Patrick climbs through your bedroom window.
"Hey, I need to talk to you." Patrick nervously scratches the back of his head and sits down on your desk chair. You sigh and quickly follow behind him before sitting down on his lap.
"If this is about Henry. He hasn't even looked at me for the last couple of days." Normally those words would've brought a smile to his face, but he was to focused on keeping down the whimper that threatened to leave his lips as he felt parts of you rubbing against him that he had never felt before. "Patrick?" You say and put a hand on his cheek. "You still there?" Patrick snapped out of his trance and looked at you. God, why did you need to look so beautiful?
"Y-yeah, I just need to tell you something." You nod and Patrick takes a final breath. "I like you, Y/N. And I want you to be mine."
You smile as you listened to his words. You already knew he liked, you were kinda just waiting for him to confess. And now that you hear his slightly nervous confession, you can't help but feel a little happy. As you thought about your answer, Patrick looked at you with nervous eyes. Did he just fuck it up?
After a couple of seconds, you looked into his eyes and cupped his cheeks. "I think I'd like to be yours, Patrick." As you finish your sentence you lean and let your lips collide in a gentle kiss.
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super-nova5045 · 2 years
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IM CRYING LMAOOOO
my friend has a family friend who went to primary school with finn wolfhard and apparently he was invited to finn wolfhard’s birthday in 2nd grade and this poor family friend didn’t know how to sign birthday cards and signed it “love from JJ” and finn wolfhard called him gay 💀💀💀 IM ACTUALLY LOSING IT 
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yandere-toons · 1 month
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Reader: Time to check if the house is safe before I go to bed!
*yelling down basement stairs* Hey, are there any stalkers down there?
Yandere, poking head out: No, it's okay!
Reader: Okay, thank you!
Steelbeak and Lesbian Reader vibes
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disneytva · 4 months
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amoraswan · 4 months
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pennywise a real one for killing eddie before he could experience covid. he would have LOST IT
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satansapostle6 · 4 months
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Josh Futturman has always had a crush on his beautiful coworker, the sharp, sexy scientist he thought he could only dream of talking to.
Warnings: Mature themes/language. Smut. Oral(F receiving). Fingering. Praise kink. Slight degradation. Slight choking.
(Minors DNI.)
Part Eight: Gift Exchange
“Are you sure you wanna go to my house? Not, like, a Taco Bell parking lot, or Guantanamo Bay, or something?” Josh asked hopefully for the umpteenth time even after they had arrived. “You really don’t have to meet my parents on the first date.”
“I’m sure, Josh,” Brynne laughed as they got out of the car. “Besides. I like meeting people’s parents. Especially when they’re nice.”
“You say that, until they start trying to convince you to move in.”
“If they show me your baby pictures, I’ll rent a U-Haul.”
“Oh, God,” Josh sighed, dreading the interaction as he unlocked the front door.
Josh opened the door for Brynne, as the two of them entered the house to find that the Futturmans were hosting a small get-together, which Josh had completely forgot about until now. Everyone was looking at them; Josh’s parents, the neighbors, and Josh’s Uncle Barry.
“Hey, Joshy!” Diane got up to greet him, as Gabe followed her. “Is this the famous Dr. Brynne?!”
“Mom!” Josh complained, mortified.
“Hi,” Brynne smiled, shaking both of their hands.
“Welcome, Brynne,” Gabe Futturman smiled warmly, “Nice to meet you! You’re always welcome at the Futturman house.”
“Thank you,” she smiled warmly. “It’s so nice to meet you. Josh has told me so much about you,” she teased him.
“All good, I hope?” Gabe chuckled.
“Yeah!” she lied.
“Oh, you’re so beautiful!” Diane exclaimed, “Could I get a picture of the two of you later?”
“Mom!” Josh gasped.
“Yeah, sure!” Brynne nodded.
“Come meet everyone, Brynne,” she led them over to the guests, “I’ve been telling them all about you!”
“I’m so sorry,” Josh whispered to her.
