#Melanie Nathan

[bueckerrss]

tag, you’re it - m. sturniolo

pairing: stalker ! Matt x OC

warnings: stalking, cursing, pictures being taken without consent.

summary: daisy just moved to a new home in a new town what happens when matt takes interest in her?

the triplets live in boston and aren’t famous during this.

ALL OF THIS IS FAKE! THIS IS PURE FICTION! matt will never do anything that is written in this.

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NAME: Daisy Rose Larson

BIRTHDAY: July 10th, 2004

SIBLINGS: one sister. Alison Larson(12 years old)

PARENTS: Violet and James Larson

Daisy just moved a few houses down from me, she currently lives alone and moved here for college. She is nineteen years old, she loves to read and write she graduated from high school as a valedictorian. from what I could gather she has never had a boyfriend, she takes her studies very seriously.

matt looked away from his screen just in time to see her running around the block like she usually did every day in the afternoons, he ducked down a little to keep a closer look at her without letting her see him.

“MATT!” screamed Nick from the kitchen making matt quickly get up close his laptop and get out of his room “what?” he said looking at nick “i realized that we never properly introduced ourselves to the new girl that moved in a few houses down so we were wondering if you wanted to join us on saying hi” spoke chris while putting on his shoes “yea, i’ll go” replied matt putting his shoes on.

knock knock

the knocking grabs the girls attention as she pauses the show she’s currently watching and heads to the door to check who’s there, three figures are standing outside.

“hello?” she said softly as she opened the door to the three boys in front of her “hi, sorry to show up like this but we’re your neighbors we live a few houses down” nick spoke as he stretched out his hand for her to shake “hi, im daisy nice to meet you…” “nick!” he finished with a smile “these are my brothers matt and chris” he continued pointing at each one “nice to meet you guys come in!” she said opening her door more for the boys to walk in “your house is nice” spoke matt as he took in the layout of the house.

“thank you, i’m still decorating and what not but i’m glad you like it. would you guys like water? lemonade?” the girl asked making her way to the kitchen. “water is fine” matt and nick spoke at the same time “do you have pepsi by any chance?” asked chris getting a glance from matt and nick “what i really want a pepsi right now!” whisper chris to his brothers.

the girl made her way back to them with two waters and two pepsis giving them a smile “here you go water and pepsi”

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friday march 16.

her house is beautiful she said she needed to decorate more but i genuinely think it looks fine the way she has it right now.

matt added more and more information about the girl as he progressively learned more about her. always keeping his eyes on her every time she left her house he would follow her “to make sure she was safe.”

he would also constantly take pictures of her, she went out for a walk? he was a few steps behind with his camera in hand snapping a photo, she was checking her mail? he was by his window sneaking pictures of her and looking around to make sure nick and chris didn’t catch him.

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matt quickly made his way into his room locking the door behind him as he made his way into the foot of his bed pushing the floorboard down making it pop up, he pulled out a box with all the pictures he’s taken of her and the pictures of things she’s showed interest in. he added a few more photos he had taken earlier that week before placing it back to its original place.

as the girl opened her door about to leave for work she saw a box no mailing address and no sign from who it was from just her name on the top. she brought it inside deciding she’ll open it after her shift.

i have a spare minute she thought as she grabbed some scissors to open up the box. she gasped once she saw what was inside, a perfume she saw at the mall the week before. but who would buy this for me? i didn’t even mention it to anyone.. she thought. she let it go thinking maybe she let it slip awhile ago. she put it on and headed to work.

and that’s how it was for weeks any time she saw something she liked a week later it will show up on her doorstep. it weirded her out at first but she thought it was probably her parents sending her those things.

april 15.

she seems to really enjoy the gifts i’ve been giving her, she obviously doesn’t know it’s me who is giving them to her. she can’t know. no matter how much i want to tell her it can’t happen. i don’t need another incident like eliana. she seems different tho i don’t think i’ll have a problem with her.

daisy was taking one of her usual afternoon walks when suddenly matt’s car appeared next to her slowing down “hey, i was going out for ice cream wanna join?” he ask her as he kept looking to the road and back to her “um sure todays my cheat day anyway!” she laughed as he stopped for her to get in.

