olga-artwork 2 days ago
Let's find your owner...馃敧馃└
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phsfg a day ago
I really appreciate that ghostface at the end of every single movie just goes fuck it and takes out a gun. He鈥檚 the only slasher I can think of that gives up trying to stab and just starts blasting
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rizzraffek 3 days ago
Imagine slasher going on his classing killng spree but he see kid treated badly/kid being sad. Its pure platonic
Slasher trying to comfort kid
'Trying' but hes are very akward. There is dailogue and its colored: slashers the kid . The ghostface one is funny while yautja is more cute! she/her pronouns Requests open
He was in silly goofy ah mood, so he went on killing spree (again)
It was some funny party with a lot of drunk teens and loud music
Kids older sibling probably did a party and she got scared of loud music and went crying in her room
After killing some people ghosty need a breather and just went into random room to clean his knife or something (idk i never been on killing spree)
And he just goes into this room and sees some kid crying their eyes off. "Uhhh what is kid doing here? I thoght im irresponsible but-" he got cut of by kid crying/venting how the people downstairs where mean and making fun of her :(
"Zamn kid thats though.. anyways idc cya" in fact he doest not care, police will be there in like 10min he doesnt have time to some child venting in general pls."are you going to kill me mr ghosty :( " "ayo you calm yourself down, aint no way in hell im killinng a kid"
He wont kill her ofcofc (reason? No reason t all :) )
After all killing spree stuff police still didnt come (either nooone called it or its American police so they are riding from difrent state or something) he will go check up on her, yknow if shes still crying :(
"Uhhh yep shes still crying ehhh do you want tea or something?" *nods* "god zamn Im a babysit now apearently"
Ghosty will probably smoke or something (babysitting kid is stressful) "my sister says that guests cant smoke inside :( " "yo sister dead(it is a joke he did not say that maybe he did say that )"
He wont let her go downstairs? Theres litteral crime scene over there?? Yall ever wached any movie?? This trauma would be start of her revange arc or something
???why is there human puppy randomly alone in middle of nowhere???
"Uhhh em child? Where are your human perents" ":( they said I should wait here" "uhhh *looks around* wh when did they leave you???" " it was morning when we went here" "uhhh its afternoon"
He cant just leave her here come one
But his place on earth is temorary he cant Just take her to ship
He will try to find her perents but it doesnt work he will take her TOTALY temporary to his ship and give her some food
Even if hr would find her perents, he woundnt be very pleased of what he sees, they clearly dont want her and they indeed try to abandon her
Turns out he accidently got attached and adopted her
Will melt if she will call him "alien/space dad" its so cute!
(I used x reader tags just to reach bigger audience, nothng sus happening here)
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sethcertified a day ago
could yo maybe do a Billy (scream) with like a cuddling scenario?
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Not many people were aware of how badly Billy Loomis carved touch. Most would assume he hated it with his cold demeanor, but you knew better. You knew that Billy Loomis was a sucker for cuddling.
After all, it wasn't uncommon for Billy鈥檚 arms to be wrapped around you as you lay on top of his body. It's what you guys were doing right now. Your chin rested on Billy鈥檚 chest as he watched Halloween. His hands drew lines up and down on the small of your back mindlessly.
鈥淏illy?鈥 You pursed your lips as you awaited his response. He let out a hum of acknowledgment, not letting his eyes leave the tv screen. You fiddled with the collar of his white tee, 鈥淚 have to pee.鈥
鈥淥kay, then go pee.鈥
鈥淏illy, you're arms are keeping me trapped in this position.鈥
Billy just let out a huff, 鈥淐an't you just pee later?鈥
You kicked Billy鈥檚 ankle, 鈥淚 hope you know my knee is an inch away from your dick, and I will not hesitate to jam it up there if you don't let me go to the bathroom.鈥
鈥淔ine! Fine!鈥 Billy slipped his hands out of your shirt as you hopped out of his arms. You rushed to the bathroom as Billy watched your retreating body.
He rolled out of bed moving to stand next to the closed bathroom door. A plan had emerged in his mind.
The doorknob twisted, and Billy prepared himself. You stepped out of the bathroom-
His hands gripped your shoulders as you hit him, 鈥淲hy would you do that!鈥
His grip turned into a hug as he now held you in his arms with a snarky smile, 鈥淚 missed you.鈥
鈥淚 was gone for like a minute!鈥
鈥淚 don't think that disqualifies me from missing you.鈥
You rolled your eyes at his words but leaned against his chest with your eyes closed. Nothing beat being in Billy鈥檚 arms. Well, except maybe being in Billy鈥檚 arm in bed instead of the middle of the hallway. 鈥淐an we go lay down before my feet start to hurt?鈥
鈥淥nly if you don't have to pee again.鈥
You raised your eyebrow at Billy not appreciating his joke, 鈥淎nd why are you so opposed to me being peeing? That鈥檚 kinda weird, you know.鈥
鈥淚 like having you in my arms even if you're a twerp.鈥
鈥淵ou like me!? Aww, Billy-baby!鈥
鈥淚 take that back.鈥
You slapped Billy鈥檚 arm again as he began to escort you back to the bed with his arm draped around your shoulder. The two of you climbed back into bed returning to the position you were once in. Resting your chin on Billy's chest once more; you looked up at him, 鈥淗ey, Billy.鈥
鈥淚 like being in your arms too.鈥
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I hate this tbh
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teaghouls a day ago
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Idk why I can鈥檛 stop drawing this mf
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enigma-system 21 hours ago
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Someone's in stabby mood馃敧
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wildroseanddeadlyscent 17 hours ago
Sometimes I want to have a calm day but I remember Im a chaotic slasher fucker so its never gonna work
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meatniku97 2 days ago
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A quick Danny :>
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ghostface-baby 2 days ago
Killers when you accidentally panty flash them
Requested: No
Warnings: Hints of spice throughout, non explicit
A/N: Enjoy!
Bubba is embarrassed. Shy and flustered and a blushing mess, squealing. He covers his face and that gives you the perfect opportunity to get the hell away. He鈥檒l probably stay like that for the rest of the trial and if he sees you in any afterwards he flushes and giggles nervously. Might try to kiss you or touch you intimately, thinking you like him since he saw that part of you.
