#“I'm sailing away to a place I'm afraid of” yeah shut UP

[the--journeys]

HALLOWEEN FOR FLASH THOMPSON??? TALK MORE ON THAT PLEASE!!!!!

LISTEN TO ME!!!

Flash Thompson halloween is something that can be so personal.

I am sure that mr. kahan intended this song to speak to the feeling of being haunted by a past romantic relationship but unfortunately it is actually about Eugene Thompson and the ghost of survival mode. If Flash is going to do one thing and one thing only, it's going to be struggling to live through The Aftermath! Listen to this. LISTEN TO THIS!!!

But the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in And the bridges have long since been burned

I'm leavin' this town and I'm changin' my address I know that you'll come if you want It's not Halloween, but the ghost you're dressed up as Sure knows how to haunt, yeah, she knows how to haunt

Switching from an area where you have to be on constant high alert to being "safe" is such a strange experience. You have all these feelings and all these coping mechanisms that you don't "need" anymore but they're still there. It's being haunted! It's relearning HOW TO LIVE and almost every iteration of Flash Thompson (I'm including the MCU despite the CRUMBS we receive) goes through it at least once whether it be the army or a tense household or something else!!!

I know that you fear that I'm wicked and weary I know that you fear in the end But I only tell the truth when I'm sure that I'm lying So I'm setting sail once again

Sorry that Noah wrote this verse about MCU Flash Thompson struggling with learning to love and be loved post-nwh! Sorry to those who have such a strange and disproportionate amount of hate for MCU Flash Thompson because they are either a) racist or b) have never actually given two seconds of thought to character motivations within the pieces of media they claim to love! I will love him forever and ever!

There are infinitely more lines in this song ALONE that make me scream about my boy™ but this has grown long enough so thank you for coming to/enabling my Ted Talk.

<3

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Hii! I'm so happy your ask box is open again! How about Billy loomis and stu macher with a s/o who pretty much saved (either or both) of their lives while all three of them went as ghostface to kill someone, sorry if this doesn't make sense lol (also yes this is the Billy and stu anon again and I think I'll start signing my asks with these ❤🤍🖤 emojis lol I hope your having a wonderful day!!!) :))))

I wrote this as a Oneshot because I was in a very oneshot-y mood. I hope that’s okay!

Billy & Stu who’s Fem Ghostface S/O Saved their Lives

The moon was high, the night silent. Tension hung in the air, promising terror soon to come as three shadows moved like the wind through the city streets. One, two, three, they moved in single file, their footsteps soundless, their paces quick- they had a job to do, and they would do it no matter what. The head of the line had his sights set on a home at the end of the street. The lights in the two-story house were all out save for one on the second floor, so slipping inside would be simple. 

“Ready?” Billy spoke to his accomplices who followed behind him, voice modified into a deeper, more sinister tone. 

“Always.” Stu responded, and turned his gaze to you, his girlfriend. “(Y/N)?” You nod your head. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Billy arrives at a high window, standing on the tips of his toes to reach it. Of course, it’s unlocked, windows this high always are. How convenient. Billy slides it up slowly, silently, and once it’s wide enough for someone slim and small to slip through, Billy plants his feet back on the ground and turns to his boyfriend and girlfriend. He cups his hands, webbing his fingers together, and braces his knees. He doesn’t have to say a thing as you step forwards, planting a hefty boot into the cradle he’s made. Without a sound, he boosts you upwards, and with practiced ease, you use the momentum and slide directly into the dark home, tucking into a perfect roll. You made no sound within the act of your entrance. Good. Now, you stand to your full height and push the window up the last of the way. Billy boosts up Stu, and you take his hand as he sets a boot on the window sill. He’s made it in silently as well. Lastly, Billy, the heaviest and heftiest of the three of you. He has the most difficulty staying silent, but it rarely proves to be a problem. You and Stu both extend your hands out the window, and Billy grabs them, leaping upwards and planting a boot on the brick wall below the window he was slinking through. He was given just enough traction to boost himself up and onto the window sill. Now, all three were inside, still undetected. 