“so where are we going?” she asked as she paused her music “we’re going to tipping cow” “holy shit i’ve heard about that place but never had the opportunity to go!” she said with a smile.

the time they spent together the girl had a smile the whole time making the boy fall even more obsessed in love with her.

during that night once she got dropped off by matt she realized she needed to go grocery shopping. the clock read 10:30pm there’s nothing like going grocery shopping at night. she made her way to the grocery store since it was just a few blocks away from her neighborhood.

she was walking out of the grocery shop with a few bags worth of groceries when she heard footsteps behind her, ignoring them thinking it was her own she continued walking. but her gut feeling made her look behind her to see a man in all black following her. she ran as fast as she could throughout the whole parking lot until she got home.

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weeks passed and she always had the feeling of being followed even if she wasn’t being followed. things stopped after weeks she finally felt free and not paranoid about constantly being watched.

or so she thought one certain day she was taking one of her usual walks around the neighborhood when she saw him again, the man in all black in front of her she quickly turned around and started running towards her house that was a couple blocks away. as she got in she locked her door and closed her curtains hoping that it would make her invisible.

ring ring

“h-hello?” she hesitantly answered

“you think you could run away from me? think again daisy you can never run away from me.” he spoke his voice deep and hoarse.

before going to sleep she made sure all her doors and windows were locked, she had her curtains closed. she took out the bat her dad had given her as a ‘safety weapon’ in case of emergencies like these.

that night everything was normal. the next morning she went out to check her mailbox when looking at them a certain envelope caught her attention “Daisy Larson” was in bolded letters when she opened it she found weeks worth of pictures of her. from her going on her daily walks to her being in class. she flipped the polaroid and in the bottom was written in red ink “say cheese”.

“say cheese?” she repeated in a whisper when suddenly she felt someone grab her from behind and put a cloth into her mouth. she struggled for a moment before knocking out.

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when daisy woke up she couldn’t move her arms and legs were tied up she tried screaming for help but the bandanna tied around her mouth prevented her from making any noise. she looked around the area analyzing it, it looked like an old basement or something similar to that she looked around for anything that could help her get out when her eyes landed on the wall in front of her in thick red bold letters was written:

TAG, YOU’RE IT. ;)

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hope y’all enjoy this um it was based off tag you’re it by melanie martinez (love her to death)

and hopefully this was good idek i feel like it’s rushed iddkkkk 😣😣😣

tags 🏷️: @breeloveschris @sturniolobendystrawsposts @hearts4chris @patscorner @lexisecretaccx @tubl-mc @junnniiieee07 @sturnioloblogs

[ema0rsully]

Melanie and NF

[willstafford]

Wit to Woo

LOVE’S LABOUR’S LOST Royal Shakespeare Theatre, Stratford upon Avon, Thursday 25th April 2024 Three men and a King pledge to devote the next three years of their lives to study, abstinence and celibacy.  Of course, as soon as the oath is signed, along come four beauties on a diplomatic mission.  Each of the men starts writing love notes and poems to one of the beauties, behind his confederates’…

[loserchildhotpants]

Visited friends for thanksgiving this past week, ate way too much food, but enjoyed their Pinterest mood board interior design choices 😌 and had great coffee!

[bisexualnathanyoung]

Oops

Pairing: Nathan & Mel

Word Count: 917

Warnings: Just a little bit of violence and some sexual humor

So in my main big fic, I wrote Nathan grabbing her from behind, and she just kind of yelps, but Nathan isn’t necessarily known for being quiet, so in that moment I’m just going to assume she knew it was him right away. But I was like lmao what if-

Oh, also, this is before they were actually together.

You know when you’re doing a task, and you’re not even necessarily focused on the task, you’re so in your own head, and everything’s kind of blurred out?

 I was sweeping the floor, but I was also in a non-flashback kind of trance, thinking about everything I’d done and witnessed and had done to me to get me precisely where I was. Just your casual brain blast of dead bodies and abuse but also laughing with your friends and hugging your mum. 

When you’re performing a task that’s so fucking boring that your brain has no choice but to think of anything else, and if you’re unlucky, it’ll think of everything else. 

So I was bent over, smacking the wall with this fucking broom trying to get the dirt out from under this bench in the community centre, but my brain couldn’t have been less focused.

As I stood back up, I felt a pair of arms go around me, and I screamed, and threw my head and elbows back behind me. I undoubtedly smacked them with the broom as well as it stayed in my hands. Whoever had grabbed me let go; I stomped on their foot and ran. 

I was halfway down the corridor but not quite to the other door when I stopped. I realized my hands were glowing but hadn’t let off any sparks. I also realized I was still holding on to that broom.

My heart was still racing as my senses decided to come back. All I heard was Alisha laughing.

I slowly walked back over to where I was. I peeked around the corner. 

My hands stopped glowing when I saw Nathan curled up in the fetal position on the floor. 

