#dally is that guy who complains that his girlfriend is a bitch

[curtis-brothers-hug]

Sylvia who cheats on Dallas while he’s in jail as incentive to keep him out. That’s what she threatens to do if he gets himself locked up again. Then when he does anyway, she’s gotta follow through on the threat because of you don’t do that you lose your rep. Everyone only sees the times when he goes to jail and she cheats. They don’t see the times when that tactic actually works.

Sylvia who cheats on Dallas because it’s the only way to hold onto him. She’s seen him date and fuck tons of girls who don’t cheat, who never cross him, who hang on his every word and are disgustingly easy for him to impress with his king-of-the-hoods act. And she’s seen him chew up and spit out every one. She’s the only one who’s figured it out. If you want to keep Dallas Winston coming back, you gotta make him chase you. More than that, you gotta give him a reason to be mad at you. If Dally ain’t mad at you, he’s bored of you. If you don’t get his blood boiling in one way, then you don’t get it boiling in any other way.

Sylvia who doesn’t cheat on Dallas while he’s in jail, she gets assaulted. When word gets out that he’s behind bars and won’t be around to break their bones, lots of hoods take advantage of that. She tells Dally - tells the whole town, loudly and proudly and coldly - that she two-timed him, before anyone else can spread around anything else. Much better to be a girl who’s branded a cheater than a girl who can’t take care of herself. Besides, if she told Dally the truth, he might actually kill somebody, and then she’d never see him again.

Sylvia who cheats on Dallas because he cheats on her too. Oh, did he leave that part out?

Sylvia who cheats on Dallas because she’s a bitch and she doesn’t give a fuck. But he’s an asshole who does whatever the fuck he wants so why shouldn’t she? Do you think Dallas Winston is the kind of boyfriend who brings her flowers and pulls out her chair and says sorry after he says or does something shitty to her? Boys, even greaser boys, have so many tools to get what they want, to even the score. Most of the time, girls like her have just the one.

[sandrawrites13]

pinned down | | day sixteen

“if we met, at midnight, 

                                                                                          in the hanging tree. ”

welcome to day sixteen of the thirty-one days of horror! i’ve decided i’m going to include a quote from a song that you can listen to while reading for more of a spooky effect. the quote you read above is by jennifer lawrence and is entitled the hanging tree.

which, brings me right into the sixteenth prompt: pinned down. following reader and lily rabe, best known for her work in american horror story and fractured. 

triggers: honestly this is adorable

“hide and seek!” exclaimed a very excited evan, his hands in the air, pointing finger guns at you, “you said i could pick.” 

today was the first friday of the month (also the one you were thankfully given a break for from filming the new season of american horror story), which meant that everyone hanged out to spend some time together.

and, well, we’ve established that you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed. 

you enlisted this month to have evan have full control over what you did. it was slightly disappointing that you couldn’t find one person to choose the planning, thus excluding him again, but alas, it was finally the dreadful day. 

and his decision? 

surprisingly, not as bad as you thought. 

you were filming coven, so, of course, he made the executive decision to take advantage of the large house you all seemed to spend way too much time inside. and, namely, play a game of hide and seek. 

“really?” you asked, “how old ‘re you? like. . . nine?” 

“ten,” he snarked back. “ten and a half on weekdays.” 

“i’m excited,” sarah commented, pulling some of her hair behind her ear. you rolled your eyes dramatically. 

“of course you are. why did i even think for a moment you wouldn’t be?” you asked. evan chuckled, but put a finger to his lips anyway. 

“okay, shush now, everyone,” he demanded, now walking around the “dinner table” you all were sitting at. “we’re gonna have two teams. the cool team, with me, and the mediocre team with taissa.” 

“hey!” squealed an offended taissa, who was narrowing her eyes. “from what i remember, you died in the first episode.” 

gasps squeaked out of people’s throats as they covered their mouths. “she went there,” lily said, shocked, “sucks to suck. she got you there.” 

evan, unable to place a real debate in the air, just stammered for a moment and then growled, “that’s it. your team just went from mediocre to bad.” he clapped his hands together. “alright, you guys ready? we’re gonna go down the table and you’re gonna choose a table. now, i know that you all wanna be teamed with me--.”

“i call taissa,” jamie said immediately. 

“same,” gaburey added. 

evan, discouraged, pursed his lips, his glance only being able to be described by sheer disappointment and betrayal. “you two. . . disgust me,” he criticized. “come on. y/n, lily, i know y’all are gonna pair with me.” 

placing a hand under your chin, you fauxed thinking. however, when you looked back up and saw his serious face, you deflated, “fine,” you choked back laughter. “fine, fine, i’ll be on your team. lily?” 

lily, your beautiful, amazing (amongst a lot of other adjectives) girlfriend, gave a smile and nodded. “sure, evan. sorry, taissa. another time.” 

taissa shrugged. “if you wanna lose, whatever,” she joked. 

at the end, sarah was along with you guys, while jamie, gaburey, taissa, and emma were with the loser team. 

“rules are simple. taissa’s team counts first--.” 

“what? why?” emma asked dramatically, sighing heavily as she crossed her arms. 

