#did anyone make an order for a possessive/protective boyfriend

[the-grimm-writer]

Request for something where your boyfriend owes Toman a lot of money he can't pay back so he offers you as collateral. Hanma doesn't know why seeing you devastated and heartbroken make him feel so many things. Taking you away from your scummy bf is just business. He needs to do something about his intense urge to love and protect you though so he gently non/dub-cons you while moaning possessive shit in your ear.

God I love Hanma so much he's my favorite red flag <333

Tw: dub-con, forced kissing, mentions of kidnapping and murder, fingering, fem reader

"Are you crying over him again?" Hanma asked you with a deep sigh, ignoring how you flinched when his hand with punishment inked on the front of it gently wiped away your tears. “How many times do I have to tell you he’s not worth your tears?” 

If you were anyone else, Hanma would've laughed, told you to suck it up. Yet the moment he brought you in he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you like he normally would. 

“I know,” you responded with a sniffle. “But I can’t help it. You can’t control who you love.”

"Maybe not," he agreed with a sigh. "But you can open up to someone else. Someone who won't betray you."

"I miss him." You protested.

"He's not going to come back," he said softly but kept his tone firm. "I had to make sure of that. Or else I would've had to kill you to."

The rule usually was to take out everyone involved. He always did, except for this time. Kisaki and the others would chew him out once they found out he spared you.

Not that he cared if he was being honest. They'd bitch about it until they needed him to take out the next person that decided to cross Toman.

Shuji sighed as more tears streamed down your puffy cheeks. Betrayal wasn't something he took lightly, so he gladly took the bastard out.

"Am I really such a monster that you can't bare give me a chance?" You were stiff as his strong arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his lap before you could rush to the other side of the bed.

He was one, and damn proud of it. There was a reason why he's been nicknamed the Reaper. In the world they lived in, he needed to be a monster in order to protect you. But he didn't want you to see him as just a monster.

Lifting your chin up, you shivered as you looked into his amber eyes. How cold they could be, you'd seen it when he broke down the door to the apartment you'd been sharing with your now ex-boyfriend.

His eyes nearly glowing with disdain as he silently watched as your boyfriend yelled out excuses he was tired of hearing. Until he grabbed you and threw you towards him.

Rage lit up inside him like a match as Shuji watched you hit the ground. What kind of coward would do that to his woman? He knew that he shouldn't talk, but there were lines even he wouldn't cross. He looked down at you as you shakily stood up, and instead of being mad at your boyfriend, you went up to him instead. It made his stomach bubble up with an urge he hadn't felt in a long time.

The urge to protect. Who else would since you wouldn't even protect yourself? Instead, you pleaded with him to let your worthless boyfriend go, that you'd do whatever he wanted as long as no harm was done to him.

He had agreed and waited for you to fall asleep that night in the safety of his home to finish his job. Then he gave everything that scumbag deserved. Which is what led up to this now.

For days he couldn't help but stare at you. He never laid a hand on you, yet you couldn't help but flinch still, knowing how dangerous the gangster was. And he wanted to wait until you were more comfortable, when you understood he wasn't like your ex, yet he couldn't hold himself back. He needed to prove himself to you.

Shuji could be cruel, bend you across his lap and spank you until you're crying and pleading that you'll do whatever he wants. Or he could chain you to the bed, overstimulate you until you're swearing you belong to him.

As much as the sadistic side of him jumped at the thought, he pushed it down. He wasn't young and irrational anymore.

He wanted to show you even evil men like himself had soft spots. His soft spot just so happened to be you.

"You know I wouldn't hurt you, (Y/n)." He said softly, running his hand up and down your inner thigh, his other hand on your waist to keep you in place.

"Shuji!" You gasped as his hand slipped under your panties, gently rubbing your entrance, pressing down against your clit. "I -"

You moaned, resting your head against his shoulder, making him smile, kissing the top of your head. "Such a good girl." He praised. "Let me take care of you."

When he felt that you were wet enough, he gently pushed his finger into you, testing the waters as he felt how tight you were around him. He pumped his finger into you before adding the other.

"See how much your body loves me?" He smiled as you whined when his fingers curled inside you, hitting spots you never could think of before. "All we need is that pretty head of yours to follow suit."

You couldn't help but moan as his fingers hit the spongy spot in your walls that made you clench around him in pleasure, using his thumb to rub your clit. He thrusted them into you, satisfied with your reactions.

"You're mine." He growled in your ear. "Now cum." He demanded as you cried out, jolting against him as you flooded his fingers with your juices as he continued to push his fingers into your cunt. He waited for a minute before pulling away, groaning in satisfaction as he licked his fingers clean.

Then he laid you down on the bed, pulling you into a kiss as he got on top of you, you could taste yourself on his lips. He could sense how nervous you were as he pulled off your clothes, your body still shaking from how intense he made you came, feeling his hard on brush against your thigh.

"Fuck." He looked at your body like it was a work of art. "I love you so much, (Y/n)."

Looking at him stand up to strip, you rubbed your wet thighs together. How easily the powerful executive could overpower you, hurt you, yet he stayed gentle as he could.

He kissed at your neck, gently biting and sucking as he parted your legs again so he could line himself up with you, cock already leaking with precum. He grabbed your breasts, squeezing and gently pinching your hard nipples and doing it again when you let out a pleasured gasp.

Pushing into you, he waited for you to adjust to his size before he kept going. Slowly sinking into you inch by inch. When he was finally in all the way he waited for a moment before he started to push in and out of you.

Watching you moan, he began to pick up his pace, being careful not to go too hard. He wasn't going to be rough just yet. You felt so good, your cunt squeezing him in as

"See how good I make you feel? My good girl." He smirked as he felt you clench around his length when he called you that. "You like that, huh baby?"

You nodded your head, gasping each time he pushed into you. He seemed to know your body so well already, your ex was never able to make scream with pleasure the way Hanma was able to.

Hesitantly, you wrapped your arms around him as his cock hit all your sensitive spots. Arching your back as the sounds of his skin smacking against your own filled the room.

"Love you so much." He grunted as he thrusted into you, excited to mark you as his and let you know that he was all yours as well. "Gonna mark you as mine."

You cried out his name as you came, pulling him closer to you as you felt him throbbing inside you. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as he quickly followed.

"Mine." He groaned into your ear again as he came inside you, flooding your walls as he shuddered. "All fucking mine."

[seireitonin]

Grlll imma need some moreJeff content. Idk what exactly but I need it, maybe some romantic/ normal headcannons. Whateva u do I will rlly appreciate it and love it

Omg my first boyfriend ever, Jeff!!!! I’m starting to love him all over again he’s so nostalgic! Anyway in no specific order here are more hcs for him! I used Nina as an example of how he views/ thinks of being in relationships (once again I hc Nina as black)

Jeff is 30 years old

Him and Toby were born the same year but Jeff is a little older

Despite what everybody thinks Jeff is capable of love

But his love isn’t normal or kind

His love is intense obsession and admiration in a way

For example in his own way he really did love Nina

But he’s just such a bad person that he couldn’t or rather refused to properly show it

He admired the was she threw her life away for him he admired the way she was willing to let him run her life for so many years

He was obsessed with her in his own way, the way she worshiped him making him feel like he was above everyone

Nina left him after coming to her senses though, and he constantly plots on how to break her down and get her back, despite being with Toby now

He is very protective over the people he cares about though

Willing to kill anyone who even makes them feel slightly bad

His obsession will make him very possessive

Why would you need anyone but him anyway? He’s literally Gods gift to Earth

You should be happy he loves you this much

He’s very smart with his words and actions

He’s very calculating and cunning

Part of this manipulation to make people stay is because he actually does crave genuine connection in his own way

He just doesn’t know how to do that

He’s always been rude, antisocial, blunt and self serving

All that being worse now that he’s a murderer

He can’t ever change. Not that he wants to

So instead of trying to change he’ll just use his smarts and tactics

He loves the way he is why should he have to change for anyone?

He still thinks of Nina even though he won’t ever admit it

He remembers the nights he’d hold her close and he’d feel her warmth

He remembers how he’d get her small things for her birthday and how her face would light up, shocked that he even remembered

“Hey, got you something”

He throws it towards her

“Jeff! Brass knuckle necklaces?! I love them! How’d you get these!”

“Killed their original owner. You’re welcome. You don’t know how hard it is to find people with shitty taste like yours.”

Nina doesn’t even care about the insult as she excitedly tries on her new jewelry

He remembered how they’d encourage each other toxic and self destructive self serving behaviors

“Wanna rob that Hot Topic?”

“Yes!!!”

“Okay let’s go stab someone so the rest run and we can raid the place.”

“Yay! I love you!”