She just laughed as his parents led them into the living room.
“Everyone, this is Josh’s date, Dr. Brynne Johansson,” Gabe introduced her. “She’s the head of the research department at Kronish Labs.”
Josh was horrified at his parents’ lack of subtlety.
“Hi, happy holidays,” Brynne waved to everyone.
“Awooga,” Josh’s newly divorced uncle, Barry, stared at her.
Josh made a face, disgusted by the behavior.
“Just a warning about Uncle Barry,” he whispered, “You’re gonna want to avoid him right about… two whiskeys ago.”
“Duly noted,” Brynne murmured as they sat down, joining the party.
“Brynne, these are our neighbors, Melinda and Julius Seneca,” Gabe introduced the couple as they waved kindly. “And this is Josh’s uncle, my brother, Barry.”
“Well. How you doing?” Barry slurred as he jumped up to shake her hand.
“Uh…” Brynne looked to Josh for help as he mouthed a hasty apology. “I’m good,” she grimaced as she gave him her hand.
Josh watched in horror as his Uncle Barry took her hand, raising it up to his lips to kiss it, mouth still open.
“Oh,” she smiled, trying her hardest to be polite for Josh’s sake. “I take it you had a Philly cheesesteak for lunch?”
The bald man chuckled deeply, eyes still locked on Brynne.
“Barry,” Josh’s father sighed at his brother,
“What?” the drunk man asked defensively.
“Leave Josh’s girlfriend alone,” his mother chimed in.
“Mom! Oh my God!” Josh complained, at a loss for words.
“What?” she questioned.
“Come on, you two. Have a seat,” Gabe smiled invitingly.
Josh tried to cover his look of distress with an attentive smile.
“So, how did you and Josh meet?” the neighbor, Melinda Seneca, asked curiously.
“Oh, it’s not that interesting,” Josh assured her with a chuckle.
He looked to Brynne, gauging her expression off the look on her face to make sure that she was okay, which he had now made a habit of doing.
“We just met at work.”
“Yeah, so Brynne, I hear you’re a doctor?” Julius asked.
“A doctor of science, yes,” Brynne clarified.
“Really? At your age?” his ears practically perked up.
“Julius,” his wife laughed, embarrassed.
“No, it’s okay,” she gestured, “I got my PhD when I was twenty-three.”
“Wow. That’s impressive,” the man nodded. “You just be some kind of genius.”
“Not really,” Brynne laughed.
“No, she is,” Josh insisted with a grin, kindly resting his hand on her back, “She’s the head of the research department at Kronish Labs,” he said proudly.
“Wow,” Melinda smiled.
“Then what’s she doing with a janitor?” Barry asked from the corner with a mouth full.
Everyone slowly looked at him in horror, as Josh swallowed awkwardly.
“Barry!” Gabe said, aghast.
Josh’s parents looked at one another awkwardly, unsure of how to handle the situation. The Senecas seemed equally uncomfortable.
“You apologize to Josh right now!” his father yelled.
“No, Dad, it’s okay,” Josh avoided his gaze.
“No, it’s not. You don’t talk to family like that,” his father insisted.
Brynne looked at Josh sadly, seeing the way the comment affected him.
“Hey,” she whispered, taking his hand.
Josh looked up at her in surprise, touched by the gesture.
“We don’t have to stay down here if you don’t want to,” she whispered.
“Yeah,” Josh said quietly, clearing his throat as they stood. “Mom. Dad. We’re going upstairs.”
“Joshy,” his mother said as she stood, feeling sorry for him.
“It’s okay, Mom. We’ll come down in a little bit,” Josh told them, turning to the neighbors, “See you guys later.”
He took Brynne’s hand as the two of them walked up the stairs together, heading up to Josh’s room as he closed the door, sighing as he flopped onto his bed, sitting with his face in his hands.
“Hey. You okay?” Brynne asked, sitting beside him.
“Yeah,” he sighed, stopping to look at her, “I’m fine. I just… needed a break.”