… Oops…

I ran back in there. 

He threw his arms in front of his face as I approached him, “Ah! don’t hit me!” 

“I am a small woman that lives in a high crime area! What did you think was going to happen, tryin to grab me like that?” I said to him. 

“I don’t know,” he responded. When he moved his arms, I noticed his lip was bleeding. 

I sighed and sat down next to him, “I’m sorry.” 

He sat up, “what are those boots made of? Bricks?.. I mean,” he dusted off his shoulders, “I’m fine. I’m good. Not a scratch.” 

“Shit,” I said, “fuck. I could’ve broken your toe.” 

I pulled his shoe and sock, and he wiggled his toes. They were kind of red. 

“Nothing looks broken,” I said, “can you bend your toes? Does it hurt?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he responded, “I’m fine.” 

I started to lift his shirt up to see if I’d hurt anything else. 

“Hey!” he said with a small jump, “you assault me and now you’re tryna get a look at the goods?” 

I let go of his shirt, “sorry. Should’ve asked. I’m just trying to make sure I didn’t hurt you.” 

A small smirk appeared on his face, “you never have to ask to take off my clothes, dear.” 

I rolled my eyes, but mainly ignored him while I lifted his shirt up again. 

I poked at his ribs, “does that hurt?” 

“A little,” he said and pouted. 

I sat back on my heels, “I’ll get you some ice.” 

“Maybe it’d help if you kissed it better?” he said with another pout. 

I sighed and shook my head, but then I leaned over and left two small kisses on each side of his rib cage. When I sat back up, he looked like he was trying to suppress a smile. He almost looked embarrassed. I didn’t know it was possible for him to be embarrassed. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” he said. 

I shrugged, “whatever helps.” 

“What about up here?” he asked and poked his lip out. 

“I ain’t tastin’ your blood,” I responded and stood up. 

“Oh, but I’d love to taste yours,” he responded with a smirk. 

I gave him a genuine look of disgust, “ew.” 

“You’d enjoy it,” he said before putting two fingers in front of his mouth and sticking his tongue between them and making a noise sounding something like an “ehg.” 

I blinked and kept my look of disgust, though turning from less disgust and more to disapproval. 

“Do you want a black eye to go with that busted lip?” I asked, sounding more sarcastic than hostile. 

“Nah,” he replied, “that’s a bit too kinky for my taste.” 

I ran my hand over my face, “I’m going to get the fucking ice.” 

“The fucking ice?” he said, “oh like when girls-”

“Shut up!” I cut him off. 

He grinned. I was beginning to think he was proud of himself every time he managed to rile me up a bit. 

I went and got the ice from the kitchen and came back. 

I handed him a bag of ice with a paper towel and another paper towel for his lip. 

“Thank yooooou,” he said. 

“You’re lucky I didn’t electrocute your arse,” I responded, not wanting to give in to the fact that I thought he was kind of adorable. 

“Specifically my arse?” he said, “alright, dominatrix.” I gave him another side-eye.

Kelly joined us in the main area after leaving the locker room. “The fuck’d happen to him?” She asked. 

“She did,” Nathan answered. 

“Oh, did he finally grab your arse like he thinks about every single day?” She asked me. 

“Those thoughts were private!” he butted in before I could answer. 

[footballers-wags-kids]

Ines , Melanie , Kaylee , Sara and Michele during Coldplay World Tour 2023 at Etihad Stadium 🎤🎶

( Bernardo Silva , Manuel Obafemi Akanji , Nathan Ake , Ilkay Gundogan , Kevin De Bruyne : Manchester City )

Pic: Sara Gundogan

[leafith]

How TF did Just creator draw this...

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That girl's not normal-

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Bad movie I have Along for the Ride 2000 aka Forever Lulu

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WWW Wednesday: August 9th, 2023

WWW Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Sam at Taking on a World of Words. The Three Ws are: What are you currently reading?What did you recently finish reading? What do you think you’ll read next? Here is what I am currently reading, recently finished, and plan to read from Thursday to Wednesday. Let me know if you have read or are planning on reading any of these books!! Happy…

[mattslolita]

teddy bear - m. & c. sturniolo ( 001. )

in which ... after the haunting and fatality of the ghostface killers who made you their final girl, they come back for you.

( ghostface!matt x black!fem!reader x ghostface!chris )

warnings ; death , gore , stalker behavior , possessive behavior , eventual smut , ghostface!matt , stalker!matt , possessive!chris , ghostface!chris , angst , blood & knives , final girl!reader

"𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕?"