“I love me too”

He remembers how they were partners in crime together

He misses her smile and bubbly personality

He remembers how Nina would do what he said because they loved each other the same way

Deep obsessive admiration and impulsivity

He remembered when they kissed for the first time

It was rare that he showed affection to her or touched her at all but when they did it solidified in his mind that she was given to him by God himself. He deserved her. She was made for him.

He’d never felt so right. He never thought anyone would make him feel the way she did. She’s perfect to him. Even though he’d never say that. Can’t have her thinking that they’re on the same level

Some nights he’d just stare at her while she slept, touching her skin that felt just like his. Even leaving soft, bloody kisses on it.

He’d only do this when she slept, not wanting her to see him vulnerable or affectionate at all.

“So beautiful. Just like me. Just the way I made you.” He’d say as he traced the permanent smile on her cheeks and her burned dark golden brown skin

God he hates Toby for taking that away from him

Nina and Jeff were perfect together in his eyes

He hates Toby for telling her different and showing her stupid healthy love

Toby took away Nina, Jeff’s God given right.

He should’ve killed Toby when he had the chance

Nina started becoming more “boring” the moment they started talking with each other

Then one day she fought Jeff and left him completely

He should’ve killed Nina too

How could she do that to him? She was his in every sense of the word

He made her

Made her to be just like him

But Toby told her that was “manipulation” and took her from him

He hates them both and is plotting revenge every day

He was actually really close with Toby

So he feels betrayed by 2 people he cared about

His face is severely infected because every time his scars start to heal or close, he opens them right back up

They only get more beautiful each time in his eyes

His hair is long and goes to his mid back

It’s tangled and messy and unkept

Listens to metal music a lot

Actually gets some ideas about how to kill from metal music’s lyrics

Knows Liu is alive

Has mixed feelings about it

On one hand, he loves and misses him

On the other he sees Liu as a failed job of his and finds it insulting that he’s still alive

So he just avoids him until he can’t anymore

“Hey brother, remember me?”

“How could I forget the only person who I failed to kill?”

“You’re a piece of shit, Jeff”

“You’re making me blush, Liu”

They still banter and talk to each other like brothers

They both missed it

They’re the only family they have left

So both hesitate to kill each other

That doesn’t stop them from beating each other up though

Jeff is scared of fire, even though he will never admit it

His skin has healed pretty well over the years

But it’s still not super smooth

Is good friends with Clockwork

They talk shit about Toby and Nina

Who would’ve thought their exes would be together?

Wants her help getting revenge, but Clockwork doesn’t want to hurt Toby

Jeff calls her weak for it

Jeff likes her company a lot, despite that

Part of him wouldn’t mind being with her

She’s brutal, strong, street smart, and pretty

He sees a lot of himself in her and that’s probably why he likes her so much

There’s no one Jeff loves more than himself

Once you get used to him Jeff can actually be a pretty cool friend

He loves to smoke and drink

Used to smoke with Toby before everything happened

Offensive and dark humor

Which is why him and LJ get along sometimes

Jeff is actually extremely loyal

If Nina stayed he would’ve been by her side forever

He feels stupid for caring about her and being so obsessed with her and admiring her

Jeff is 6’2

He smells like blood and beer

He’s pretty skinny

His eyes are dark blue like an ocean which would be pretty in a normal context but on him it’s pretty unsettling

His hips are always swollen but also thinned out because of the permanent smile stretching them outwards so it’s uncomfortable to look at

Jeff’s wardrobe is very simple

Plain black or white shirts, black pants and a random hoodie

Big hands perfect for delivering hard hits to victims and the other pastas he fights

If you were ever gonna be with him you have to accept that what you want and your feelings come second to his

Jeff isn’t a good person by any means

But but he doesn’t care

He knew he was a bad person for years and he’s done hiding it or trying to change

[bloody-cupcakes]

Okay okay, let me throw the idea out of just manipulative Yan!Veronica

Can be a fic or headcanons, whatever you want to do, but im willing to let this girl manipulate me idc!!!

-🐊

Yesss I love that idea so much!! Sorry this is a month late, I got distracted for a bit since I went on a trip to the beach with my friend and didn't get any writing done for a good couple of weeks lmao. I decided to go with both headcanons and a fic because I felt bad for making you wait for so long. Headcanons are below, the fic will be out later this week! 🥰

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, Veronica is extremely manipulative but we love her anyway, brief mentions of suicide (relevant to canon, yknow)

Veronica's one of the more covert yanderes tbh. She's not as domineering as Heather Chandler or straight up crazy like JD. At first, she just appears as your typical teenage girl who's worried about their partner. Sure, she's a little clingy, and possessive, and overly protective, but with people like Kurt and Ram out there who wouldn't be?

Her manipulation is also a lot more subtle than other people's. She's able to easily disguise it as worry, insisting that she's just trying to look out for you when it comes to parties you might want to attend or people you hang out with

She has absolutely no problem making up stories or coming up with lies in order to get you to leave certain people alone. Oh, you didn't hear that so-and-so slept with their best friend's boyfriend? Wow, I thought everybody knew that. She's so trustworthy and genuine, of course you believe her

If you ever manage to catch her in a lie, she's quick to turn it around on you or act as if she has no idea what you're talking about. She'll pretend that she got this information from a second hand source, so naturally it couldn't be all true, but at least some of it has to be, right? So it's still better for you not to hang out with this person, just in case

It's even harder to see what she's doing as manipulation given the fact that her worries aren't entirely baseless. There are plenty of awful people in the school, and it wouldn't be too far-fetched to believe that she truly does want to protect you. She may be a bit excessive, sure, but that's only because she doesn't want to see you get hurt

When I say she limits the people you're "allowed" to hang out with, I mean that. Heather McNamara is okay, and maybe Heather Duke, but Heather Chandler is off limits, and don't even think about going anywhere near Kurt and Ram (not that you'd want to, because ew)

Even Martha Dunstock is a perfect candidate for a friend, because she never hangs out with anyone else anyway, which means no one will bother you two. And by bother I of course mean give you any sort of attention

JD is a bit of a toss up. Veronica trusts that he'd never let anything happen to you, but she also knows that he always ends up finding trouble no matter where he goes, intentional or not, so you'll typically only hang out with him if Veronica is also there to keep an eye on him

Overall, she's a great girlfriend! If you don't mind only hanging out with people that she trusts to keep an eye on you or occasionally getting caught up in her and JD's passionate discussion about "ridding the world of popular filth" and all that. But that's nothing to worry about, I'm sure. Even if the eventual suicides of Heather Chandler and Kurt and Ram did seem a bit suspicious...

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Spicy plz I’m so bored ;-;— could you grace me with some headcanons for yandere America with an s/o who seems oblivious to his tendencies but is actually just. Pretty okay with it? Like they feel like this is the best they’re gonna get so they may as well make the most of it? Despite my casual tone I’m very okay with you ripping my heart out with angst or despair in any way you see fit <3

Probably not my best work but still hope you like it!

Okay warning ya'll this post is SPICY also it goes over abusive relationships so if that's not for you I suggest that you turn away now.

Your problems all began when you were let into the real world after college. It would be easy, they said. You just needed your degree, they said. Then it would be ‘smooth sailing’. 

Sure. SURE. That was a load of total bullshit. You now had to battle tooth and nail just to have the basic necessities barely. Your future looked bleak. ‘The Dream’ that originally you wanted to achieve: Get married, have two kids, have a house you owned, and maybe a fancy car that yu could show off and keep up with the Joneses. Best them even. 

You simply wanted more time with your family and friends, so you avoided applying to ghost jobs and attending interviews that ultimately led nowhere. You did freelance work like writing gigs, catering, and the occasional art commission in order to keep your head above the water. 

Some days were easy, but most were difficult. Keeping the tiny flame ignited within you to keep you going was a 24 hr 7-day 7-day-a-week kind of job. With each passing day, finding the will to exist was getting harder. 

‘Why do anything if I’m constantly feeling empty?’ 

You felt as though you were on a pitch-black road where your flashlight could only reach 2 ft in front of you. 

That was until Alfred burst into your life in the early morning sun rays that broke through the deep blue-black of the nighttime sky. His outward warmth brought the birds to life and made the flowers blossom. He was the bright person you needed to be around you. Even if that meant you tolerated his sinister tendencies that you commonly wrote off as him being an excellent protective boyfriend in a somewhat twisted way. 

Alfred always knows where you are. He ensures the Find My iPhone tracker is activated and shares your location with him at all times. When you first saw it, and he didn’t even bother to ask or even tell you that he did so… You simply ignored it. He was your boyfriend, and that’s what good boyfriends do…..protect their highly vulnerable S/O and part of that is knowing where you are at all times. 