“I guess we’re both having the same kinda night,” she pointed out, earning a small smile.
“Brynne?” Josh said finally.
“Yeah?”
He sat up straight, just staring right at her.
“I think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Stop,” she chuckled, only half meaning it.
“No, really. I just had one of those… moments. You know?” he asked.
“What kind of moments?”
“I don’t know,” he thought, “Just one of those kind of things where you’re just feeling like shit, and then you stop, and you look at something… Like a butterfly outside, or a kid laughing, and you just… You realize the beauty in things. I saw it. In you.”
She smiled as she caressed his face with her thumb. “You’re very, very adorable,” she told him. “And I like you. More than I’ve ever liked anyone after knowing them only this long.”
“That… That makes me really happy,” he allowed himself a smile. “Are you happy?”
“Yeah, I think I am,” Brynne chuckled softly.
“Good. I like making people happy,” Josh nodded.
“I’ll make you happy,” she told him, resting a hand on his thigh as she leaned in, pausing for a moment.
Josh froze, looking her in the eye, too afraid to move. He thought he might spook her, like a deer in headlights. But her resolve seemed to be strengthening. Taking the bewildered expression on his face for an enthusiastic ‘yes’, she pressed a kiss to his lips, the two of them existing purely in the moment.
Brynne threw her arms around his neck, losing her hands in Josh’s hair as he sighed with contentment. He tentatively pulled her closer to him, gaining confidence as she allowed him to hold above her waist.
It was a beautiful kiss, exactly what Josh had imagined. The kiss was deep, but not inherently making out. It was sweet, but not one-dimensional, and charged, but not dirty. Josh knew it was the kind of kiss that only existed in books and movies. He felt as if this right here could’ve been his happily ever after.
Regretfully, he pulled away, looking her in the eyes just to double check that she was enjoying it.
“I like you so much,” he breathed, looking at her in the most precious manner.
He was adorable like a puppy, looking up at its master for approval. Brynne realized he truly did just look happy to be there.
“Joshy!”
Josh nearly jumped up at the interruption, his mom opening the door with a plate made up of charcuterie items.
“Mom! What the hell!” Josh exclaimed, as Brynne just sat there awkwardly, offering her a smile.
“I just came up to bring you guys some snacks,” Diane Futturman said, politely leaving the plate on Josh’s desk. “I thought you might be hungry, after that fancy party, you know how they always just serve finger food...”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Mom! What the fuck! Please knock next time!” Josh cried in embarrassment. “We’re trying to talk!”
Brynne studied him, trying to determine whether or not he was okay.
“Okay, okay, honey, I’m sorry,” she apologized, hurrying out of the room to leave them be.
Josh looked incredibly guilty after realizing what he’d done.
“Oh, God,” he sighed, returning to his sulking on the bed. “Fuck… I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Fuck!”
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Brynne agreed. “But you can just tell her that. I’m sure she’d understand.”
“I guess,” Josh murmured, not seeming comforted. “I just… Never thought I’d be one of those assholes that yells at their mom.”
“So why did you become one of those assholes?” Brynne Johansson asked helpfully.
“I don’t know, I just panicked,” he groaned. “I just… We were having such a nice moment, and I was afraid that ruined it. Like you thought me living with my parents was weird, and you never wanted to see me again.”
“I’d be a pretty shitty date if I did,” she pointed out. “I definitely am not the kind of person who’d be bothered by that.”
“No, I know you’re not,” Josh sighed. “I just… Fuck, I just wanted everything to be perfect.”
“I know,” she nodded, “But did you ever stop to think that maybe, at the moment, everything is?”
That was more than enough for Josh to allow himself to enjoy the rest of the night.
“Why don’t we start over?” Brynne suggested, trying to put him at ease.
“Yeah, starting over… That’s a good idea,” Josh nodded. “What, what do you wanna talk about?” he asked.