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He鈥檒l fucking laugh and but he鈥檒l also get hard. It鈥檚 hot for him, whether you wear cute panties or sexy ones or even just normal ones. An ass is an ass for this man and he will take the opportunity to laser in on you and try to cop a feel. He鈥檒l be insufferable for the next few trials, laying it on thick and dirty even when you鈥檙e hanging from a hook.
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You鈥檒l hear a fast series of snaps behind you that are definitely him taking as many pictures of your ass as humanly possible within that flash second. Knowing him he probably always has a camera on ready whenever you wear anything with a skirt, always ready to get a picture of your hot ass and pin it to his wall. He鈥檒l likely also tunnel you down just to bend you over his lap and tan your ass cherry red.
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He blinks. He stares. Then he tilts his head, eyes narrowing behind his mask. Undergarments sure did look different in the more modern ages compared to his time. But he found that he liked the way they clung to you and showed off the curve of your ass. He鈥檒l leave you alone about it this trial and doesn鈥檛 make things awkward but if it happens again, don鈥檛 expect to make it to the other side of that vault. You鈥檒l be pinned beneath him in moments.
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Thank you for the excuse he鈥檚 been waiting for this whole time. He has been WAITING for you to slip up and do some shit like this just to give him a valid reason to start shouting the filthiest of things at you, telling you all about how he wants you on his dick and how hot he thinks your ass is while he chases you all around the map. If he catches you then do not expect to be able to walk towards those exit gates or the hatch.
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He鈥檒l do his demented little giggle before chasing (herding) you into the basement where he鈥檒l knock you down and leave you slugging while he hunts down your friends. Once he鈥檚 done with that, it鈥檒l just be you, him, and the table where he straps you down while he fucks you half to death.
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ynfromhaikyuu2430 2 days ago
I made a book on Wattpad:
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But uh- E N J O Y
釒︶彏釒帵釒会幀釓掅帵 when you/They confess first:
Will add girls you know uh.... Here and there-
The ones in red and have caps means they would do it, the ones with red on them but with no caps mean there in the middle, but with no red means or caps means They wouldn't-
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When You first said those words......I. Love. You. It Felt like heaven! Like actually heaven! They would Immediately say yes or Nod as If you were asking for their hand in marriage while you were trying to get out their grasp when they Hug you too tight (Not even Letting you go!). Now you couldn't leave them
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Acting Like they knew you would Confess.
Just Acts like a Tsundere or even an asshole. Then when your done confessing They be Like:"Mhm Oh yea It's not like I didn't know that you were going to anything馃檮"聽or even roll their eyes then kiss you like nothing happened like- 10 seconds ago.
MICHAEL MYERS, Jason Voorhees, Nubbins Sawyer, Chop top Sawyer, Norman, FREDDY KRUEGER, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Yautja, Hannibal Lector, Stu Macher, BILLY LOOMIS, Brahms Heelshire, Pin Head, Pyramid head, Tiffany Valentine, Carrie White
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They did it before you.
This man... Oh boi- They would've already confessed when they first laid eyes on you, but they knew they had to get to know you better than anyone can (Except for your family members-).聽At least they're Lovley Dovey, give you chocolates, Flowers, anything that聽YOU like! They would be anything you want or not! Also, they'll probably be clingier annd maybe too Flirty or too extra-
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I hoped you enjoyed-!
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olga-artwork a day ago
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andouilles a day ago
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some stuff i have made!
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wutbuggz a day ago
how do i tell my family that i'm attracted to slashers
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yesimwriting a day ago
Final Girl (Part 7)
Final Girl Series Masterlist聽聽(currently updated chapters 1 - 7)
a/n me basically throwing the scream timeline out the window so i can have all the cute little scenes i want, let鈥檚 just pretend september/october are LONG months lol, also sorry this took so long!!聽
the demon known as finals season is officially here so i鈥檓 going to be slower 馃槶 but...after it ends i will have a little over a month to myself! and it鈥檒l be christmas time !聽
Series Summary:聽 Y/n can鈥檛 believe that she has to leave the only home she鈥檚 ever known just because her mom鈥檚 latest boyfriend has a house in some town in California. Just as she鈥檚 starting to think that Woodsboro might not be that bad, something life altering happens after she agrees to sleep over at 聽Becker鈥檚 house. Now her name is practically synonymous with Ghostface鈥檚.聽
Chapter Summary: Stu decides to dedicate some time to getting back into Y/n鈥檚 good graces. Or, when Stu finally learns that there鈥檚 a reason Y/n doesn鈥檛 have her driver鈥檚 license and Y/n realizes that there鈥檚 no point in resisting that little bubble Stu鈥檚 always pulling her towards.聽
The textbook flops awkwardly against my forearm as I let one side go in order to extend my arm. I pick up an apple from the bowl on the kitchen island and move to turn instinctually.
I move the apple towards my mouth, never once looking away from my history book until a quick tug yanks the book forward. I scramble, squeezing the hard cover instinctually.
My head snaps up and I see my mom, one hand on her hip and the other on my book. 鈥淢om!鈥
鈥淐ome up for air,鈥 her voice is scolding, 鈥淵our face has been glued in that textbook for days.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 not healthy.鈥 The voice is surprising enough for me to let go of the book. My arm falls to my side and my mom just barely grabs it in time. I blink, turning to see the last person I鈥檇 expect to see in my kitchen.
It鈥檚 Stu. I鈥檓 mad at him, some rational part of my mind knows better than to forgive him when he hasn鈥檛 so much as apologized. When he鈥檚 been off sulking and switching up between different levels of mean to overly, practically violent levels of affection, like everything鈥檚 all good and I鈥檓 a bitch for prolonging a stupid fight. And now he鈥檚 in my kitchen, standing near my mom like this is the most natural place for him to be.