Things don’t escalate if you’re incredibly passive and are compliant with the rules that Alfred sets for you. You will have a lack of privacy. He gets far more possessive if individuals (s) in your midst are suspicious or seem to be far too friendly for his liking. You become afraid of him when he raises his voice while interrogating you about one of your friends or acquaintances. Alfred’s fist will have made another gaping hole in the wall, which sometimes makes you fear for your life or your family. You would nearly jump out of your skin every time you came home & you saw his infamous frown combined with sapphire blues holding back famished flames, needy for more people to devour if they dared to come in between the two of you. 

Anyone who dared to challenge him on any of his behavior would be silenced swiftly. Most of the time, his victims would never be seen again; other times, they’d end up with some horrific injury or illness that prevented his targets from having the willpower to fight back or squeal. 

You always wondered why it had become much more difficult for you to maintain genuine friendships. You glossed over the fact that Alfred demanded 110% of your attention. This makes it hard for you to have a life outside of him. He also has enforced a curfew on you. 

‘He does that so some creep doesn’t try to kidnap me.’ That would be one of the excuses that you tell yourself in order to excuse his behavior. Besides, how long has it been since you were able to get a date before him? Two or three years, probably more, since so much time has passed since you’ve had a serious long-term relationship. You couldn’t really remember at this point. 

Whenever he objects to you leaving the house, 98% of the time, you employ some tactics when dealing with him. Negotiation. You primarily used this tactic when the effects of becoming stir-crazy have become unbearable. You feared that you would be swallowed up by his home and never seen again. 

“Alfred….” your eyes will search the hardwood floor for the perfect combination of words that will assist in getting you to some level of freedom. 

“I really want some fresh air….and…it’s been forever since we’ve had a cute date on in the park….or going to my favorite restaurant that is on the promenade….” Your eyes cautiously climb up to meet his. You braced yourself for the possible avalanche that was going to careen towards you if you didn’t plant your ice ax in neutral snow. 

“Where I first began to fall in love with you truly!” You blurted out with partially feigned fervor. Enough energy was behind your words that you could see Alfred’s shoulder relax. His freshly trimmed eyebrows were raised in curiosity and disbelief. However, he wasn’t entirely convinced yet. You needed to stroke his ego a little more. He needed reassurance that you were utterly smitten with him. His continued silence was a sign for you to continue with your argument. 

“I know when the last sun rays of the day hit your magnificent sky blues, I know that we were meant to be together.” It will feel like an eternity has passed before Alfred finally responds. 

“Alright, babe.” 

You hear him rise from his spot on the couch & make his way towards you. 

“We can go tonight, but you’ve got to get dressed in something better than that~” Alfred will have pinned you to the front door as he whispers in your ear his other demands he has for you. Usually, it’s that of a sexual nature. Alfred does have you do things like: have you wear a skimpy outfit while you iron his clothes, and give him head while he reads comics or plays video games. You’re not allowed to deny him anything that he asks of you when you work out a ‘deal’ with him. If you do you’ll have to do double of whatever it is along with being chained to the bed for a few days. 

Essentially dear reader you have Stockholm Syndrome. Regardless of what torture he puts you through, you wouldn’t want your life any other way. After all, it was Alfred who brought forth the morning sun in your life which felt as though you were cursed to be within a state of eternal midnight. 

Who were you to complain when he saved you from being on the streets whose jagged teeth had the flesh of the unfortunate on them but always eager for more.

So what if you were a little traumatized?

So what if you sometimes you had scars whenever you did something to set the sleeping volcano off?

It was better than being awash amidst the sea of people who merely became a number to add to a statistical data set. 

Alfred does weaponize sex a lot within your relationship. Not only is it a bargaining tool whenever you are desperate to meet your social needs as a human, but you use it to stop his occasional rampages, get some level of privacy (for example, showering by yourself or being able to keep a dairy without him snooping in it) 

Since Alfred is an exhibitionist & will never turn down an opportunity to showcase his power over you, he will have you do extreme things with him. He’ll demand that you have sex in public with him, like in the park, at a movie theatre, at Disney World on a dark ride, or even on the top of the roof of a government building. If it’s risky as hell with an epic story to tell, then Alfred will want to rail you there. Bonus: he will want you to be butt-naked in the car as well. Alfred will want you to feel every ounce of embarrassment, shame, & every emotion in between that makes you feel vulnerable and powerless. However, this punishment will only occur if you’re stupid enough to try and plan an escape away from him or say something that majorly punctures his ego. 

No matter how much he made you cry, made you bleed after sex, siphoned you off from your support system, and kept you firmly under his thumb… your low self-esteem told you that this was what you deserved. This was normal. This was how all couples behaved.

[multi-fandomsfreak]

My friend doesnt have tumblr but they would like Devil Mario relationship hcs if you can do that!! /nf (Showed them ur page and they really liked it!!!)

And also since you're like the only person who does mario's madness stuff 😭,,,

we hope you have a good day/afternoon/evening!! ^0^

Devil Mario Relationship Hcs

Hey there thanks for the ask!

Glad that your friend enjoys my page. Happy that people enjoy my stuff even if they don’t have the app/site. Hope you and your friend enjoy this one.

Also, I used they/them for devil mario as well as he/him. Hope you don’t mind. Mostly did it since there are literally multiple beings inside of him (mostly only using they/them when referring to the boos). ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: Not Mentioned

Warning: ⚠️ Mentions Of Harm Done To Reader + Mentions of Murdering⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Devil Mario + Quick Mentions Of Luigi + Peach From Same Series

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Art by Triki_TrOy on Twitter + Banner by lifeislivingyou on Pinterest

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- Well this is weird, you never expected to be dating Devil Mario. Being in a relationship with a dude being possessed by boos was something you didn’t see coming. I like to think in order for this to happen you’ve been with Mario or at least friends with him before the whole incident happened. Regardless of if you were in a relationship with him or you two were just friends he absolutely loves you. He treats you with respect making sure you're okay and have everything you want or need. Willing to go through certain lengths to make sure you're happy. He’s the perfect boyfriend/friend material.

- However it kind of changed when the whole ordeal of him getting possessed by boos. As much as I want to deny it or lessen the degree of what I’m about to say but I’m just going to be honest. Knowing what happened in the original series meeting Devil Mario he most likely tried to attack you or maybe hurt you. Considering what happened to Luigi and Peach in the series who Mario is close to as well there’s no doubt the boos possessing him will do something similar to you as well. It definitely took you by surprise when it happened. You knew it wasn’t actually Mario who was doing this but regardless it kind of made you scared to be around him. It definitely upset Mario once learning about what happened to you, not even trusting himself to be around you or frankly anyone in case he got possessed again and something worse happened.

- However, what you didn’t expect was that Devil Mario had started taking a liking to you. Yeah he did attack you when the two of you first met but regardless of that he just found you interesting. Not just in looks but how you act as well. He could understand why Mario started associating himself with you.

- After discovering you he pretty much made it his mission to be with you. Even if you two got off on the wrong start regardless he wanted to get to know you better. Maybe protecting you or more. For now he wanted to gain your trust. That was the main focus for now since he literally almost murder you the two of you first met. When the two of you first met again honestly you were more afraid of getting attacked by him again, your first thought was that since he didn’t finish you off the first time he’ll definitely do it this time. However, you were mostly shocked when he said that he or rather ‘they’ due to the boos possessing him didn’t want to harm you. Initially you were suspicious at first, maybe trying to grab your attention in order to do something. He knew it would be a while since he would get closer towards you and he was more than willing to do it. Even if it means they may have to derail their current plans in order to do so. Eventually with enough convincing from him as well as a promise to protect you from anyone who gets in your way you decide to at least give him a chance. Lucky for you he managed to keep his end of the agreement.

- It felt kind of weird being around him at first especially considering what he has now become but despite the initial misunderstanding you two enjoyed being around each other. When Devil Mario isn’t murdering people that is. Even if you were just talking to a bunch of ghosts possessing your once friend/lover it felt nice. Each time you two hanged out Devil Mario found himself wanting to get closer towards you. After receiving your trust he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming feeling of wanting to not only protect you but be more than friends with you. It kind of takes him a while to process his feelings for you even though he knew he wanted to get closer with you ever since the day you and him first met.

- I like to think he never really established that he likes you or that you two are in a relationship. He just does things that people consider loving and you just go along with it. Before quickly realising that he may or may not like you. At first you have to ask him something like “are we in a relationship?” And he’ll just respond “wait we aren’t?” All confused which then evolved into the two of you having a staring contest with the two of you confused as fuck. After a little explaining you just accepted that he liked you and reciprocated them.

- Definitely very protective over you. He managed to get with you this far and he’s planning on keeping like this. Not in an overbearing way of course but still expect him to be very close towards you. If he finds out someone is annoying/bothering you, you can bet your ass he’ll be doing something about it.