“Why don’t you give me a tour of your room?” she asked him, standing up to look around. “I’ve always wondered what it looks like.”
“Really?” Josh nearly shouted in excitement, quickly realizing he sounded like an excited eleven year-old boy as he cleared his throat. “…Really?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, slowly tracing the shelves with her finger. “What’s this stuff? It looks cool.”
This, naturally, launched into a ten minute spiel by Josh about all the different collectibles and other valuable items he owned. As he spoke, his eyes would light up and his mouth would curl upwards in an endearing smile. Brynne could see just how adorably passionate Josh was, and how truly excited he was to actually have someone who genuinely wanted to listen to what he had to say. It only made her want him more.
Brynne gladly allowed Josh to show her every nook and cranny of his room, and explain every item that inhabited it, taking it all in with pleasure. It must’ve been thirty minutes before he came to a conclusion, but she definitely didn’t mind. As Josh took a moment to rearrange the things displayed on his desk, Brynne observed the way he fearfully kept his eyes on the desk as he bent down, trying his best not to stare up at her.
Observing him, Brynne thought it would be best if she took the initiative herself.
“This is where I keep all the old stuff,” Jost explained as he organized the drawer under his desk.
“What’s that?” Brynne asked, easily maneuvering her zipper.
“What’s what?” Josh asked distractedly, still concentrated on his desk.
“What’s that? On the floor, behind you?” she asked him.
Josh frowned, not sure off the top of his head what she was referring to as he turned around, kneeling on the ground and looking at what had been behind him. He didn’t recognize the object at first.
“Wait, what is that?” he asked himself out loud, picking it up, “Is that…?”
He very slowly looked petrified with eyes wide like saucers when he saw her.
“Oh. It’s… It’s your dress,” he said in a panic, his heart beating faster than ever before.
He looked up at her from where he was kneeling on the floor, unable to speak.
“Is this okay?” she asked calmly.
“More than okay,” Josh looked her up and down hungrily, “Hachi…”
“If you say ‘machi’…” she warned.
“Sorry,” he apologized hastily, “Sorry. It’s just… you’re not wearing a bra. Or underwear,” he thought out loud.
Josh was stunned, to say the least. Not only was this beyond what he would’ve imagined, it was also like something right out of his imagination. A small part of him still thought he might be dreaming, or hallucinating from inhaling too many cleaning products at work.
“Wow,” he stared, barely able to process. “You… You’re a goddess,” he spoke softly as his eyes savored every inch of her body.
“When does the worship part come in?” she wondered with a grin.
“Right fucking now,” he gasped, desperately grabbing at her thighs.
His hands squeezed her thighs as he knelt in front of her, face buried between them as he silently wished for this to never end. Josh happily nipped at her thighs with eager, scattered kisses, sighing into her soft skin as he indulged in her. Even where he was, her skin smelled like the heaven he’d first experienced when she got into his car.
He pressed excited little kisses all over her skin, never tiring of it at all.
“I could die right now,” Josh sighed, voice breathy with ecstasy.
“Maybe we don’t have to die to know what paradise is like,” she remarked.
“Maybe not. But just in case, I know exactly what I want my last meal to be.”
Josh looked up at her, eyes wide with a strange innocence as he silently begged and pleaded with her to take control. Brynne sat down on the bed behind her, leaning back as she crossed one of her legs over the other. Before he could stop himself, Josh threw himself on the ground in front of her black high heels, which were still on her feet. This, he thought, made everything even better.
Josh whined impatiently as he sloppily placed his kisses all the way up her body, from her ankles, to her calves, to her thighs, to right above her navel. Everywhere but the one place he really wanted to be.
Observing him happily, Brynne softly brushed her hand over his hair, watching him look up at her as he moaned impatiently.
“Please, Brynne, please, please, please,” he begged her.
“What?” she asked somewhat teasingly. “What do you want?”
“Please, can I, please… I really wanna eat your pussy,” he pleaded, his voice thick with an irresistible whiny quality, “Can I, please?”