I squeeze the apple between my hands. 鈥淲hat are you--why are you--鈥
鈥淗e鈥檚 checking in on you because you鈥檙e worrying your friends.鈥 Oh. My. God. My lips part but I have nothing to say, not with that what? this is totally innocent look he鈥檚 giving me. His eyes wide and soft. 鈥淭hey鈥檝e barely seen you.鈥
A tiny pinch of guilt settles in my chest, because while I might not currently be at my most social, there is someone that鈥檚 seen a lot of me. Billy. I don鈥檛 know if it鈥檚 because of what happened with the phone call or something else, but Billy鈥檚 been around a lot more. It feels like he understands better than others because he鈥檚 seen it.
He also has a habit of coming in through my window and spending the night to avoid his dad. At least, that鈥檚 why I think he comes. He鈥檚 only ever hinted at it in a way that makes it clear he doesn鈥檛 want to elaborate, so I don鈥檛 ask. It doesn鈥檛 bother me to have him come and go as he pleases. I wasn鈥檛 wrong when I said he was like a cat.
鈥淵eah, you haven鈥檛 been around,鈥 Stu begins, 鈥淢akes me think about who you鈥檙e spending all your time with.鈥
Stu鈥檚 expression barely shifts, just the slight raise of his eyebrows. There鈥檚 no way he doesn鈥檛 know that Billy鈥檚 been around. 鈥淛ust school stuff.鈥
鈥淩eally? All that time--鈥
鈥淪ome of us actually need to study.鈥 God, I know Stu and I aren鈥檛 in the best place, but is he really trying to tell my mom on me? There鈥檚 a knowing glimmer behind his eye that makes me want to squirm. 鈥淪o you鈥檙e here to check up on me?鈥
My mom lets out a sigh and shoots me a look. 鈥淏e nice.鈥
Stu鈥檚 smugness feels physical. He鈥檚 holding what he knows over my head, enjoying being a ticking time bomb. 鈥淥h, she鈥檚 always nice.鈥 His expression soften slightly, a silent cease fire.
I can finally breath again. 鈥淭hank you.鈥 Then I remember my mom鈥檚 in the kitchen so I tack on, 鈥淔or checking in, but I鈥檓 fine, just behind.鈥
At that, my mom places the text book on the kitchen table. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e young, you should go out every once in awhile, see your friends, eat an actual meal...鈥 When all I do is give her a sarcastic look, my mom goes for the kill shot, 鈥淧ractice for that upcoming driver鈥檚 test.鈥
Okay, she has a point. Driving practice is something that we鈥檝e both put off. Me, because I hate feeling like I鈥檓 endangering lives, and my mom because she hates having her life endangered. 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 want to do that anymore than I do.鈥
鈥淵ou need to practice because if you fail another one, you鈥檙e going to have to wait six months.鈥
Six months of not touching a car doesn鈥檛 sound terrible. I mean, it鈥檚 pretty embarrassing, but it also feels like a sacrifice I鈥檓 making for public safety. 鈥淪ix more months of not getting arrested for vehicular manslaughter doesn鈥檛 sound like a loss.鈥
鈥淪omething little miss perfect isn鈥檛 good at?鈥 Stu鈥檚 grin in his voice is loud and he鈥檚 clearly fighting the urge to laugh.
鈥淚t鈥檚 not,鈥 I sigh, turning the apple over in my hand, 鈥淚t鈥檚 not that bad.鈥 聽
My mom raises an eyebrow, 鈥淲ell--鈥
鈥淵ou can鈥檛 park,鈥 she sighs defensively, 鈥淵ou knocked over the recycling can last time and kept going.鈥
鈥淏ecause I thought it was the curb, it鈥檚 not a big deal to hit the curb.鈥
Stu laughs, the sound loud and so amused I have to glare. 鈥淥h, I need to get you out on the road.鈥
My mom places a hand on her hip, 鈥淣ice.鈥
I sigh, wondering why I even came out of my room in the first place. That was me being nice. 鈥淲hat鈥檚 nicer than sparing someone from a potential car accident?鈥
鈥淚鈥檒l risk it,鈥 Stu hums a little too happily, ignoring my glare. 鈥淧assed my driver鈥檚 test the first time.鈥 Yeah, wouldn鈥檛 be surprised if that鈥檚 because his family鈥檚 loaded and because they knew leaving him alone would get a lot easier if he could drive himself places. 鈥淎n hour with me, and you鈥檒l be good to go.鈥
鈥淚 have to st--鈥
鈥淒o you know how embarrassing it鈥檒l be to be the only Princeton student that can鈥檛 drive?鈥
It鈥檚 a fair point, which means I鈥檒l have to fight my mom鈥檚 logic with mom logic. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e not seriously trying to get Stu to take me driving right now.鈥 Please remember he鈥檚 a boy; please remember your hatred of boys.
She raises an eyebrow at me and then at him, likely doing that weird calculation thing of hers. 鈥淗e offered.鈥
Oh this is a total con. I don鈥檛 know how or what I missed while he was here and I was upstairs, but it must have been something if this is what鈥檚 happening. The feeling that I鈥檓 being played in some way I don鈥檛 really get sneaks up on me. I eye Stu skeptically, who has yet to drop his I鈥檝e done nothing wrong expression.
鈥淗e was joking,鈥 my words are not-so-subtly pointed, an attempt to force Stu to take the out.
The more I grind my heels into the sand, the more Stu will want it. 鈥淚鈥檓 never joking when it comes to you.鈥
鈥淚 think it鈥檇 be good for you--get some air, time away from those textbooks.鈥
How has his blatant flirting not scared my mom off yet? Maybe I can convince her that he broke up with Tatum so that she鈥檒l shut this down. 鈥淵ou want to send me off with some guy you鈥檝e barely spoken to?鈥
Stu lets out an indignant noise. 鈥淎re you saying I might have bad intentions?鈥
The inflection of his voice is so comical and him that a sense of longing rises in my chest with no warning. Despite my best efforts, I miss him. Fighting against an instinctual smile, I bite my tongue. Something about the way Stu鈥檚 gaze lingers makes me feel like he knows.