- Adding on from the previous point one of said ‘something’ he’ll do is definitely murder. Considering his character he’ll be more than willing to kill someone for you. Just say who’s bothering you and he’s on his merry way to get rid of them. Even if you try to convince him that it’s no bother he doesn’t care. His mind is already set on harming said person as soon as he sees you upset.

- Also kind of adding in from the previous point you can find himself being very loyal towards you. Besides his main goal you come very close to him. He can be easily persuaded into doing something by you (minus the previous point and reaching his current goal). As soon as you say you want something you can expect him to get it for you. If you want him to do something just tell him and you can expect him to do it. If it makes you happy he would be more than happy to do it. Seeing you smiling is the best part of being with you, to him at least.

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[llamaqueenprompt]

Crazy Person

Characters: Nick Amaro, Reader, other Law & Order: SVU characters.

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Word Count: 733

Inspiration: “Since when did you become an expert?” “Since I watched a documentary about it. Last night.”

“Okay, we need a plan, before breaking into that house,” Liv said as everyone gathered in the bullpen.

“We could do some stake out,” 

“No, they have security outside, we would be catched in five minutes,”

“Okay, this is going to sound crazy,” y/n started.

“Oh god, I never like when those words come out of your mouth,” Nick said, not even letting her finish.

“As I was saying,” she sends a death stare in Nick’s direction,”we could have someone go undercover. There are some houses that are up to sell in their neighborhood,”

“Since when did you become an expert in undercover operations?” Nick asked.

“Since I watched a documentary about it. Last night,”

Nick laughed, half expecting the others to join him, they never did undercover operations that would take this long in the SVU, but when no one joined in he got quite concerned, “You guys aren’t really thinking this is a good idea are you?”

“I think it is Amaro,” Captain Craig intervened,”I think y/n made a good point we can’t just break in, and their house won’t ever be 100% free so we need to gain their confidence. An undercover operation on a house next door isn’t that danger and unless anyone has a better idea this is the one we are going with,”

Everyone nodded agreeing with the basis of the plan, a lot of things still needed to be decided but they at least had an idea now and a path to follow.

“And I think y/n could be the one going, since she was the one that gave the idea,”

“No,” Nick didn’t want to sound possessive and like he didn’t trust you, because he really did, and he knew we was failing in both his goals, but we couldn’t let you do it, “y/n just came back from leave, she should be doing lighter jobs and going undercover is not it,”

“You’re kidding me right?” she crossed her arms in front of her chest and turned her body to face his.

“No,” he didn’t even hesitate. 

“Are you seriously telling everyone that I shouldn’t be the one doing this operation because I got shot recently, when you after getting shot got kidnapped because you were stupid enough to go after a suspect on your own?!” she knew that she shouldn’t be yelling, but he couldn’t do this, not when she was having the opportunity of a lifetime.

At this point everyone was already looking at them, but neither of them cared. Nick was just trying to protect her and make sure she didn’t make the same mistakes he did in the past and she just couldn’t see it.

“Don’t bring that up now. I’m doing this to protect you,”

“Protect me? Protect me from what?” 

He looked around, grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a storage room. 

“You still have nightmares,” he closed the door and leaned into it “and don’t you dare deny it, I’m the one that wakes up during the night to comfort you and we don’t know what we will find inside that house, I don’t want you to do it on your own,”

“Nick,” she rolled her eyes, she was well aware of her nightmares, she didn’t need him to remind her.

“Don’t say it, I know that you are going to say that you are a very capable detective, and you are, but I’m your boyfriend and I have every right to get worried about you, and you’re going on this mission all alone, so I won’t be there to protect you in case something happens. I know that I probably shouldn’t have talked about it there, but…”

She kissed, she just kissed him to shut him up. He had a point, but did he really think she was going alone?

“Babe, no need to over react, I won’t go on the mission alone, probably you are going to be the one going with me,”

“Oh,” Nick’s head stopped running and his thoughts settled at that moment.

“Did you really think I was going to do it alone?” he hid his face in her neck, “Silly man,” she caressed his hair with her fingernails while he hugged her waist pulling her closer to him, “now go in there and say you liked the idea and were just being a crazy person,”

[kaidraws69]

No one asked for this but you’re getting it anyway

Agni as your boyfriend headcannons

Agni isn’t gonna warm up to you immediately. It takes time, patience and effort to get him to trust you

Once he does eventually trust you, he’s practically glued to your hip (bye bye alone time)

Agni is a protector. He liked to protect those that are smaller and weaker than he is

LET THIS MAN COOK!! Bro should open a restaurant frfr. Bro is like Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen (but his true talent is welding and making traps)

If you’re a human, you bet your ass he’s gonna wanna know everything about humans. ‘Organs’ and all 😏

Once you two start dating, this man is so possessive and protective it’s insane. If anyone even looks at you, they’re either dead or in the ICU.

Agni can and will make you things. He likes seeing you smile when he gifts you the things he made.

Agni is really self conscious about his horn and arm. So be cautious when discussing them. (He doesn’t like talking about them)

Bad day? Frustrated? Stressed? Not anymore you’re not. Agni has connections. And those connections happen to be dangerous Rageons, so if someone made you upset, he’s sending those connections after who put a damper on your mood.

Feeling sad? Depressed? Tired? Haha, not anymore. Agni surprisingly gives good cuddles. He’ll coil his arms around you like a snake, trapping you against him as he whispers calming words into your ear, reassuring you that he loves you and will keep you safe. “Shh.. it’s okay, love.. I’m here, and everything is going to be okay. Relax a bit and let me handle it..”

This one is for the ladies! PMS hit? Cramps? Cravings? Just let him know and he’ll get you everything you need. Feminine products, all your cravings, a heat pad, fluffy blankets, and of course, kisses and cuddles. He’ll even make you a warm bath if you want!

Agni is a huge fan of PDA. He LOTHES the thought of anyone looking, talking, or touching you, so he has his arm or hand on you at all times. Mostly wrapped around your waist. This man ain’t letting anyone near you.

Weekly dates are a must with Agni. He works a lot, and he knows you get upset and feel neglected at times, so he closes his shop once a week and spends the entire day with you doing whatever you want (you guys usually order pizza and watch shitty horror movies cuddled on the couch)

Your interests are his interests, and he makes you info dump all your interests on him, because he enjoys seeing you get excited and loves your voice.

Catch a cold? Have the flu? Yeah, don’t tell him, because last time you did he freaked out and acted like you were gonna die. (You spent the entire day reassuring him you weren’t gonna die, and just needed rest and medicine)

Agni gets you flowers once a week (a gift along with the dates) (if you don’t like flowers, he gets you something related to your interests)

Dating one of the most feared Goyles in Under Rageous definitely has perks. No one messes with you, you get what you want, and you get automatic respect. God forbidden anyone harasses or is mean to you, because Hell hath no fury like Agni.

Agni has a mouth of a sailor. (If you don’t curse, he’ll try not to do it around you)

THIS MAN WORSHIPS THE GROUND YOU WALK ON

Agni worships you like you’re some kind of god/godess.

I hope you enjoy these hcs! Happy shipping!

[starr-finn]

Payday 2 yandere HCs: Sokol

NOTE: I DO NOT CONDONE YANDERE BEHAVIOR OR ANYTHING OF THAT NATURE!!!! THIS IS A SILLY FIC FOR CHICKEN MAN!!!! DO NOT REPLICATE OR IMITATE ANYTHING I WRITE HERE, IT IS HIGHLY ILLEGAL AND WILL RESULT IN RESTRAINING ORDERS, PRISON TIME, AND POTENTIAL HARM TO YOURSELF AND OTHERS! thank you and have a great day

Warnings cuz we need them: Kidnapping, mentions of abuse, Vague hints at murder, hints at a forced relationship, mentions of manipulation, drugging, mentions of amputation, manipulation

once again, carried away, just assume I did for all of them

Sokol is manipulative

He'll make you love him before he kidnaps you

He's such a sweet and loving boyfriend

Spoils the hell outta you

But behind the scenes, He's a stalker, obsessive, and possessive

Treats you like a goddess

Hides his possessiveness behind protectiveness

gives damn good cuddles

literally worships you

now onto the part you came for

Sokol kidnaps you by drugging you on a date to a bar and takes you to his house instead of yours

ties you up and waits for you to wake up

he gets a bit more violent now, but more so in threats

your his and his alone, and he'll make sure you know it

he does also cling to you

he holds you so tightly it's crazy

he just wants you with him all the time

holds your hands a lot

has killed all of your friends and cleared out your team of co-workers

has threatened to remove limbs, but would never do that

but he's so sweet it might give you a toothache

buys you one of his old hockey jerseys

buys you a bunch of cute stuffed animals too

bites at your neck a lot, it's a possession/marking thing

tries to make you feel as loved as he can out of guilt from kidnapping you

he will never hurt you despite his threats

he likes kissing your neck, forehead and jaw

texts you 24/7

calls you his baby, regardless of gender

sweet but deranged

will kill anyone for you

[datenightfright]

Can you do kayako and sadako with a protective/househusband boyfriend in poly?