Brynne raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“That’s what you want?”
“Oh, more than anything!” he begged her with his hands resting on her thighs. “I’ll do anything! Please, Brynne, please… I wanna make you feel good.”
He looked like a starved man, hungry for anything at all.
“You really want to?” she asked him.
“Yes, please, I’ve never done this before,” he confided, “I mean… I’ve done this, but not that,” he explained himself.
“Go ahead,” Brynne murmured, amused as she played with his hair.
He couldn’t believe what was happening. He was really about to eat Brynne Johansson’s pussy. Beyond pleased with her approval, Josh excitedly parted her legs, kissing the sensitive skin on her inner thighs as he closed his eyes, savoring every moment of it. She sat back, watching him as he teased, caressing and squeezing her thick, pillowy thighs as his kisses slowly became more wet and more aggressive.
Finding it made things even easier, Josh rested her knees on his shoulders as he dove in, liking the feeling of her thighs closing in around his head in pleasure.
“Please,” Josh begged her, “Just fucking suffocate me.”
Brynne felt she could only oblige as he got tantalizingly close to where he needed to be, suckling on her lower stomach right before he pressed a hard kiss right against her clit, locating it with impressive ease. The feeling was surprising and tingly as he made contact with the bundle of nerves for the first time. Brynne roughly grabbed a handful of his brown hair, signaling to him that he’d done a good job as he groaned.
“That feels so nice, Josh,” she cooed, her voice alone enough to make him finish as he instinctively rutted into the bed.
“Fuck,” he gasped, looking her right in the eyes.
“You wanna do a good job for me?” she asked him.
“Yes, please,” he moaned, “Please… Let me be a good boy for you, I’ll do anything. Whatever you want,” nodded vigorously.
She closed her legs around him as he sloppily licked up and down the sensitive area, maximizing her pleasure as he began to gently tease the opening with his middle finger. Brynne sighed with relief as he finally closed his mouth around her clit again, sucking relentlessly as he stared up at her, his eyelids heavy with pleasure. He was about as pussy drunk as he could get.
She pulled him in by the hair, forcibly holding him there as he sucked on her clit with sleepy eyes.
“You’re such a good boy for me, Joshy,” she gasped in excitement.
Josh could’ve passed away from how lucky he felt. He’d never even been able to imagine himself in this position, or imagine her in this position, come to think of it.
“You’re a fucking goddess,” he hummed against her center. “I’d do anything for you. You’re a princess. Fuck, please come on my face,” he insisted.
“You’re so desperate for me, it’s so fucking hot.”
Brynne held him close to her as she threw her head back, gasping aloud as he inserted his finger. The way he dragged his finger downward as he entered her made her feel even more full. She laughed softly as he instinctively continued doing the same thing, dragging his fingers downward as he shamelessly ate her out.
“Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” she hissed.
“Yeah, that’s right, I’m your good boy!” he nodded, tongue flicking against her clit as he desperately played with her g-spot. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, I don’t deserve this! I’ll be your good boy! I’m your good little boy!”
Josh continued to stare up at her as he licked up and down in slow, torturous stripes, curling his fingers inside of her.
“You’re mine,” she sighed, beginning to choke him with her thighs.
“That’s right, I’m your good boy!” he whined into her. “You can do whatever you want to me! I’ll love it!” he promised.
“Such a good little boy, fuck,” she murmured, feeling herself getting close to a climax as her hand moved from his hair to around his throat, “You’re my good little slut.”
“Yes! Fuck! Yes,” Josh moaned loudly as he sucked, ecstatic at the feeling of her hand wrapped around his throat, “I’m your slut! I’m your little slut, all yours!”
Brynne tightened her grip on his throat, watching him as his eyes practically rolled to the back of his head.
“Fuck,” he lapped his tongue against her hungrily, “Come on my face! Please come on my face! Come all over my tongue!” he whined.
“You’re such a dirty little slut. Such a good little slut,” she breathed.