鈥淧umpkin, I mean this with all the love in the world, but I cannot think of a bigger mood killer than you being behind the wheel of a car.鈥
She ignores my outrage, 鈥淎nd he鈥檚 one of your best friends, you say it all the time.鈥
Oh my god. I don鈥檛 have to turn my head to feel Stu鈥檚 grin. Ugh, I hate that it鈥檚 true and I hate that now Stu knows it. 鈥淔ine. Give me five minutes to change.鈥
Content to have gotten her way, my mom turns, 鈥淏e safe.鈥 Sure, now she cares about safety. 鈥淎nd have fun, I need to run, I鈥檓 meeting Wells for lunch.鈥
Stu doesn鈥檛 give me a chance to say anything, because the second my mom鈥檚 out of the room, he moves around the kitchen island to stand next to me. Close enough that I can practically feel the warmth of his skin radiating from him. I hold my ground, tilting my chin up enough to look him in the eye. He at least owes me an explanation for all of this.
He smiles, briefly flashing his teeth. 鈥淵ou talk to your mom about me?鈥
The words come out too excited for me to dismiss them as just conceited. Too happy for me to dismiss his giddiness by telling him that it鈥檚 not a big deal. 鈥淪hut up.鈥 I duck my head down slightly as he grins. Out the corner of my vision, I see him shift. For a second I think he might move to grab me and pull me into one of those hugs that are a lot nicer than I鈥檇 ever admit. 鈥淚 need to go get changed since I鈥檓 being kidnapped.鈥
Choosing to only hear what he wants, because he鈥檚 Stu, he replies without hesitation, 鈥淕etting all pretty for me?鈥
I roll my eyes, vaguely flipping him off over my shoulder before walking up the stairs. The distance is welcome. When Stu鈥檚 right there, it鈥檚 easy to forget things and just go along with his mood, but this is not okay. I stop talking to him because he wanted space, so he just decides to ambush me? And how long was he in the kitchen chatting with my mom? Oh. My. God. What did he say to her?
Okay, okay--probably nothing too bad. She told me to leave with him. She wouldn鈥檛 have done that if he said anything that bothered her.
With a sigh, I take off my sweatpants and sweatshirt and search the chaos that is my closet for an acceptable outfit. It鈥檚 getting chilly considering the time of year, colder than it would be in Texas but not deep fall yet. I find a pair of sheer tights bundled up between pairs of shorts. Then I pick out a skirt and long sleeved shirt that matches before pulling my hair out of its sad bun. I smooth it out and fix my appearance in record time.聽
Stu looks a little too pleased with himself when I finally walk down the stairs. There鈥檚 a smugness that adds to my irritation. I have a feeling he can sense my disapproval, because he pulls his arm as we reach my front door. He squeezes me into his side, I roll my eyes. The amount of comfort the hint of something normal brings me is so shocking I can鈥檛 bring myself to squirm out of his grasp.聽
Eyes narrowing, grip on the steering wheel tightening, I prepare to face my enemy. A tight squeezed three point turn.聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e overthinking it.鈥澛
鈥淎m not.鈥澛
鈥淛ust like you under thought the red light.鈥
鈥淚t was yellow when I saw it.鈥 I turn my head enough to face him,聽鈥淚t changed color deceptively fast.鈥 Stu draws his eyebrows together, smiling in an oddly soft way.聽鈥淲hat?鈥澛
My dumbfounded tone makes his smile broaden.聽鈥淵ou鈥檝e gotta be right about everything, don鈥檛鈥檆ha, angel?鈥澛
I鈥檓 not sure if it鈥檚 his words or the deliberate amount of focus he鈥檚 using, but heat rushes to my face.聽鈥淣o, I just--I am.鈥 Dropping my gaze, I tact on an awkward,聽鈥淯sually.鈥 Shifting in my seat, I refocus on the parking spot.聽鈥淵ou sure you want me to park here?鈥澛
鈥淚t鈥檚 easy.鈥 More like easy for him to say. When I don鈥檛 ease, Stu extends his arm, placing a hand over mine. His hand is large enough to cover mine, his fingertips long enough to splay across the back of my palm and steering wheel. He鈥檚 always so warm. 鈥淵ou just need to open up. Take your time turning.鈥澛
I nod, taking a deep breath as Stu scoots back in his seat to give me some mobility. Last time he tried holding my hand through it, but I think he鈥檚 starting to see how much of a disaster I am. This is around our fifth attempt. Earlier, I got his car stuck at a weird angle between a mail collection box and someone鈥檚 truck.聽
With a deep breath, I put the car into reverse. I look through the back window, cringing when the curb comes a little too close. My foot hits the break, shifting the car back into drive. I inch it forward, stop, and put it back in reverse. I hit the gas a little too fast, making it a bumpy transition, but I haven鈥檛 hit anything yet. With one last turn, the car is put in the right direction. It鈥檚 a lot further than I鈥檝e gotten before. I straighten out the wheels, minding the back of the truck as I drive forward, and--
Oh my god! Stu cheers, I can barely get the car into park before Stu places a hand on the side of my head, pulling me towards him with no warning and placing an overenthusiastic, partially open mouthed kiss against my temple. It鈥檚 pushy and honestly a little damp, but I鈥檓 too excited to mind. Can鈥檛 have him getting too comfortable, though, so I shrug him off a little in order to high five him. His hand lingers, squeezing my hand.聽