I hope you don't mind that this one got away from me.

*

There were quirks to dating Onryo that you wouldn't think about with a normal human. As a general, they were vengeful, possessive, and jealous. Not to mention you now had to live with the fact that you'd never be truly warm again. Or be able to have normal human relationships ever again, but it was worth it, in your opinion. You were lucky, you manage to get two to fall in love with you.

Your day starts normally enough, the alarm goes off and you groan, rolling over and ducking your head under the blankets. You didn't want to go to work today. You were just about to fall back asleep when you feel someone put pressure on your back. "Really, buddy?" You ask, rolling over and peeking over the covers. Toshio had come to get you, as he had every weekday morning since Kayako had decided to spare you. He tugs at your pajama shirt, it's time to get up. With another groan you manage to roll out of bed and dramatically crawl on the floor to your closet. Toshio never giggles, or smiles, or really does anything other than look scared, but the change in the air tells you that he finds your antics amusing.

Once you right yourself you shoo him out of the room, so you can get dressed. You go about your morning routine, still unsettled by how unnaturally quiet your home is. When your teeth are brushed, your hair combed, and your tie is perfectly knotted, you come downstairs, the smell of breakfast making your tummy grumble.

"Morning." You mutter, only to be met with silence. The small kitchen table looks pitifully bare, considering a family of four is going sit down to have breakfast, but the dead didn't eat. You ruffle Toshio's hair as you pass by him, the young boy not much for affection. You then kiss Kayako, because this morning was her morning to be kissed first. Then you kiss Sadako, making sure to linger a few moments longer in her kiss since she was second. Tomorrow, you'll do the same thing for Kayako. Balance, after all, was the key to this relationship.

You check the news on your phone while you eat. It was hard to get services at your home, seeing as everyone knew the house was cursed. The superstition was so bad you didn't even have neighbors. Not that you blamed them, the house DID have a certain energy.

You finish breakfast, kiss everyone good by, even Toshio, and then head off to work. It's another boring day as an accountant for a Japanese law-firm, looking at numbers until your eyes were crossed. The only few interruptions coming from the new intern. A girl with a huge crush on you. In your defense, you'd told her you weren't interested when she first asked you out. You couldn't give her a good answer when she asked you why you wouldn't go out with her, so she'd made up her mind that you were just shy. A bad move on her part really. You'd let her down gently, then hard, then you'd been plain rude to her, but apparently she hadn't gotten the hint. It was unfortunate really, the girls were just waiting to eat her up.

At the end of the day, you called home. No one answered, whenever anyone of the ghosts tried, they only messed with the signal. You wait for the answering service. "Hey," you say after the beep, "I'm going to stop by the bar," You tell them. "Pick up my usual order. Love you guys." You say good bye to everyone, making small talk with your boss, then head to the bar.

As a creature of habit, you didn't have to place your order at the bar. You had been going there once a week after work for nearly three years. You hadn't changed your order once. As such, once you got there, you gave the bartender your money, and grabbed the bag of food. Stepping back out onto the street, you saw her, cringing. She was wearing a garish yellow, smiling pitifully at you. The intern from work. He heaved a sigh, knowing what's coming next.

Ignoring her entirely as she chased you to your car you only stopped to acknowledge her when she slammed your door shut before you could get in. "Why are you so cruel?" She asked. You turned to her, giving her your best glare. You could see dark shadows out of the corner of your eye, hear Kayako's death rattle. You tried to save this woman, you did, but she was too stubborn for her own good. "I tried to tell you to stay away." You sneer. "I tried to warn you, but you just didn't want to listen, this is what you get." She looks at you slightly terrified, turning when Kayako's groan finally reaches her ears. The poor thing didn't even have time to scream.

You sigh and shake your head, getting into the car. Later there will be questions. You'll be taken to the police station, some smart ass detective is going to figure you out, come pay a visit, and then you won't be able to save him either. Buckling up and adjusting your review, you spot the girls and Toshio in the back seat. "What am I going to do with you all?" You ask, flashing them a smile.

[leclerced]

do you think the world ever finds out ? like someone takes a pic of something they shouldn’t or something like that? or do they live in their happy little bubble forever like a super tight knit group who’d do anything for eachother ?

i think yes and no? i didn’t mean to blab ab this sm but HAHA here we go.

i think the world would have to know about boyfriend!oscar bc he’s so possessive and touchy there would be rumors instantly, first about her having an affair w him and then they’re like ok we gotta put these rumors to bed. i like to think they’d just do it in a kinda funny way like she posts a pic of the three of them on instagram and is like “two boyfriends is sm better than one! 10/10 recommend” and everyone is like omfg what??? it’s REAL??

they’re always gonna be a super tight knit bubble and bc of that i feel like neither of them would ever want to leave mclaren, not even bc of team loyalty like the car could be absolute shit and they wouldn’t ever switch teams unless wheoever it was offered both of them seats. they like being teammates and wouldn’t want it any other way, so they’ve got a pretty sweet deal being able to spend all of their time together with her traveling everywhere with them. they don’t want to be separated and work on different teams, and the chances of a better team being able to give them both a seat is slim to none because they all already have number one drivers they’re not displacing, no matter how much they want lando or oscar. until max retires his redbull seat for something bigger and better one day, or charles leaves ferrari, they wouldn’t have a better team offering them paired seats.

the whole world finding out she’s fucking the whole grid (or any one specific driver) is much less likely and would only happen if someone massively massively fucked up or they’re hacked. after oscar’s caught by the mclaren admin early on, they would have nda’s to prevent drivers or anyone else from telling in order to protect their girl. but it’s not perfect. accidents happen. i like to think she’s closer w some of them than others. so for example, bc he’s been around longer, max is victim to bunny’s teasing photos and videos when her boyfriends are busy and she wants attention, or they make a sex tape w him. someone gets hacked and people are like um why is max fucking landoscar’s girlfriend?? why have private text messages between them been leaked??

i think they’d do whatever they can to scrub it from the internet, pay the best fixers and pr teams to literally make it disappear. all three men would be throwing millions at people to shut them up, and making millions more off of every site that distributes the photos and videos of them. they’d put out a statement asking their privacy to be respected, and i think everything would be called off immediately. sometimes charles, max, or carlos is over for dinner and they get to play around with her in secret, but there would be no more sneaking around hotels to see other drivers.

whatever happens i don’t think anyone within the inner circle (her inner circle LMAO) would ever purposely leak it. they all want to protect her and would call it quits if they ever thought it was going to be exposed bc they wouldn’t want her to receive the backlash bc we all know it would turn into a thing like “this is why wags shouldn’t be allowed in the paddock. she’s literally sleeping w the entire grid no wonder they’re all pissy when she’s not there she’s active affecting the entire sport. this is why women shouldn’t be allowed to race imagine if we had a female driver on the grid” they’d all be scared she’d be banned if anyone ever found out, so they all do everything they can to protect her. but if something ever did happen by accident, that isnt them being hacked, it’s probably bc they got frisky in a club like someone caught a video of her dry humping charles in the vip lounge with oscar and lando on either side of them while they pass her mouth back and forth in a weird four way make out session.

[cat-buried-in-tall-grass]

love & relationships for silver

How does your character view the idea of romantic love?

he thinks it's so sweet,,,,, a special kind of affection and devotion where you trust and care for each other more than anything?? please sign him up. it sounds so comforting he may cry.

What was your character's first heartbreak, and how did it influence their approach to relationships?

he uh. he hasn't really. experienced it. david is very inexperienced in romance and partially it's thanks to a lack of... interest? priority? in romance in the past. "it sounds really nice but it's not really calling me right now." kinda deal. and so he... hasn't gotten his heart broken like that.

more utc !!

Does your character believe in soulmates, and why or why not?

he believes in destiny, and things happening a certain way so better things can happen in the future. he kinda has to. and so, he believes that certain people are fated to meet and affect each other in immense ways. "isn't that what a soulmate is? if it is, i think they exist."

What traits does your character find most attractive in others?

PASSION, MORE PASSION, MORE ENERGY, MORE ENERGY. ahem. he loves himself someone who's passionate and dedicated to what they do. someone who takes no nonsense and goes straight to the point. if we mean physically he likes pretty faces and nice hands though, ahem.