“because i’m evan peters,” he replied, coaxing amusement from the rest of your team. “you’re gonna stand outside for a minute, and then you’re gonna set a timer on your phone. whoever tagssss all of the people in the least amount of time wins.” his grin never left his face, even when he clapped his hands together. “and even better? it’s going to be all in the dark.”

“so this is hide and seek tag? in the dark?” sarah cried in worry. “as in, we’re really not gonna turn on any lights?” 

“is this why we’re sitting in the dark right now?” you asked, groaning.  

“yup times four,” evan responded. “alright. no more dilly-dallying. you four losers outside right now!” he was jumping in excitement, pushing them out the door. he even shut it right in time for taissa to open her mouth to open a question. “as lily said earlier, sucks to suck. and we’re not gonna suck. got that, evan’s angels?” 

“evan’s--.” 

“it’s our team name,” he grinned. there was a moment of silence, of you guys standing there for a moment, before his eyes went wide. “fuck, we only have a minute!” he yelled, running off in the other direction.  

you shook your head, giving lily a kiss on the cheek and then bolting. she, confused, grabbed your arm and yanked you back. “wait, y/n, where are you going? we’re separating?” she asked, surprised. 

with a cheeky smile, you gently took her hand off of you and shrugged, walking backwards. “hey, we gotta win. and me? i’m a hide and seek master. gotta go lone wolf. love you, ba--” you were mid walk backward before you stumbled over the chair and were almost sent down to the floor. 

lily cocked her eyebrow, and you flashed a grin. “that was part of the plan,” you promised, “’kay, bye!” 

she yelled after you, followed with some laughter, but hey, this is your game, yo.

you ended up running up the stairs, into where zoe’s “room” in coven was. when you reached the top, however, you realized that evan was already there, looking around. “dude, i know i’m attractive but--,” he began, but you didn’t even want to hear the end of the sentence. 

you continued down the hall, running into the bathroom and shutting the door just a crack, leaving it open. 

they’d never suspect an open door, you promised to yourself in disapproval of your shitty hiding spot. in the midst of darkness, you were barely able to find the bathtub. luckily, given the fact it hasn’t been used, you were able to lay down in it without residue water sticking on you or gross, musky knowledge of someone standing before you haunting you. 

you held your breath, resting your shoulders and keeping your eyes open (though you really couldn’t see anything, anyway). 

it didn’t take long before you heard the loud, obnoxious voices of your friends enter the house and the door swinging open. 

from the rooms below, you could narrowly make out some sentences that made you cough away laughter into your hand: 

“waIT, WAIT I DIDN’T START THE TiMeR!!!11″

“$20 we’re gonna find sarah first.” 

“nah, we’re gonna emma first.” 

“i’m right here.” 

“oh yeah. . . i forgot that you’re on our team.” 

“gUYS SERIOUSLY I DIDN’T START THE TIMER STOP LOOKING!” 

after a few moments, and a few more laugh tempting situations, they were on the move. you could hear them taunting you, trying to coax you guys from your hiding spots by offering even cash. but you knew that evan would surely kill you if you even thought about surrendering to them. 

you instead stayed still, not moving, and not breathing whenever there was a creak or a giggle. 

and then, that’s when it happened. 

a gasp. 

a squeal. 

and running. 

you could quickly identify the gasp belonging to taissa, who was screaming the entire time and quickly identifying the person she was chasing. “guys, GUYS, I FOUND HER!! GUYS--,” a smack against the stairs and a curse, “EVAN, WE REALLY HAD TO PLAY IN THE DARK?” 

there were quick footsteps running around the hallway, and you internally prayed that she wouldn’t come into the bathroom and give away your hiding spot. 

but, this unnamed girl, sounded like she was running right there. 

“who the Hell did you find?” gabourey asked from the bottom of the stairs. 

she wasn’t able to respond before your hearing when dull and you groaned, moaning in pain from the weight of someone quite literally jumping on top of you. 

“lily!” you whisper shouted, more so wheezed, before a hand was over your mouth. that didn’t stop you from continuing, albeit muffled: “you fucking ding dong!” 

“shhh, i’m sorry, babe,” she whispered through laughter, “but shhh.” she kept one hand on your mouth, her other hand on your shoulder, pinning you down. “we can’t get caught.” 

“we most certainly can if i have a broken rib!” you once again complained, very muffled. after a second, you posed to stop and bitch faced her with your eyes despite her not being able to see it.

taissa and emma could be heard running up the stairs, and then bolting down the hallways. “come on, lily, we know you’re up here. expose yourself or we will not refrain from firearms!” 

“little violent there, emma,” taissa argued, approaching dangerously close to your room. so close, in fact, you could hear her breathing. 

lily dipped low, her head against your chest as she tried to keep quiet. you shut your eyes, awaiting the unwanted die to approach. 

“i found her!” shouted emma, and you winced against her words. “wait. . . evan?” 

evan let out a series of stringed laughter. “bahahha! you thought you would find evan’s angels before me? mistake, ms. roberts, mistake! my angels are prepared for such intimate, angering, intense moments--” 

“evan is so nice, isn’t he, y/n?” lily asked, an inch from you, yet accidentally saying it as if you were across the room, causing everyone to stop talking and you to insult her with your eyes. 

dammit, lily.  

“well,” evan said with a laugh, “at least we still have sarah.” 

“found sarah!” jamie called from downstairs.