Slowly, she came to a finish, watching him grow excited as she grew even wetter.
“Good boy,” Brynne laughed, watching him in disbelief as he lapped it all up, enjoying every second of it.
He was high on her praise, forgetting the idea of shame entirely as he cleaned her up completely, not leaving a single drop. He looked up at her, eyes widened. He sighed exhaustedly, his eyes growing heavy as he was finally satisfied with himself.
“Did I do a good job?” Josh asked hopefully.
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Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Nine
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charliedawn · 5 months
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Heyyy :) glad your back 🖤🖤🖤 I don’t know if your doing requests or not but if you are could you do, how would the slashers flirt with nurse? (Particularly five since he is like a old man I thought that would be funny) no worries if you can’t, I love your work ❣️❣️❣️
Warning: Highly suggestive.
Bo Sinclair :
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"Well…Hello there, sugar pie. Ya lookin’ mighty alone. Mind if I change that fer ya ?"
Captain Smooth and Sailing. Bo knows how to be charming and he’d just waltz in with the biggest grin on his face and lean back before shooting you a smouldering gaze.
He knows what he wants and will go to any means to get it. And I mean any…
Bo *sneaking up on you from behind and wrapping his arms around you before giving you a kiss on the shoulder* "…Good mornin’, sunflower…How ya doin’ ? Good ? That’s great…" *whispers in your ear* "Bet I could make it better fer ya though."
He can be smooth, but also filthy. Depends on the day. One day he’ll be whispering sweet nothings into your ear, the next he’ll be slapping your ass and calling it a day.
Pennywise:
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Pennywise doesn’t touch. And doesn’t like being touched. His flirtation will be very limited and subtle. It’ll mostly be grins and cackles and mocking huffs…
Pennywise: "Well…Hello there, beautiful. Do you know that your hair is a mess and you look more like an asylum patient than a nurse today ?"
You *roll your eyes and start walking away* "Good morning to you too, Pennywise."
Him *snickers behind you* "Good morning indeed. If I still had to spook children to get my food, I’d certainly take your morning face…That’d do the trick."
Yeah…That’s Pennywise flirting. He wouldn’t flirt with you face to face…but he’d still do some things from time to time.
For example, you may find breakfast magically appearing on your desk, or a cup of (h/d) next to you when you finally sit and take a break.
Penny :
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Penny *hugs you tightly and refuses to let you go*
You : "…Penny. I need to work."
Penny *squeezes you harder*
Yeah…You won’t get any work done. That’s for sure. Penny is stubborn. He will not leave you alone and will keep holding you until he has enough.
That’s his way of flirting.
But…He has another side to him.
He bites. He can use it to show affection. He does it sometimes with his brother and the other slashers, but he’d be extra gentle with you and be careful not to hurt you.
He’d bite your wrist, your neck, your cheek…Just to say that he appreciates you. And even if it’s just to say hello. That’s Penny flirting. He doesn’t use words, but actions.
Vincent :
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He takes pictures of you. They were pretty innocent at first. He’d take pictures of you walking around the hospital and taking care of the patients. The staff even used his photographs to advertise the hospital.
But quickly…the photographs became recurrent and more intimate. He’d follow you around and almost beg you to pose for him.
He’d become obsessed and bring you some of his morbid art pieces for you two to simply talk and be close to you.
And you try to deny him attention ?
The man knows how to get what he wants. He’s similar to Bo in that way, but where Bo is demanding ? Vincent is all about begging and whining.
He’d go down on his knees and grab the hem of your shirt to pull you towards him and beg you to let him take photographs of you and keep them. Take some for his…personal use.
Vincent flirting is desperation.
He’d beg you until you give him the time of day.
Michael Myers :
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Michael *wordlessly pats his thigh*
The seat is all yours if you want it.
Kidding. Or not.
*cough cough*
Michael likes to cook and he’d fix you meals to cheer you up and listen to you if you need to. He’d be the perfect gentleman and even though he can’t talk, he’d make it obvious that he likes you through other means.