What does your character fear most in a relationship?

hurting the other person. at least, with eloi. he's aware of his own baggage and failings and he's terrified of it hurting and pushing him away, especially when he's most vulnerable.

How does your character handle jealousy or insecurity in relationships?

yk the post that's like "i die?? lmao what kinda question". that's him w insecurities. j swallows em right up. he gets possessive when he get jealous tho ehe

What past relationship still impacts your character's current life?

non romantic? his best friends back home. he entrusted everything to them, he entrusts everything to them now. he's fiercely loyal to them, and he misses them terribly.

How does your character show love and affection?

DID ANYONE ORDER PHYSICAL TOUCH. no?? too bad. he's clingy as FUCK man, all hugs and kisses. he ALREADY greets his friends with cheek kisses and on occasion a hug. when he's in a relationship? god. a fucking tick.

What significant change has your character experienced in their understanding of love?

love hurts a bit. sometimes it's hard to understand because the recipient is so far away, in so many forms. you can try to love your way through the distance, you can do your best to mend it, but even if you do, it still hurts.

What sacrifices has your character made for love, and were they worth it?

again, non romantic? he left his entire life behind and joined the protocol so he could protect his community, his friends, his family. he severed ties with himself, and a chance to get to grow and live his life as himself, all so he could protect those he loves most. and he'd do it again.

How does your character's cultural or familial background influence their views on marriage and relationships?

meh. he had a bit of internalized homophobia that he got over by age 18. his cultural context makes it so he's more open/understanding about non traditional relationships though !!!

Does your character have a relationship that everyone else misunderstands?

i wouldn't be shocked if people thought weird shit from his relationship with eloi. but not really, he's pretty straightforward.

How does your character handle rejection or unrequited love?

he... hasn't! yet, at least. knowing him though, he'd act like it didn't hurt him and then cry and mope in the shower for WEEKS. protective tough front and all that.

What lesson about love is your character still trying to learn?

how do you love? how does it work? how do you keep it working? how do you earn it?

How has your character's professional life affected their romantic relationships?

i mean yeah his current boyfriend is also his coworker lol

[enzoxhuxley]

Guardian Angel // past para

It's a wonder anyone could do a lick of thinking here in this ambiance. The mingling conversations, from the bikers playing pool while their girlfriends obediently hung on their arms to the old-timers grumbling about faction politics, cascaded down the bar counter where Enzo sat in his stool alone while nursing the third glass of gin. Rudy's Tavern became a popular hangout for anyone who owned a motorcycle, namely Vincent cronies working directly under Drake himself, and while he spent time with the guys casually, some days were reserved for himself only.

His gaze traveled over heads, bouncing from one doorway to the other, noting where the exits were in case fights broke out, which is an average weekday at any bar you enter in Newford. Part of his job involved anticipating someone's next moves, remaining always on guard, and use a gun when necessary. He could usually spot the look in a man's eyes that screamed doing something stupid from miles away, and maybe that made him a pretty good shot. Enzo knew his skill paled in comparison to the Devereaux's, something he resented not for the insult of his abilities but the fact they were children, but he hit the bullseye nine times out of ten better than some compatriots.

Quietly searching the room landed his eyes on two faces he knew for a fact should not have been there partly due to age. Now, Rudy was an old friend of his, but the bar owner possessed this tendency to allow anyone entrance despite the legality. A skeevy dive bar was no place for children, but as long as they weren't ordering alcohol, he turned a blind eye and left the door wide open for partying teenagers looking for a good time. One such couple was seventeen year old Jason Morris and the just turned sixteen year old girlfriend he dragged along, Pandora. He personally met Pan several months ago when Jason, the younger brother of an acquaintance Enzo didn't really speak with, invited her into the fold by bringing the girl to another well-visited biker spot he and the guys were hanging around at. Sarcastic and a potty mouth to boot, he thought she was too young being involved with the biker chick lifestyle. At least his girlfriend Amelia didn't disagree, but she did urge him to tone down the protectiveness and let the girl make her own choices.

It was a little over a month since he last laid eyes on Pandora and even from the distance across the bar, Enzo noticed a change in the young woman Pan probably thought she was hiding well from those who weren't looking hard. She remained close at Jason's side, tossing wavy blonde locks over her shoulder and barking laughs that sounded very forced toward her boyfriend's crude jokes while his arm slithered around her waist. She clung to him like a lifeline and it turned Enzo's stomach sour. He knew guys like Jason, punk asses stringing girls along and thinking themselves the ultimate shit. Arrogance, arrogance got men killed in their faction.

Enz watched their interaction closely, curiously, observing the unheard conversation between the pair unfold, but he didn't require hearing what was being said to know what was going on. Jason pulled Pan in for a kiss, a kiss she attempted to reject and gently nudge him away by making light of the action, a jovial play-off he could see only pissing Jason off. The teenager's body language changed before his very eyes even as Pandora turned away from him and began speaking to another male, intentionally flirting in an attempt at making her boyfriend jealous. Jason's hand wrapped around Pan's arm, yanking her to properly face him and setting the older man's jaw tight while he still watched. They were getting into an argument now, Pandora ripping her arms from his iron grip and pushing Jason backwards. Some struggling, a toxic lovers' quarrel with nasty words thrown about, and Pan spat in his face. All Enzo could hear was Sid's voice in his head to mind his own fucking business.

Then the sound of a harsh slap carrying through the air flipped that switch real fucking quick.

Enzo abruptly rose from his seat in a mass of fury, knocking the stool backwards, and made a direct beeline across the room until he reached the couple. "You fucking piece of shit." The recognition barely registered on Pandora's face before he sent a closed fist in Jason's direction, hitting him square in the nose. The sickening sound of bones snapping should have given him satisfaction, but he wasn't about to grant Jason rarely any time to retaliate. Enzo grabbed a hold of the boy's collar, ignoring Pan's continuous pleas and the fact he was making a scene for onlookers as he roughly shoved Jason into the plaster wall, using strength to slightly lift him from the ground. "Enjoy beating on women, huh? Does it make you feel like less of a pussy?" Enzo spat in his face. Jason struggled, a tongue sweeping along his lower lip and smearing the blood pouring from his nostrils. "Get your fucking hands off me, old man."

"Enzo! Enzo, just let him go and drop it." Pandora's words distracted him for a moment, his head briefly snapping in her direction, "Pandora, stay out of this." Jason's own gaze flickered from the blonde to the older man smugly, "You should listen to her, Enzo boy, I can smack a bitch whenever I please and no one can stop me." Enzo peeled his gaze from Panny and settled it on the young boy angrily. He could have pulled out his gun, incite the panic, and own it, but where's the dramatics of that? Barrel to the head doesn't necessarily hurt unless the trigger is pulled, but what could hurt? The dart board to the right of Jason's head caught his attention, sending a hand reaching for the three darts stuck to the surface.

Bunching them together, Enzo forced them to Jason's neck, pressing the sharp ends against the flesh exactly where he knew the boy's jugular vein would be. "If you fucking touch her again, you lay one more goddamn hand on her, or I see any more bruises," He applied pressure on the darts, watching the teenager squirm uncomfortably, "I'll rip that woman-beating head from your shoulders and send it to your little friends gift wrapped in a fucking box. Do you understand me?" The expression on Jason's features warped from conceited to cold. He provided no response, leaving Enzo to pull him forward and slam him against the wall, forcing a groan from the young male's lips. "Do you fucking understand?" Jason nodded in confirmation, though it wasn't completely genuine, still Enzo dropped the darts and released the hold on his jacket, "Now, get the fuck out of my face. Go."

"You ain't hearing the end of this, old man." Jason pulled at the hem of his rumpled jacket, pushing a hand through his dirty blond tresses as he stumbled past Pandora, creating as much distance between himself and Enzo. He half-expected Pan to follow suit and leave with him, but when she didn't budge, the teen barked a sardonic laugh and pushed through the cluster of people before exiting the bar. Enz finally breathed a sigh and turned around, coming face-to-face with a hard to read Pandora, arms hugging her frame closely. It wasn't easy knowing if she was angry, upset, or shaken, the detail he did notice right away that he hadn't before was the miniscule stream of blood emanating from her split lip. "Come on, kid. I'll take you home." They just needed to make one short stop first.

_________

Pandora sat stoically on the cover of the toilet as she watched Enzo rummage around in a closet, willing her hands to stop shaking. He glanced at her briefly around the closet's door to check in before he found what they needed: the first aid kit. Stocked with the necessary medical supplies courtesy of his younger sister's workplace, he set the box in the sink and flipped the lid open. "Don't worry, I've patched myself up plenty of times. Only hurts for a second." He mumbled, grabbing the disinfectant wipe and the small needle.