( ^ this playlist is for the wattpad version of this fic ! if you are interested in reading it, my wattpad is : faerieribs )

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it was as if she was foreign, an alien even — y/n felt aliented to those around her now. it was like as if a switch caused everyone to look at her differently, or rather not at all. she felt like some kind of monster among the normality of everyone.

the only people who y/n did not feel like a stranger to were nicolas and nathan — of course, unfortunately they'd been dragged into what's happened to her even though it was the last thing she expected or wanted to happen.

she was still surprised that marylou even still wanted the girl within vicinity of the remainder of her family — those being nicolas, her husband jimmy, and her oldest son justin who had moved away a while ago. nevertheless, she still treated the girl like the daughter she never had. and y/n felt guilty, because two of her sons were no longer with her due to what she blamed herself for.

but how was y/n supposed to know the horror of what matthew and christopher were capable of?

she inhales deeply as she accidentally squeezes nick's arm too tightly when they arrive at somerville high school — he gives her a reassuring expression, squeezing her hand that was in his.

"i doubt anyone's gonna give you a hard time," nate says to y/n, shrugging his shoulders, "we can always ditch first too, if-"

"nate, you just want an excuse not to go to class," y/n laughs dryly, causing the boy to roll his eyes playfully. sure it wasn't the best laugh she could muster, but nate still liked the sound.

"we're right here with you," nick reminds y/n, as they walk towards the front of the school. "if they stare, i'll stare right the fuck back."

"thank you," y/n says quietly.

there's already students milling around the school, most people just waiting for classes to start. they're scattered about the area, gossiping and talking aimlessly. but y/n could already sense it before it happened — as if on cue, heads turned when the three of them begin to slowly make their way towards the front entrance.

people stare. 

y/n wants to hide out under a rock, because she can't take the looks of either pity or disgust she received. she swallowed thickly as she tried to ignore the people icing her out, but y/n could feel her hands become clammy as she walked on. she felt like a zombie walking amongst the living.

"i can't believe she came back," someone whispers, staring the girl down, "and how are they still friends with her?"

nick's head is quick snap towards the girl's direction, and he gives her a cold glare that causes her to zip her lips as the three continue to walk inside of the school grounds. thankfully enough, not many people seemed to be occupying the lockers which bianca was assigned to, so the three of them hurriedly made their way towards it.

"i swear i was seconds away from punching that junior's nose," nate said, shaking his head as he looked at y/n, "this is gonna get old really fuckin' fast."

"i don't think i'll ever get used to it," y/n says bitterly, opening her locker. she took out her books needed for her first four classes, then she shoved her bag into it. "guys i don't think we ever went over our schedules."

"oh fuck, i forgot about that," nick says, reaching for his paper inside of his bag, "here's mine."

nate fishes his own out of his backpack, then the three of them hold theirs up to each other — great. y/n only shares her third period with nate, then her fifth and sixth with nick. she frowns at her elective on her paper : she was a cheerleader. last year, y/n would see matt and chris at practice whilst she and her squad went over new routines or even old ones, and she remembered when they would chat when they took breaks. a gulp rode down her throat as tears almost prick her eyes at the memory, but she forces it to the back of her mind.

the inside lockers start to fill up, and y/n could feel multiple eyes on her as they're passing by her. it's almost time for the bell to rang, but y/n wishes that she could just hide in the bathroom for the rest of her senior year — no need in sitting in seven classes a day filled with people who would inevitably never look at her the same way.

she would never stop blaming herself for what happened on october thirty first of last year.

the bell rang, and y/n knew it was time to face reality unfortunately — nate gives her an apologetic smile as he shoves his schedule back in backpack.

"remember to text me y/n/n, i'll be down," nate reminds her, and she chuckles lightly as he gives her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, "i'll see you guys later."

nick turns to y/n, his gaze concerned as he looks over her. "you're gonna be okay? you sure you don't want me to switch any of my classes?"

"absolutely not, nick," y/n says sternly, "if you switch anything it'll probably fuck up photography and i'm not risking it."

"bitch i'm like the only person in it," nick reminds her, causing her to grin and let out a small giggle. "but if you say so."

"i promise i'll be fine," y/n tells her best friend with a nod of confirmation, "i don't need to be babysat."

"you know i'm not trying to do that," nick said with raised eyebrows, "i just wanna make sure people don't make you uncomfortable."

"they'll do it regardless," y/n laughs bitterly, "i'll text you if i need you, okay?"

"you better," nick says, giving her a pointed look before pulling her into a quick hug, "love you, see you later."