He’d protect you and make sure you are happy.
Unfortunately, because he can’t help bu want to kill you all the time, it’d be very difficult for the both of you to actually go on a date or go more than flirting basis. But, he’d still try to let you know that he likes you sometimes.
Michael *takes your hand and pulls you into a tight hug*
Michael may look or sound unapproachable at first, but it is because he is afraid of giving into hate and just lose control over the little humanity he has left…
Freddy Krueger :
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"Yo. Wanna bang ?"
Freddy is NOT subtle. He’s a slimy and sleazy little goblin who loves nothing more than touch, grab, grope and squeeze.
He’d follow you around like your personal horny demon.
"Coooome on ! I know ya wanna see what’s in my pants ! Just say yes, sweetheart ! See how daddy does it !"
Filthy language and sleazy smirks all the way. He’d be whistling after you and tip his fedora at you or lick his lips while looking you up and down.
To make it short: Flirty is his middle name and he’d just make sure to let you know that he is ALWAYS available and ready.
Freddy *smirks and takes your hand before dancing with you* "COME ON ! Move those curves, lovely !" *cackles*
Freddy may look and sound like a scumbag most of the time, but he is capable of being romantic. He only lets special people see it.
Jason :
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Jason is shy and will never be confrontational when it comes to flirting.
He maybe waves at you and hugs you sometimes, but not enough for you to understand what he means.
But, he is good with his hands and soon enough, goes to work.
Jason leaves you gifts. On your desk, on your nightstand, or any place he thinks you and only you would find them.
He carves little wooden figurines, mostly of frogs that he leaves around for you to find. And you always do. You then put then on a special shelf in the living room for everyone to see and admire.
It may not have been the initial goal, but he is happy to see you smile. And that is all he needs…
Norman Bates :
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"My darling…Would you…Would you do me the honour of going on a special outing with me ? Just the two of us ?"
Norman was an anxious wreck. He had sweaty hands and an nervous smile on his face. He wanted you to say yes. He had been thinking about a way to approach the matter with you for weeks…
You smiled back and when you accepted…he was overjoyed.
Norman is rather old-fashioned. His way of flirting is asking you out and treating you like a princess (or a prince)
He’d be more than happy to compliment you all day long and simply brush his fingers against yours while you stare deeply into each other’s eyes.
Five Hargreeves :
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"Tell me, Y/N. Are you alright ?"
You glanced back at him and blinked twice at the child who just asked you that question.
"…Last time I checked. Yes."
You then focused back on your work and tried to forget about it, but then Five sat down on your desk to look at the papers you were signing.
You didn’t think much of it until he rested his hand on the back of your neck and his thumb traced circles there.
You looked up at him, and he stared right back. You knew he was technically older inside but…You still swapped his hand away.
"Okay. What do you want ?"
"You. Me. Drink."
Your eyes widened and you looked around.
"How about you come back to me when you are…say…15 years older ?"
Yeah. He may be older in his mind. But his body is still very much the one of a child so…Wait and see.
Patrick Bateman :
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"Y/N. It has come to my attention that we haven’t had sex yet. Care to explain why ?"
That man has the ego of a mansion. He wouldn’t be flirting, he’d be practical.
Who needs feelings ? Who needs flirting ? He knows you find him attractive. And you know he finds you attractive. Why waste time on things like flirting ?
Patrick Bateman is a business man.
He sees a relationship as unnecessary as long as it doesn’t bring him anything.
So, if he starts showing interest in you ?
..
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Run.
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vrmxlho · 10 months
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can i please get some sad bf texts he’s been in my mind all week and i need him in your font 🙏
btw i’ve already done sae texts before but here are some more!!
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black--cherryy · 1 month
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Pov: If u were in the Bowers Gang or Losers Club
Tell me which one u'd pick and also if u wanna see a male version.
Bowers Gang:
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Losers Club:
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(Idk I got bored and did it. I'm definitely Bowers gang lol)
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