鈥淚 did it!鈥
鈥淏ecause of your talented, amazing, hot teacher who--鈥澛
There鈥檚 that touch of over confidence bordering on narcissism that鈥檚 been missing.聽鈥淲hat was that last o--鈥澛
He turns my wrist over, striking the back of my wrist聽 with his pointer finger. A literal slap on the wrist.聽鈥淚nterrupting鈥檚 rude, princess.鈥 Stu ignores the pointed look I send in his direction.聽鈥淎s I was saying,鈥 he over emphasizes each syllable,聽鈥淵ou should appreciate me, and I can think of a few ways for you to express your gratitude.鈥澛
I should have seen that coming. I pull my hand towards my lap, my eyes settling there as well. 鈥淵our thoughts are the closest you鈥檙e getting.鈥 I don鈥檛 realize what I鈥檝e said until the muttered half thought is out. Great, now I鈥檓 going to get even more of this.聽
Stu drops his head back, a hand flying to his chest.聽鈥淵ou wound me.鈥 His other hand finds itself settling right above my knee.聽鈥淎nd for no reason.鈥 His fingertips are pressing into my skin with just enough pressure to steal all my attention.聽聽
The heat of his touch bleeds through the thin layer of my tights. My body tenses.聽鈥淜nock it off, I still need to drive on a highway.鈥澛
鈥淲hy?鈥 The excitement in his voice gives away exactly where he鈥檚 going.聽鈥淒istracted?鈥澛
I shove his arm away with a sound that鈥檚 equal parts real laugh and awkward giggle.聽鈥淭he only thing I鈥檓 distracted by is the driver鈥檚 test I have in two days.鈥
Stu pouts, sinking into the passenger seat,聽鈥淏oring.鈥澛
Taking the car out of park, I mock his tone, 鈥淒riving.鈥
There鈥檚 something about the smell of books that鈥檚 comforting. Which why the bookstore might be my happy place. Which is why we should not be here. It鈥檚 basically impossible to be mad here.聽
A fact Stu definitely knows considering the way he鈥檚 casually following me around, holding an ever growing pile of books with no complaint. This was the trap all along.聽
鈥淚 know what you鈥檙e doing.鈥澛
Stu hums once in pretend thought.聽鈥淲hat? Spending time with you?鈥
An instinctual聽鈥榳hy, was Tatum busy鈥 almost slips past me.聽鈥淚t鈥檚 not working, I鈥檓 still mad at you.鈥 I pick up another book, turning it to skim the summary on the back before placing it on the stack Stu鈥檚 carrying.聽鈥淵ou can鈥檛 just barge into my house, use my mom to arrange whatever this is--鈥澛
He huffs, half stepping in front of me.聽鈥淵ou don鈥檛 complain when it鈥檚 Billy.鈥澛
That is completely different. First of all, it鈥檚 much less of an ambush considering that Billy has never once involved my mom or stopped me from studying. Second, Billy also never said anything about me being around too much.
I pause, tilting my head to look Stu in the eye and tell him all of that. He鈥檚 already looking at me with wide, attentive eyes that are distinct in a way that makes me still. Analytical in a way that鈥檚 unnerving.聽鈥淵ou--you asked for space.鈥 Feeling antsy, I scratch the back of my wrist as I try to keep myself from saying anything stupid.聽鈥淎nd you were mean.鈥澛
Wow. So much for holding it together. He angles his head to the side, regarding me cautiously.聽鈥淚t-it wasn鈥檛 about you.鈥 The admission is practically pried from him.聽鈥淭here鈥檚 a lot going on right now, but I shouldn鈥檛 have hurt your feelings.鈥 It鈥檚 not exactly the perfect apology, but there鈥檚 a surprising amount of vulnerability there. 鈥淒on鈥檛 you miss us?鈥 Totally not a fair thing to ask, but Stu can definitely tell that I鈥檓 easing,聽鈥淐鈥檓on, let me make it all right. I鈥檒l get you all the books you want.鈥澛
I do, but that鈥檚 not a fair angle. Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I sigh.聽鈥淚...I can鈥檛 be bought.鈥澛
Maybe it鈥檚 my hesitation or the way my eyebrows raise instinctually or something about how fake my words sound, but Stu smiles, bouncing on the balls of his feet so quickly he nearly drops my pile.聽鈥淲e haven鈥檛 gotten to the hardcover books yet.鈥
Damn him. I roll my eyes as I drop my arms. There is no way I鈥檓 making a big show of dropping this, but I don鈥檛 exactly have enough fight left in me to prolong this.聽鈥淗ardcover? Your arms are going to get tired.鈥澛
The pile isn鈥檛 comically large, barely coming up Stu鈥檚 torso, but it still sways when he moves a hand away from the center. He flexes his bicep.聽鈥淲ith these guns? No way, baby. Do your worst.鈥澛
And so I do. We walk through the aisles together, giggling at any title that Stu can turn into a joke so dumb it circles right back around to funny. He鈥檚 patient, letting me debate between different books, and sometimes even giving me actual opinions outside of just get them both. He listens when I read the backs of books and sometimes excerpts from the first page or two.
He鈥檚 a good sport about the whole thing, only poking fun at my excitement in lighthearted ways and never really complaining until we鈥檝e been there long enough to justify the hunger he starts talking about. I never did eat that apple and it is kind of close to a late lunch time.聽
鈥淵ou know I鈥檓 not actually making you buy all those books.鈥澛
鈥淚鈥檓 a man of my word, angel.鈥 He hums, almost offended that I鈥檇 even imply he鈥檇 lie in a joking context.聽鈥淐an鈥檛 have you making me a liar.鈥 Stu sets down the pile in front of the cashier.