"love you too," y/n tells him, and he gives her one last smile before he walks in the opposite direction.

she inhales a deep breath as she starts walking in the direction of her first class of the day — nobody's giving her a break. she receives so many looks and she has the urge to just tell everyone to fuck themselves, because they didn't know the half of it. the permanent image burned into her psyche forever, they didn't have even an inkling of a fucking clue.

the universe must've completely had it out for her, because her first class was trigonometry — oddly enough, she usually loved math. it was one of her strongest subjects. but then memories of helping chris with anything math related plagued her mind, and she accidentally remembered a day in specific and it made her want to throw up when she remembered the exact date.

a few students had already sat down in their seats, and as soon as y/n walked in everyone's eyes shot up towards her. she tries to ignore the lingering stare from a junior who has a sneer on his face as she sits in the spot closest to the window, not bothering to look around her.

instead, she looks outside towards the corridor with her hand under her chin, surveying the small huddle of a few students as they sit along the brick wall. it reminds her of her old group, and how they used to spend their free period enjoying each other's company.

a tear almost threatens to escape y/n's eyes until the loud ring of the final bell snaps her back into reality — when she turns around, she sees the three seats on either sides of her are all unoccupied, as if everyone has chose to purposely avoid her. very few people give her a pitiful expression, but it does nothing to help the blossoming feeling of dread that lingers in her chest as she slumps down in her seat.

the teacher, mr. christensen quickly hushes the chatter coming from the students, whilst y/n remains quiet and instead looks towards the man with a dull expression painting her features. "good morning class, i'm mr. christensen. i taught p.e. last year so some of you might remember me. i see a few new faces though, so welcome to trigonometry."

y/n remembers mr. christensen and the welcoming speech he gave last year, so she allows herself to tune out of it as she stares ahead blankly. unfortunately for her, her mind wanders back to the memory of how things were.

before halloween of last year. 

she longed for things to go back to how they were before, but she knew that would never be possible. all she could do was blame herself continuously for allowing herself to be fooled into thinking they could be innocent.

the dark, crimson blood that stained their faces as sadistic smiles painted the once innocent expressions...

but were they ever really innocent in the first place?

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at the end of trig, mr. christensen had pulled y/n to the side to talk to her about the resources the school provides as far as counselors are concerned. of course she didn't want to be rude, so she just smiled meekly and thanked the man, but her honest opinion? no amount of counseling could help y/n help to forget all that's happened to her.

she texted nate to meet her in the hallway at her lockers before they got to their third period, which was spanish II — they both took it together last year, and both were grateful since they pretty much helped each other out.

as y/n walks down the hallway towards her locker, it seems like people are staring at her now more than ever. she inhales deeply as she continues, looking ahead of her to spot her locker. she does, but there's a small crowd gathered around it when she gets even closer.

when they see y/n getting closer as she approaches them, they disperse quickly. when y/n finally reaches her locker, she lets out a small gasp at blood red, capitalized letters that are spray painted in graffiti on her grey locker,

FINAL GIRL.

her eyebrows furrow before she hangs her head in defeat — in hindsight, there was a chance that whoever put this was probably right; it was almost as if she was kept alive to retell the story, to live it down for the rest of her life.

"who the fuck did it?" nate's voice booms angrily as he reaches y/n, looking around at the people as y/n is reluctant to tear her eyes away from her locker. "you alright, y/n/n?"

"i'm fine," y/n answers dryly, her voice barely above a whisper as her throat runs dry. she nods her head, but still cannot tear her eyes away from the letters that stare so boldly at her.

"i'm gonna ask again, who the fuck wrote this?" nate asks people who still continue to watch.

he receives a few 'no's', but not an answer he's satisfied with yet, until a sophomore steps up towards the two shakily, looking back and forth in between y/n and nate. "um, i saw it when i went to the bathroom during second period. i didn't see who wrote it. i'm sorry that they did."

y/n turns to the sophomore girl, giving her a genuine small smile as she nods to her. "thank you for telling me."

"of course," the girl says, this time her voice is softer and more prominent. y/n searches her face for any type of sarcasm, but she finds nothing but a pure sweetness within her. 

"somebody did this while everybody was in class, then," nate concludes, turning to face y/n, "should we tell the principal about this? you know he said if anyone bothered you or-"

"actually nate, it's okay," y/n tells him, looking at him as she lets out a sigh. "if we're being honest, people are gonna say shit no matter what. so i don't really care about this."

"are you sure?" nate asks her once more, his expression laced with concern. y/n hated it.