"You don't have to baby me, Enzo. I had stiches before." Pandora's grumbling statement caused a small smile tugging at the edge of Enzo's lips. For a sixteen year old who acted as if she was as tough as nails, nothing could take away the whiny grousing of a teenager. "I'm not babying you, just forewarning." He ripped open the package containing the alcohol wipe and approached Pandora, gently placing a hand under her chin and dabbing the cloth to her split lower lip. He felt her wince for a moment and then relax a little. Once the area was cleaned, he discarded the wipe and worked on looping the thread through the needle's loop, returning to the girl when it was done. "This might sting, honey." Pandora braced herself before Enzo gingerly pierced the needle's point through the flesh of her lip, her fists clenching tensely.

The pair said nothing as Enzo stitched, him concentrating solely on the proper method Isidora taught him and her replaying the evening's events over and over. They hadn't mentioned Jason on the walk home, neither spoke very little even then, and it was probably for the better. Enzo lost his temper, needing the cooldown period, and Pan didn't mind recuperating herself. She wanted some explanation, a reason, even the courage chewing his ass out for causing a riff between her and Jason. But that was a problem for a different day. Maybe he wouldn't make her pay for it.

"So," Enzo broke the silence as he pulled the last of the thread and used a pair of scissors to snip the excess. He took the time cleaning up the supplies, packing away what could and will be reused for the future. He placed the first aid back in the closet and moved across the tiled floor, taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub, "You need to be honest with me, Pan. When did it start?"

She knew exactly what he meant and he knew that she knew as well. When did the smacking around begin? When was the first time he put his hands all over you? Those were the questions she dreaded the whole journey here. "Um," Pandora hesitated, a hand reaching up and tenderly touching the newly sealed lip. The fact she would possibly carry a pretty badass scar from the wound did cross her mind. "A few months ago. At first, he would just...say things. Nasty insults, nothing I'm not used to." The blonde shrugged and dropped her hand, glancing downwards, "Then the hitting started. Look, it's no big deal, I can handle it."

"Panny," Enzo folded his arms and pinched the bridge of his nose with frustrating exhaustion, resisting the urge in tracking Jason down and completely beating the shit out of his ass, which is what he should have done back at the bar. "I know you want to believe you're this tough kid, but you're not invincible. Look what happened earlier. You think he's going to stop at a slap or punch?" He leaned forward, locking their gazes in seriousness, "One becomes a whole beatdown and a trip to the hospital. I've seen that shit happen before and it isn't pretty. It doesn't end well, sweetheart."

"Oh, just fuck off with that, Enzo. You're not my dad." Pandora shot back the reply in irritation. He knew the defensive stance when he witnessed it in himself, that merely came with the consequences of living where they did. Newford held no qualms swallowing up anyone who wasn't strong enough to survive and it didn't carry kindness for battered women.

"Why are you still with him?" A question Enzo could not deny he has been waiting to ask since the first time he saw Pandora and Jason together, knowing trouble followed where that boy went. Jason had his usual string of girlfriends, all temporary flavors, but it seemed he possessed a fascination of sorts for this relationship. Pan was the longest he's ever committed. A fucking love story for the ages.

"Because I love him, okay?" Her response came through with hesitation and uncertainty of the truth. How could she be in love with a guy who hurt her on the daily? He gave her everything she desired, attention, sex, sweet words, a family who wouldn't judge her for the sins she partakes. So...does it matter if he left her black and blue from time to time? Wounds healed, the thought of a man laying a finger on her did repulse Pandora, but she had no one if she left him.

"Are you sure about that, Pan?" Enzo raised his eyebrows skeptically. Love, that is what it always came down to, or at least the illusion of love. Jason reeked of the type to wrap anyone around his finger and manipulate until they gave him whatever furthered his gain. Women were his ultimate target, dangling them on a fine rope and reeling each in until they fell head over heels. Entirely dependent. "I think you're scared." The panic in her blue gaze was as clear as day. Pandora could refute the claim if she tried, reiterating the lie she will continue telling herself before the denial wore off. He cannot make her see sense when she wasn't willing. That's one choice he shouldn't take away. "You're scared I'm right."

"He wouldn't do that." Pandora shoved the faux confidence to the surface and sucked in a deep breath. Had she known Jason at all, truly? It hasn't been a year yet and here she was, semi-defending his honor when he just slapped her across the face not even an hour ago. "He wouldn't..." The hushed whisper barely fled from her mouth, it's difficult to know if Enzo even understood it. Yet, he did not have to ask for a repeat to understand the emotions that lay behind the words. Behind the slipping confident persona Panny proclaimed she held proudly. "He..." She trailed off.

There it was, the fear in her eyes, a sight to nearly shatter his heart. Maybe he could do something about it. "Stay here." Enzo rose from the bathtub and left the bathroom, traveling down the hall until he reached his bedroom. He approached the dresser standing along the wall opposite the bed and yanked one of the drawers open. Digging around, Enzo moved items of clothing and pried the little board forming the secret compartment at the bottom to reveal exactly what he was searching for. His fingers wrapped around the handgun before closing the drawer and returning to the bathroom where Pan awaited.

Enzo approached the girl with caution, quickly inspecting the safety on switch and pressing his lips firmly together, "I don't really condone pushing a weapon into a kid's hands, but I think the situation calls for it. Need you to listen carefully, alright, Panny?" He fixed her with a searching stare and held up the object, "This gun isn't a toy. It's the difference between life and death." Enzo reached down and slowly wrapped Pandora's hands around the gun, holding the position so she comprehended the significance, "If it ever came down between your life and Jason's, you choose yours every time. You protect yourself first and you pull that trigger no matter what happens. Sometimes...we don't have the choice." Releasing his firm grip, he took a few steps back and locked eyes with her, "He isn't going to stop unless you stand up for yourself and tell him you ain't fucking around."

Pandora's palms pressed into the cool metal of the handgun, feeling every curve and outline as she listened to the words. Her gaze tore from Enzo and rested on what was in her hands, trailing a finger along the space where the serial number had been meticulously scratched from the surface. A silent promise that if she ever used the gun for whatever scenario, making it disappear would require all ease. The police couldn't trace it, nothing would happen except a crime she wasn't caught for. The future weighed heavily on Pandora's shoulder, an unknown she was prepared for. "Enzo, why would you do this for me?" She looked from the weapon to the man, confusion lacing her expression.

Enzo pondered the question, saddened that she couldn't understand the obvious answer, before dropping down to one knee so they were at the same eye level. "I can't stand seeing another teenager end up in a body bag. Their whole lives wasted, cut short. It's a shitty place." His head dropped briefly and then lifted, "And because we're family. Same town, same faction, same social circles. We take care of each other." If any members in Newford were threatening one of their own, Enzo felt his responsibility eliminating what was poisoning the tree that is their faction. "You're a good kid, Pan. I hate seeing you wrapped up with someone like Jason."

Pandora lifted herself to her feet the same time Enzo followed suit, gun still clutched between her hands as if it were the last lifeline. "You don't have to fuss over me, Enz." As soon as she returned home, this gun was being tucked underneath her pillow for safe-keeping. No matter how uncomfortably unpleasant that would be sleeping on. "I can take care of myself." Enzo, for one, already ensured that so it should provide mindful ease.

"That doesn't mean I won't be too far." He would always be around like some gruff guardian angel who was occasionally grumpy and loses all sense when his protection instincts kick into high gear. Children were his weak spot, women were a weak spot, any combination of those residing in their faction could make a softie like him kneel at their feet in worship. Enzo saw himself in Pandora so much, that he knew she could handle a gun responsibly and endure facing down danger without the fear if she really grew confident enough. She may even realize the strength it takes parting ways with an abusive ex like Jason was always from within her. Enzo knew there is possibility he could land in hot water if someone discovered he gave a sixteen year old girl a handgun, but the gratification he was doing something good outweighs the risks. Pan needed a way out and he came through.

"I promise, Pandora."

[casspurrjoybell-30]

Howling Love - Chapter 10

*Warning Adult Content*

Camryn Summer

"Stand down Camryn," my father growled as he had ruined a perfectly good moment for Amille and I.

There was something hostile about his manner and his gaze toward Amille that I couldn't help but want to stand in the way of.

He didn't shift in his way to get past me but it seemed he was willing to push through me if he had to.

I could just tell.

"Don't do this Camryn... stand down," he ordered again with a growl which made my wolf angrier.

"No... you stand down," I growled back with more ferocity as I held Amille behind me, there was an overwhelming need to protect him that came from my wolf and by instinct I just knew.

"Triss, the boy is right," Beta Kyra intervened luckily and I was grateful for it because I knew one way or the other I was definitely going to fight my father.