The thought of someone spending money on me in any capacity isn鈥檛 something I鈥檝e always been comfortable with. I eye him, the hint of determination behind his eyes serious as he reaches for what I鈥檇 bet is a card backed by his parents. If Stu鈥檚 trying to make it up to me, I guess this is okay for a one time thing.聽鈥淎ll I鈥檓 hearing is daddy鈥檚 money.鈥澛
I鈥檓 grinning despite the look of warning he gives me. 鈥淒on鈥檛 start.鈥 Stu鈥檚 eyes narrow as he pinches my cheek too quickly for me to protest.聽鈥淚鈥檓 being nice.鈥澛
He is. The realization that I like it, like him, like this hits hard and fast.聽鈥淚 like you nice.鈥澛
Stu seems to pause at that like he鈥檚 actively trying to take in my expression. It briefly feels like just another one of his analytical moments until I notice the soft, almost unaware smile ghosting at the corner of his lips. Maybe he is trying to absorb some aspect of this.聽鈥淟ike me enough for a lunch date?鈥澛
鈥淚f I fail my chem quiz on Wednesday, that鈥檚 on you.鈥澛
He shrugs, grinning a bit with the motion.聽鈥淔lunk outta that whole school thing and I鈥檇 take you in. Make you a cute, little housewife, get you one of those aprons.鈥
I should I have seen that coming.聽鈥淚鈥檓 sure Tatum would love that.鈥澛
鈥淭ay鈥檚 fine, she passed chem.鈥 His smug expression earns him a glare and a not-so-gentle elbow jab.聽鈥淥w.鈥 Despite the definitely exaggerated sound of pain, Stu still looks happy, or at the very least amused by something I don鈥檛 get.聽鈥淔eel like I鈥檓 with Billy.鈥 He mumbles the comment under his breath instinctually.聽鈥淥nly he doesn鈥檛 hit me as hard.鈥澛
鈥淚t was not that hard.鈥澛
He makes a point of rubbing the side I elbowed.聽鈥淚f I鈥檓 bruised, will you kiss it better?鈥
Stu鈥檚 joking. I know that he鈥檚 joking, which means the way that heat rushes to my face is totally unnecessary.聽鈥淵ou鈥檙e fine.鈥澛
-- Narrator鈥檚 POV --
The low dip of the collar of your shirt is a lot harder to not focus on now that you鈥檙e sitting directly in front of him. You鈥檙e too content to notice any drift of concentration, you just continue to take bites of your food in between topics of conversation.聽
It鈥檚 been silent for a few seconds longer than normal, and that cues Stu in to the fact that your attentive gaze is meant to be something more than cute. You鈥檙e waiting for some kind of response. He scrambles, snapping his gaze down towards his drink and then back up to you. What were you talking about?聽
At first it had been something about a book series that recently released its third part. Stu didn鈥檛 get much, but you were excited to talk about it. Sometimes the reminder that under your particular sense of humor and pretty face you鈥檙e kind of a dork is endearing. Then you two had talked about school, the middle of the year approaching and an upcoming unit exam in your mutual history class. And then lastly...a movie or two you wanted to see. Were you still talking about that?聽
鈥淲hat鈥檇 you say?鈥澛
You blink, only slightly confused as to why it took him so long to admit he didn鈥檛 hear you.聽鈥淛ust that I haven鈥檛 seen the new Amityville Horror movie yet and that I鈥檓 still on the fence because of the last one.鈥澛
鈥淚t was okay. A little slow.鈥 You nod at his reply absentmindedly, turning the straw in your cup in an attempt to push past cubes of ice to get to bit of liquid left at the very bottom of the cup.聽鈥淟ike most of the series, so I guess you鈥檇 like it.鈥澛
The comment is equal parts honest as it is an excuse to get your lips to press together in that passive aggressive way. That paired with the way you raise your eyebrows in offense always makes him want to laugh. You鈥檙e upset enough to stop the shifting of your straw. 鈥淎re you saying I have bad taste?鈥澛
鈥淵ou like the slower ones, the ones with a psychological angle. You don鈥檛 like the gory ones because you can鈥檛 stomach them.鈥 You pout, reaching for your glass, tilting it in another attempt to get some more liquid out of a cup that鈥檚 just ice.聽鈥淵ou鈥檙e a girl, it makes sense.鈥澛
鈥淪o now you鈥檙e saying I have bad taste in movies because I鈥檓 a girl?鈥
鈥淎ll I鈥檓 saying is that good, bloody deaths is more of a guy thing. That鈥檚 why girls are never the killers.鈥澛
Your eyebrows pinch together as your fingers move that straw again.聽鈥淭here are girl killers.鈥澛
鈥淵eah, but they don鈥檛 give the good kinda cinematic kills, y鈥檏now.鈥 You鈥檙e debating on pushing. Stu can tell because your pout morphs into something contemplative as you tilt your head.聽鈥淣eed a refill?鈥澛
It鈥檚 only somewhat of a deflection. Stu doesn鈥檛 mind conflict (clearly), but it鈥檇 be nice to get through the day while keeping the peace. Plus, this isn鈥檛 something worth truly arguing about, at least not after all the work he鈥檚 put into getting you to relax again. And you do need a refill because pushing against ice with your straw isn鈥檛 getting you anywhere.聽
You can tell that the abruptness of the question is likely a sign to drop it. It鈥檚 random enough to fit into category of Stu鈥檚 casual outbursts, so you don鈥檛 think he鈥檚 actually trying to force you to cave so you decide to go along with it.聽鈥淵eah.鈥澛燳ou both look forward, noticing that even though the restaurant you two are at is pretty empty, no one鈥檚 coming towards the back section of booths you two are sitting in.聽鈥淢ight take a minute, but that鈥檚 okay.鈥澛
Stu absentmindedly pushes his cup towards you, too hyperaware of how alone the two of you are. You smile gratefully before innocently taking a sip.聽鈥淭hanks.鈥
He nudges your foot with his own, gauging your reaction to the contact. You give him a somewhat questioning look but do nothing to break the contact. Stu takes a deep breath, forcing himself to not react too outwardly at your acceptance. Stu takes your lack of protest as permission to push his leg even closer against yours.聽 He leans forward, supporting himself on his forearms in a way that makes the sleeve of his shirt ride up enough to expose some of his forearm. 鈥淎nything for you, babe.鈥
You roll your eyes, but all Stu can focus on is the way the corner of your mouth pulls upwards. There鈥檚 a sarcastic retort coming, Stu can feel it. Your lips part just as your gaze hones in on something that makes your eyes widen.聽鈥淲hat happened?鈥澛
Awkward nerves spike through Stu briefly. The last time this much genuine, gentle concern was so openly displayed towards him was when you were at the hospital. Despite a concussion, the meds coursing through you, and enough trauma to constitute a final girl origin story, you still noticed the bruise on his face. A mark caused by you and the phone you threw at him in Casey鈥檚 house, but you didn鈥檛 know that, and the way you watched him. Your worry was so innocently domestic he almost couldn鈥檛 look at you.聽
And now you鈥檙e regarding him in that same way, staring at a nearly healed mark that鈥檒l likely take time to fade. A jagged line that cuts across the side of his palm and into the start of the back of his hand. Stu doesn鈥檛 remember cutting himself while dragging you away from the shattered glass. Instead, all that comes to mind is a vague pulse of pain drowned out by the panic he felt after realizing that you weren鈥檛 waking up.