"i swear i am," y/n tells him again, "now can we get to class? you know how ms. murphy gets when anyone's late to her class."

"remember in the first quarter last year when i was late that one time and she made me do two puzzles with spanish adverbs?" nate recalled, and for the first time that day, she lets out a real giggle at the memory.

"we were up till almost eleven that night because you bribed me with money," y/n snorts, as the two begin to walk down the hallway. "you're gonna have to start figuring this shit out on your own, nate."

"yeah yeah kid, i know," nate says, shaking his head.

kid.

the nickname rang in her head, taking her way back to the night everything changed.

( lilly's corner 💌 )

this was supposed to posted AFTER i hit 2k on here, but i already hit 2k on wattpad and i'm impatient so ☺☺☺☺☺ shoutout to my angel @mattluvr u were one of the first to see😝

the way i just basically changed out y/n & the oc's name for the wattpad version...ANYWAY ! hope y'all enjoy this fic ! lots of love to you, muah. 💌

[loserchildhotpants]

Today is my 10th wedding anniversary ❤️✨

[bisexualnathanyoung]

Scared

Pairing: Nathan Young/OC (Mel)

Word Count: 1.6k

This is a lot of inner monologue from Mel with bits of dialogue. A midnight commentary on “shit’s fucked,” if you will.

Everything. Everything was so fucked. And I was scared. I thought I was over “scared.” I’d become numb by the time I was 16. The drugs helped, but I didn’t necessarily need them.

As I listened to Nathan’s heart beat, I couldn’t help but think of the bodies. The images flashing in my mind. Nathan’s dead body in my arms. Not being able to save him. Our friends assuring me he’d come back. But it didn’t help. Something about being covered in your boyfriend’s blood is extremely unsettling. So much fucking blood… the warmth of it turning cold then drying, caked on my skin. The smell permanently imprinted on my memory. However, not as bad as dead body smell.

On top of all of these memories stacking on top of each other. I was reminded of Simon saying people would come for us… I’d brushed it off at the time. Fuckin’ Wertham. The council barely gave a shit, what would anyone want with a bunch of barely adult delinquents? But I thought about Nathan’s power. A man that can’t stay dead. Can you imagine the type of super soldiers you could create with that if someone could find a way to duplicate it? I thought about how my power was primarily triggered by fear. And other things… it’d recently been set off by my happiness over an ice lolly. It was mango! Whose ever heard of that?! I’d worked on suppressing it, but I had very little idea on how to use it.

Regardless, I’d begun thinking what if we’d become some sort of government lab rats. I was pretty sure Simon was going for the heroes and villains route, which seemed beyond stupid to me. Sure, you can get superpowers from a fucking storm, but superheroes? Supervillains? Nothing is ever that black and white. I’d seen plenty of villains in my time, and none of them had any powers I was aware of… maybe they did now though. I tried to shake off the thought. Then I thought about everything we’d done… what if we were the villains..? Because we sure as hell weren’t heroes. Except maybe for that stunt Nathan pulled with the weirdo Christian cultist brainwash whatever. But I had no memory of that, so he remains in my mind as my stupid boyfriend. My stupid boyfriend that I love. The cutest guy in the world. The love of my life. Baby. Love… what was I talking about? Oh. Fear. My anxieties seemed to fade to a dull ache in my chest. I figured Nathan had fallen asleep a long time ago on account of he wasn’t talking.

I tried to snuggle closer to him, and he made a small noise while moving his arm to hold me tighter.

“Are you awake?” I whispered.

He made another sweet, small noise and followed it up with, “I am now.”

“Do you ever get scared?” I asked. My chest and stomach were still burning with a fear I couldn’t place.

“Nah, baby, I’m invincible,” he said, slowly rubbing my back.

I sighed, “I’m really scared.”

“Hm?” He responded, “another nightmare?”

I shook my head, “no, I never fell asleep. I’m just scared of… everythin’.”

He kissed the top of my head, “what do you mean? Everything? Things are goin’ fine. Community service’s almost over.”

“I don’t care about community service… I care about… I don’t know… everything! The storm? Powers?” I laced my fingers in between his, “people have to be getting hurt from this shit. They have to be.”

“You can’t worry about that. We’re not fuckin’ superheroes. It’s not our job to take out every person who got a power,” he said.

I shrugged, “it still bothers me… and then your power scares me too.”

“Why?” He responded.