Billy gave a small thumbs up, a congratulations, we’re doing good so far. Next up; locating the target, and eliminating any possible threats. The girl you were after, a popular woman who would make a wonderful impact in the news once she was dead, had a boyfriend and a few snooty girls who she regularily hung out with. Today, the house looked quiet, maybe even the boyfriend wasn’t here. It was potentially perfect. Now, you took the lead, since you were the quickest and quietest, not to mention he smallest. You had a knack for slipping into tiny spaces to hide if you had to. Through the darkness, the three of you crept onward, one step after the other. The bottom floor was entirely empty, as expected. The second floor, however, was not. Just as you were creeping up the stairs, the hallway light flickered on, and the three of you instinctively retreated backwards into the shadows of the first floor. The heavy footsteps of the woman you were hunting could be heard, but none belonging to a boyfriend. You glance over at Stu and Billy, pumping a fist victoriously. They both nod their heads, a way of showing silent laughter and agreement. From here on out, it would be a breeze. 

They had called this girl many times already. It was evident in the way she moved that she was skittish, afraid to be alone. She was right to be afraid. All was quiet upstairs, so you continued forwards, a step at a time. Up, up, up you went, peeking over the floor for movement and seeing none. You continued, scanning your surroundings as you went. Nothing. You held out a thumbs up, Billy and Stu hot on your tail, and then you hear movement, fast footsteps and the flick of a light. The girl was at the end of the hallway, her back to you, shutting the door to an office or bedroom or something else. You hardly have time to shove Stu gently backwards, a Run!! and duck into a side door, a closet. You can’t shut the closet door, that’s much too suspicious, but you can face the wall and hope that the darkness of your cloak blends with the contents inside with you. You also simply have to hope that Billy and Stu weren’t seen. 

“H-Hello?!” the woman calls. Shit. She had seen something, that’s for sure. She creeps slowly, oh so slowly, to the stairs. She walks right past you without a glance. She places a hand on the railing, staring down into the darkness. A slow hand moves to the light switch- flick. No sight of Billy or Stu. The woman begins to creep down the stairs, a few steps, and just as you’re about to leap from your hiding spot and send her fleeing right into your accomplices, she whips around and races to what you can only assume to be her bedroom. Again, you’re just about to leave your hiding place, but catch sight of a glint in her hands. A gun. Your blood runs ice cold, and you know that Billy and Stu will be standing in plain sight for when this woman comes downstairs, giving her the spook of her life- and giving them so shiny bullets to the chest, or neck, or head. The woman goes racing back for the stairs, slowing at the top and taking them slowly. She holds the gun up, ready to aim and fire. What are you going to do? You finally leave that closet, creeping down the stairs after her-

“Don’t you fucking move!” the woman screams, and you know it’s now or never. “What the hell are you doing in my house you freaks?” realization hits her, you know it. “H-Holy... Holy shit!” she knows now, she knows they’re the Ghostface killers, she knows now is her chance to bring down to serial murderers. You also know it’s now or never. 

“Guys, duck!” you scream, and send yourself flying. You sail through the air, colliding with the womans side just as she sends two bullets flying. You don’t know where they hit, and you pray they don’t hit home. The woman hits the floor with a scream in which you end with a blade in the throat. It’s not the extravagant kill you and your boyfriends had been going for, but it’s better than, well... two dead boyfriends. You don’t give her body a second glance as you leap to your feet and race over to Billy and Stu. The latter is cradled in Billy’s arm, shaking, mask removed. Blood stains the fabric of his shoulder, but his breathing is even and his eyes are bright. 

“Are you okay?” you ask, frantic, and Stu nods his head, taking your hand in his and squeezing it painfully. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Stu promises, wincing, “It hurts like a motherfucker but it won’t kill me.” a smile suddenly splits his face, chasing away the pained expression, “And I just got shot! That’ll leave an epic scar!” 

“Jesus Christ, Stu!”