鈥淏roke a glass.鈥 He hopes the casualness of the lie compensates for his vagueness.聽
You frown, taking his hand without asking and forcing him to keep his palm exposed at an angle that makes his arm feel stiff. 鈥淒id it hurt?鈥
Stu鈥檚 glad your eyes are on his hand because now he doesn鈥檛 have to worry about hiding his smile. Your question came out so instinctually, so caring. Like the most important thing right now is if he was in pain.聽
鈥淣ah,鈥 he breathes,聽鈥淚 was--鈥 He pauses briefly, because it鈥檚 not like he can say that he was distracted by the fact that he might have given you brain damage or worse.聽鈥淗igh. That鈥檚 why I cut myself. I was too high to think through picking up the glass.鈥澛燣ooking up, you tilt your head to the side, almost smiling.聽鈥淎re you making fun of me?鈥澛
鈥淚鈥檇 never.鈥 You鈥檙e amused now that you know everything鈥檚 okay.聽鈥淲anna know something kinda cool?鈥 With the way you鈥檙e watching him, waiting for an answer, Stu decides that you could say anything and he鈥檇 agree that it was the coolest thing ever, even if it鈥檚 just a lead up to another book rant.聽鈥淥kay, well not cool cool, honestly, a little morbid, but in a cool-ish way.鈥澛
Now actually curious, Stu nods,聽鈥淗it me.鈥澛
You let go of his hand in favor of holding up your palm. He doesn鈥檛 get it until you tap the pointer finger of your opposite hand against a deep pink line that traces up the skin at an angle. It鈥檚 only a little thicker than your natural palm lines.聽鈥淚f I angle my hand like this,鈥 you lay your fingers over his, taking a second to adjust the way your hand鈥檚 sitting,聽鈥淭hey look alike.鈥澛
It鈥檚 true, or at least, true enough. When you tilt your hand like that (and ignore that Stu鈥檚 cut crosses over to the back of his palm), the lines are practically identical. You鈥檙e smiling, like this is a sign, an indication that your kind of hurt could ever align with his.
Stu hadn鈥檛 thought much about it before. It鈥檚 not like the scar is on his face or anywhere significant to his appearance. But now that you鈥檝e brought it up like this, Stu thinks about maybe taking a knife to the cut again, guaranteeing that it鈥檒l become something permanent.聽
鈥淥kay, cool might鈥檝e been a little much, but--鈥澛
鈥淣o, no,鈥 Stu finally settles on,聽鈥淚t is cool, like a sign or something.鈥澛
Your eyebrows draw together for less than a second as you deduce exactly what kind of sign he鈥檚 talking about. Stu can tell the exact moment you piece it together because you press your lips together, al most glaring as you take your hand back. Your leg shifts, tapping your foot against his ankle in an attempted scolding. 鈥淪hut up.鈥澛
Already feeling like he knows the answer, Stu asks,聽鈥淗ow鈥檇 you get that one?鈥澛
Your fingers curl forward even though your palm is already facing away from him, a sign of insecurity he doesn鈥檛 get.聽鈥淵鈥檏now.鈥 There鈥檚 a pause as you stare at nothing in particular.聽鈥淎t Casey鈥檚.鈥澛
The hollowness of your voice strikes him in an unexpected way. Yeah, what happened must have scared you and the phone call probably didn鈥檛 help, but there鈥檚 such a sensitivity around Casey.聽
Stu鈥檚 rational enough that he can get that it was traumatic, but it鈥檚 not like Casey was some lifelong friend. She wasn鈥檛 even your best friend. That鈥檚 been him and Billy since you got there.
He tries not to focus on it, but it鈥檚 too easy to let that grade school mentality take over. That overwhelming mine. The only thing that even comes close to rivaling that is the ugly tinge of worry colored in an ugly shade of guilt that comes up whenever he thinks of the way that you looked in the hospital.聽
It gets under his skin a little, thinking about what it felt like to hurt you. The rush of the moment was unmatched, adrenaline from the kill and your unexpected protests mixing together. And there was a moment, when you were lying there, that Stu liked in a way he can鈥檛 put into words. Exciting in a different way. But then he noticed that you weren鈥檛 waking up, and blood was puddling around your face, and then he found out about your concussion.
Stu rarely seriously considers the possibility that something about the way he鈥檚 wired is wrong.聽鈥淵ou鈥檙e uh--鈥 You鈥檙e watching with patient eyes as Stu vaguely gestures to his temple, 鈥淥kay with all that, right?鈥澛
Your chin tilts upwards as you briefly slip away. Billy had talked about potentially over traumatizing you. That鈥檚 why Stu had to drop the idea of you getting another ghostface call while alone with him so soon. When Billy mentioned it, it felt like all talk, but now with you getting like this...聽
It鈥檚 weird. The thought of pushing you to the cusp of your breaking point isn鈥檛 unappealing, but the thought of having you broken is another thing entirely. Being broken is permanent, being broken changes things.聽
鈥淐oncussion鈥檚 gone.鈥 It鈥檚 a mumbled comment. You tap your nails against the table again.聽鈥淏ut if you鈥檙e asking about the other stuff. I don鈥檛 know, I hate to admit this because Casey鈥檚 the real victim...鈥 Stu nods, a tiny bit annoyed that this is somehow about Casey again. You鈥檙e so much better off without her. She was a bad girlfriend, she wouldn鈥檛 have been a good friend to you. She would have managed to get in between the two of you in the long run.聽鈥淏ut I have good days and bad days and that鈥檚 part of the reason I鈥檝e been home so much. It sounds stupid, but--鈥
鈥淚t doesn鈥檛 sound stupid.鈥 This is a better topic. A safer one. You nod once, but your expression isn鈥檛 convinced and Stu doesn鈥檛 know how to dive in.聽鈥淎nd this is about you way more than it is Casey. Casey鈥檚 dead and you鈥檙e not.鈥 The bluntness nearly makes you flinch, something Stu only somewhat dislikes. He didn鈥檛 mean to be harsh, but you needed to hear it.聽鈥淲hat鈥檚 today?鈥澛
The change is jarring enough to keep you from getting lost in your head again.聽鈥淭oday?鈥澛
鈥淎 good day or a bad day?鈥澛
Your expression turns, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. After a second of thought, you settle on,聽鈥淕ood. Especially now.鈥澛
He beams.聽鈥淓specially?鈥 You nod, returning his enthusiasm with the single motion. Stu focuses his energy on gripping the edge of the plastic booth seat to keep himself from reaching over and pulling you towards him. He settles for nudging his foot against yours.聽鈥淵ou want to get into the effect I have on you?鈥澛
鈥淵our ego鈥檚 plenty healthy as is.鈥澛
鈥淪o it鈥檇 be good for my ego?鈥澛
At that, you freeze, the coy expression on your face slipping. The flash of nerves fuels Stu.聽鈥淲hy are we friends?鈥 It鈥檚 a cop out sort of comeback, and you instantly pop a french fry into your mouth to avoid having to say anything else for a second.