“Why?” I responded, “what d’you mean why? You can’t fucking stay dead. Do you know how valuable that would be to a government? You don’t think they’d fuckin’ steal your blood and try to do some kind of fucked up Captain America bullshit? Fuckin’ Weapon X?!”

He yawned, “I’ve got no idea what you’re talkin’ about, baby,” he rubbed my back, “try to go back to sleep.”

“I can’t,” tears started forming, “there’s so many bad people in the world. And I’m scared, and I’m sad, and I can’t save anybody.”

“You don’t know that,” he said, continuing to rub my back.

“Yes,” I said, trying to wipe my eyes, “I do. I’ve been mind controlled twice. I haven’t got my mind, what have I got? And I’ve always been so good at defending myself, and now I just feel small and weak with everything that’s happened.”

He held me tight, “it’ll be okay. I’m here. I’ll protect you.”

I sighed, “I don’t want you to protect me.” First of all, that was a lie. I continued, “I want to be strong. I want to protect myself.”

“Then, I don’t know... Go to the gym or something,” he responded.

I groaned into his chest.

“What?” he said, “that’s all I got.”

I snuggled into his neck, “I just don’t know what to do.”

“Don’t do anything,” he said, “that’s what I do.”

“But it’s not enough,” I started to cry again, “it’s never enough.”

“Nobody can save the world, Mel,” he said, “shit’s fucked. It’s always going to be fucked. Just make the best of it.”

“I wish it was that easy,” I said and sniffled.

“Just don’t think about it,” he said and rubbed my arm. I thought for a second to say that’s shitty advice, but I decided not to.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t get nightmares too,” was what I decided to say.

He shrugged, “maybe, but then I move on. Pretend like it doesn’t exist. Forget it happened. Do something else.”

I moved over and sniffled a bit more, trying not to cry again, “I thought you’d understand.”

“I’m trying to help,” he said in that pitiful tone he took when he really didn’t know what to do.

I started crying again because I knew he was being sincere, because I didn’t know what I wanted him to say either. I just felt pitiful and weak, and I felt like I wasn’t supposed to be.

You don’t have time for emotions when you’re trying to survive. Like Nathan said, you “move on.” I’d been thrown into different programs, barely opening up, being told it’s okay to feel. It’s okay to be angry and sad when things happen, and people let you down. But I threw it out the window because I couldn’t let that shit show. You hold your head up high; throw on the confidence, look angry, be angry. Don’t let anyone fuck with you.

But I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t tell myself, “I’m not scared,” anymore. I was terrified. I was full of regret and guilt and pain. My thought process of “don’t let it happen again” became “when is it going to happen again?” How long would it be until the ball drops, the bottom falls out, when everything falls to shit? I’d never imagined things would get so bad. I’d trained my whole life to act like things were okay, and they weren’t. They really weren’t. We were one misstep away from prison or whatever worse there was. Anything could happen at any moment, and I hated it.

I rolled over to face him and rubbed at my eyes. I couldn’t stop crying. I tried to get words out, and I couldn’t.

“It’s okay,” he said, “you’ll be okay.” He tried to pat me on the arm.

I threw my face into his chest, and he held me.

“It’s gonna be alright,” he said, “promise.”

I tried to sit up, and he let me go.

“But what if it’s not?” I said with tears still falling down my face, “what if it’s not?! I am so sick of this shit!” I threw my hands up and sparks flew everywhere.

“You need to calm down,” he said and rubbed my leg.

“How?! How can anybody calm down?! There’s so much bullshit in the world, and then we’ve got no fucking idea who has these powers! What they can do with them! Like actual bad people! And meanwhile I’ve got old grannies looking at me picking up shit on the street thinking I’m the problem! Oh because I dare to fucking stick up to bullshit authority! Because that’s obviously the biggest problem is young people being a menace to society! Meanwhile the authority can do whatever the fuck they want; believe whatever the fuck they want! Because fuck me, right?! Because I’ve got a “history”, I put in air quotes, “because I’m “troubled.” I must be a fucking liar, right?! Well, why tell the fucking truth when no one’s going to believe you anyway?!,” I kept crying, “it’s never enough. It never matters. Nothing I do matters.”

He sat up next to me and held my hand, “without you, I’d still be living in a community center. I think that matters.”

I shrugged and gave him a small smile.

“You’re a good person,” he said, “that’s more than most can say. That’s more than I can say.”

I lightly shoved him, “shut up. You’re a good person.”

“That’s highly debatable,” he responded.

“Well, I think you are,” I said and laid my head on his shoulder.

“Oh, then, if you think I am, and you’re right about everything, then it must be true, yeah?” he said and kissed me on the head.

“Yeah,” I responded and squeezed his hand.

I yawned and laid back down. I pulled at his hand, “hold me?”

“Always,” he said and laid down next to me and pulled me into his arms.

I held his arm.

“I’m still scared,” I said softly.

“I know,” he responded.

“Promise me you’ll be safe when I’m not there to protect you,” I said and lightly kissed his arm.

“Promise,” he replied.

[bellrocsgf]

Random Jason hcs

Random Jason Headcanons

Disclaimers: rawr

Doesn’t sleep. Jason needs sleep yes but no, he will stay awake until his body physically cannot take anymore and passes out. He is v work oriented and when he’s focused on something you cannot take him off it. Sometimes his friends try to forcefully make him sleep but Jason’s a biter (the little rascal innit)

He is TERRIFIED of dogs, FR if he sees a dog he pretends to be calm but walks away very quickly however if the dog chases him… ZOOMMMM- Jason will climb a tree, jump on a car, whatever the f—k to get away from that short legged dinosaur. Never seen a child murderer beg for forgiveness quicker gadayummmm. He avoids smile dog like the plague ✌️

LJ, Candy Pop, Nathan The Nobody and Puppeteer are like his chosen family. LJ is the only person Jason feels could ever understand him. Nathan and Pup like the brothers he never had and Candy Pop is one of his biggest inspirations when he has art block (i’m a sucker for family wholesem stuff 😭)

Jason listens to Lana Del Rey (cannot tell me i’m wrong), Melanie Martinez and Mother Mother mainly, he also has a secret love for Jazmin Bean. He loves light sounding songs that have really messed up meanings, like it sounds like a lullaby but the lyrics would be so horrible (in a sad way) it makes you physically uncomfortable.

Happy Tree Friends, he loves it… if you know you know 😊

Jason surprisingly doesn’t like sweet food that much, almost all sweets or pastry’s are just too sickly for him, he’s a very picky eater

Jason is the biggest gossip every omg, if one person knows something somehow he knows to and now everyone knows. could not be caught dead with his nose in the right place. Your secrets are not safe, Jason is always the drama babes

[koolaidoverliving]

Papa Grande? Headcannon, or x reader your pick

AAAWHHH HELL YEAHHH okay so papa grande is like william and frankie in that he doesn't have a place in my main au, but he is included in my slendermansion one

slenderman keeps an eye on proxies all over the world, and at some point he brings them into the mansion. papa grande is a travelling magician. he's been almost everywhere in europe, putting on shows and killing select people from the audience. under the influence of slenderman, and his own fits of hysteria, he keeps the people he kills to be apart of his "audience".

the reason he travels so much is to one, get away from his crimes. and two, because he likes the change of scenery. he spent his entire childhood being praised by an audience and having expectations loaded onto him. the fame never left his head, and he still craves that fame. maybe because it gives him a sense of comfort. to know he didn't go through that pain for nothing.

a few years before he's welcomed to the mansion, papa grande landed in england where he met nathan in an old auditorium. the two of them formed a father-son bond. papa grande soon met nathan's friends, candy pop and jason, as well as his wife: ciara.

papa grande came to the mansion with the dollmaker. papa grande was in england while the dollmaker was in russia.

here are the little headcanons now :D

bisexual (he/him) and he did have some romantic relations w his bff ricky in the past. Ask him about it and he'll probably Just Laugh. Confused how anyone even knows who Ricky is.

he keeps a locket with melanie's picture

as well as a photo album with various pictures of them and places they wanted to go together.

papa grande teaches magic tricks to nathan and jason. he saves the best magic tricks for jason because he wholeheartedly believes jason is a fellow magician.

the first time papa grande met candy pop, candy pop tried to turn papa grande into a sugar daddy.

but that didn't work. so now candy pop is just an annoying pest who keeps asking papa grande to reveal his magic secrets.

the kids love his magic tricks. especially lucy and ben. sally always gets papa grande to perform during mansion parties.

yes he's a god at bingo

he likes jazz music as well as old ass songs from the 50s which get him made fun of.

he has a tophat collection

his bedroom in the mansion is a stage room. it's like laughing jack's circus room but smaller. there's a little area backstage with a bed and other personal belongings.

sometimes he comes into the mansion carrying dead bodies in a box or bag.

papa grande aggressively curses in italian

HE DESPISES AMERICAN FASTFOOD. A SINGLE MEAL FROM MCDONALDS COULD KILL HIM.

also he hates long staircases for reasons i don't even have to state.

^_^