-- Y/n鈥檚 POV --聽
I didn鈥檛 expect to be here tonight, but my mom was more than happy to keep me out of the house. According to her, I鈥檝e been a little too much into the books lately, but that鈥檚 not my fault. I fell behind a little after the attack and my concussion, and I will not let some sociopath ruin my GPA...or my social life.
Just because I feel like me and everyone I care about is safer when I鈥檓 home and out of everyone鈥檚 business doesn鈥檛 mean I need to cower in my room constantly. Even though that鈥檚 been pretty good for some of my grades (and I鈥檝e written out some points of what I鈥檝e been through recently that鈥檇 make a pretty good college essay), but that鈥檚 not the point. I can鈥檛 let that bitch win.
So now I鈥檓 here, sitting in Stu鈥檚 living room with the group, a movie that鈥檚 a little more bloody than I鈥檇 like playing. It鈥檚 okay, though. Everyone鈥檚 reaction to me showing up again was worth it. They weren鈥檛 overdramatic about it, but the warmth of it was nice.
Now we鈥檙e all a mess of blankets and pillows and couch cushions. I managed to snag a middle spot on the main couch, Tate鈥檚 head on my shoulder and Billy鈥檚 hand loosely resting against my forearm. The gesture is a barely there display of consistency that keeps me relaxed, even as the on screen action gets more and more gory.聽
鈥淪tu,鈥 Tatum mumbles at another extended stabbing scene,聽鈥淚 said nothing too stab-y.鈥 She lifts her head slightly, vaguely gesturing to me as Stu tilts his head far enough back to fully press into her knees.聽
He鈥檚 been sitting with his back to the couch since we got here. I thought he鈥檇 be more annoying about it since Tatum told him to knock it off earlier in the night, but once the movie started Stu dropped it. If there鈥檚 one thing that鈥檒l get Stu to focus it鈥檚 any movie that clearly saved a large part of their budget for fake blood.
鈥淪he鈥檚 fine,鈥 Stu hums petulantly before turning to look at me,聽鈥淎ren鈥檛 you, bugaboo?鈥澛
I wrinkle my noise at the nickname, smacking his hand away as he reaches for my knee. Gory movies have been a little difficult for me lately, but this hasn鈥檛 been too bad. I鈥檓 surrounded by people in a well lit area and every time the action picks up, Billy runs his knuckles up and down my forearm until it ends.聽
Stu pokes at my knee, trying to get some kind of reaction.聽鈥淚t鈥檚 not that--Stu, knock it off, I鈥檓 literally agreeing with you.鈥 At that, he flashes all of his teeth before leaning towards me. He sticks his tongue out, quickly licking the side of my knee before I can react. Stu has the audacity to laugh as I smack the back of his head.聽鈥淪tu!鈥澛
鈥淎nd...you two not fighting lasted an entire hour.鈥 Randy sighs, glaring at us from his own seat. The pinch of actual irritation in his voice is fair. Stu and I haven鈥檛 exactly made it easy to be around us. Our casual bickering is a cakewalk compared to how we鈥檝e been acting. Kind of more my fault than his because every time Stu tried to force niceness, that鈥檇 just irritate me more. Lots of petty comments. Lots of bickering.聽鈥淣ew record.鈥澛
鈥淥h, there鈥檚 no fight,鈥 Stu鈥檚 insistence is loud and over enthusiastic as he leans his weight against my leg.聽鈥淢e and sweetcheeks here are as strong as ever.鈥澛
I sit up enough to gently flick the side of his head,聽鈥淜eep telling yourself that.鈥澛
Stu lets out a mock gasp, 鈥淭hat wasn鈥檛 nice.鈥澛
Billy taps my arm,聽鈥淢ean.鈥澛
Shrugging a little too smugly, I sink further into the couch,聽鈥淕uess I鈥檓 a bully.鈥澛
Stu blinks, turning his head even more,聽鈥淲hat. An. Attitude.鈥 The over emphasis on each syllable makes my face feel oddly warm.聽
Tatum shifts, lifting her head off of me and kicking Stu鈥檚 side. It doesn鈥檛 look like a totally violent move but it feels more pointed than a joking shove. The way Stu sits up straighter tells me he didn鈥檛 quite expect that.聽鈥淜nock it off.鈥澛
Frowning, Stu relaxes his back against the couch.聽鈥淪he started it.鈥澛
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insidious-journalist 2 days ago
Do you call the Legion Gang and hang out on occasions?
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"I think I'd rather eat broken glass than hang out with those obnoxious brats in that winter hellscape. You shouldn't make someone essentially immortal at 19, it's just eternal teenage angst and stupidity. It's not a coincidence that the deepest ring of hell is freezing cold."
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enigma-system 2 days ago
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There was something on Twitter going on and my brain was lit x'DD
Like Pyramid Head knowing where Lauries private bedroom is because of a slumberparty Michael wasn't invited to... And Ghostface couldn't keep quiet x'D
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