"Stay out of this Kyra. You knew he was here, you knew he was back and you said nothing," my father hissed back, his anger now driven toward his beta.

"He had no obligation to tell you," Calvin, Amille's dad argued causing everyone to look at him then my father.

I kept wondering why my father was so angry, why he seemed almost hurt in a way.

"I had every right to know, I am the Alpha of this pack, this is my land, my pack, he should've told me,and he knows it," my father protested as his eyes shifted back to me and past me to Amille which confused me.

"You're making a scene Alpha and you're scaring the children, Camryn go, take everyone inside," Dean's mother, who was one of the pack's midwives stated and I nodded toward her, taking Amille into my arms.

[Come on Maxine] Amille signed just before he had to hold on to my neck and I walked into the house with my friends in tow.

"That was intense, can anyone tell me what the hell just happened?" Teja exclaimed and none of us could reply him.

"As you can clearly see pint-size, none of us know," Maxine replied as we settled in the living room.

Somehow I couldn't help blame myself over what my father had done.

I was the one who had actually told him about Amille and his dad when I went to his office and his reaction did seem off when I did tell him.

A tap on my cheek made me turn to Amille who was still in my arms, right on my lap.

I couldn't help nervously chuckle, he fit so well there.

I had totally forgotten that he was there, only knowing that I was protectively holding him.

It felt natural, like I was holding a part of myself if I could say it like that.

[You can put me down now] he signed and I didn't want to yet I had to.

My wolf forced itself to the surface causing a growl to escape my lips unintentionally, it earned everyone's attention and Amille's shocked expression.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry duck-face, I can't control him right now. He's pushing and for some reason still feeling danger," I apologized and Amille nodded.

A knowing look on his face that made me relax when he got comfortable in my hold.

"Possessive much Alpha," Orlando teased making both Amille and I want to hide away or hit him, which Amille actually did with a couch pillow.

"Hey. Ouch. Sorry," he claimed with a shriek making all of us laugh.

[How about we let them discuss whatever it is they want to discuss and we get snacks from the kitchen, watch movies in the movie room. I finally got that big flat screen] Amille suggested and I was definitely on board with that.

"Now that's a great plan, Amille you go set up, Dean, Orlando go get some blankets, we'll get the food," Maxine immediately stated and I was glad she took the lead giving me and my duck faced curly headed moose some time alone.

We were in the movie room trying to pick out a movie, after my wolf finally released Amille.

I wondered why I was so possessive of him.

It was true that we had barely known each other but I knew more about Amille than I did about my friends or my ex-boyfriend.

It was the same for him, our conversations were easy, everything flowed, I knew how to rile him up or get him to blush, which was my favourite thing.

I knew his favourite music and his point of view in politics, he wasn't a republican but he liked some of their view.

He hated how transgender men or women were side-lined in some sports and he was jealous of the way wolves could see in the dark because he wanted to be naughty and not be seen, it was adorable.

[How about we watch Frozen or The Incredibles or maybe even Ice age] he suggested and I couldn't help chuckle at how innocent and childlike he seemed.

So full of energy that I could feel it and soak in its goodness.

[Camryn, stop daydreaming] he suddenly yelled with his phone whilst stomping his foot.

"How about all of them choco-swirl," I suggested and he nodded with a grin on his face.

"Come here," I ordered lightly and hugged him, it was addictive just holding him.

Feeling him in my arms and after what had happened outside.

I knew he was trying not to focus on it.

I was trying my best not to use my incredibly good hearing to hear whatever it was that had my father ruining an extremely good barbeque like this.

"You feeling better?" I asked and he shrugged.

[I'm okay, not better. I'm glad you were there] he replied in sign language and I was so glad to be taking lessons.

It made communicating so much easier and like I had wanted, he would spend less time typing on his phone.

"Well you're about to get better best friend," Maxine announced as she walked in with three trays of good and snacks.

Teja came in with actual baskets of food.

Goddess knows I'd never understand what it was with them two that made them love food so much.

"She's right, now come on, let's get to watching," Dean supported as he and Orlando handed each pair a blanket, the movie room had recliner seats, which meant each pair had their own double recliner seat they could bicker on.

Of course Amille naturally or unnaturally was in my arms glued to me by my arm, his head on my chest, it felt just right.

So we began watching Frozen and it was the perfect ending to a good day despite that bump that had occurred.

I had him in my arms and nothing mattered, I didn't want a reason for it to matter, I was just glad that it was.

As Elsa was flinging ice into her sister's chest, the door opened slightly, I scented out Calvin and Maxine's mom by the door.

"How is he?" I heard him whisper and I knew he was counting on my wolf hearing to hear him and respond, reminding me that Calvin was actually a wolf but that didn't matter.

"He's okay, he's dealing but he'll be alright, maybe just confused about everything but alright," I replied in a whisper as Amille was immersed in the movie not even knowing that I was talking to his dad.

"Good. How are the others?" Maxine's mother asked and I reassured her as well that they were okay, we were okay.

"Thank you Camryn, for everything, I'm glad he has you," Calvin whispered lastly and that tinge of pride swelled in me, at least I didn't have to worry so much about getting his blessing.

"Thank you, Mister Laurent," I replied just as the door closed again and I turned back to Amille who was near tears watching the movie, so was Maxine and Orlando.

"Short-stack, what's wrong?" I immediately asked.

[Anna turned into a popsicle] he signed with a sniffle and all I wanted was to groan.

Oh boy, my chocolate-moose was also emotional about everything, especially Disney animations but hey that's what made him special to me.

"She'll be okay won't she?" I asked and he nodded back still sniffling and wiping away his tears, so I held him to my chest as he calmed down.

"See? She gets all better because of love."

[asktherays]

So my boyfriend took me to go see M3GAN last week and I gotta say it was pretty good.

I feel like the movie was to show the severity of child neglect and using technology to raise children instead of doing the job you signed up for.

Gemma was probably the worst character in the entire movie. A whole adult woman with no sense of emotional intelligence. And she was acting like she didn't sign up for taking care of Cady. Bitch, you literally signed her papers. Cady should've went to her grandparents' house. All that bullshit with Gemma was unnecessary.

Also I really want to know how close she was with her sister because that bitch didn't shed a tear ONCE. Wouldn't even let her orphaned niece play with her funky ass toys. I couldn't stand her!

Also M3GAN as a character was pretty cool. This is why robots shouldn't be self aware. The objectives she was given were to vague. She had no parameters, no conscious. Obviously, she's going to do crazy shit in order to complete those tasks given to her. I thought Gemma was smart. How did her dumb ass not see that coming?

I don't think anyone in the movie deserved to die.

Maybe get their ass beat.

But not die.

Gemma should have put that in her code or something.

People are trying to compare her to chucky which makes no sense to me. Chucky is a human serial killer possessing an inanimate object. He kills because he wants to. There's no main objective. There's no person he's trying to protect at all cost. He just murders people because he likes to.

M3GAN is the complete opposite. All she needed was to be programmed properly and most of the shit that happened wouldn't have happened.

I'm gonna be honest. That M3GAN movie looks so cute😭

[loveandmurders]

Hi I like to look at your page and I was kinda wondering if you do the slashers reacting to their victims hurting their s/o like they are are looking for them and they see their s/o on one knee in the ground and blood while the victim is standing there (Poly! Ghostface Stu & Billy, Thomas, Michael daddy Myers, Vincent, ChromeSkull)

Here’s apple juice and a bagel w/ cream cheese 🧃🥯

Hello there, thank you for the request and food :) <3 It was really nice to try to write for several slashers for one request tbh! I never wrote for Ghostface or Chromeskull before so I hope it is okay. Actually, it made me start a poly!Ghostface AU series and I’ll post it soon I think. Oh and I added Bo to your request because I feel he would have been sad to be excluded! Hope you’ll enjoy!! <3

Gender neutral reader and no physical description.

Warnings: Blood, mention of killing, violence, reader is hurt.

Stu Macher & Billy Loomis

You weren’t yourself Ghostface, but the victim had high suspicion against you because no matter where you were, Ghostface never seemed to attack you.

You had no idea that Ghostface was Stu and Billy, but you had to admit you had noticed that somehow you seemed off limits.

(Once Ghostface even waved at you from far away before leaving to kill someone else, but you never talked about it to anyone)

So the victim attacked you, and you were bleeding on the ground.

They were ready to hurt you even more, in order to make you talk but one of the Ghostfaces would show up just in time after having heard noises of a fight.

It would be Billy behind the mask, and he would be really not happy about this.

He wouldn’t even bother to talk to the victim, or toy with them (even though it was his favourite hobby).

He would just attack them and protect you right away, too possessive to let anyone hurt you without consequences.

Stu would arrive soon after, wondering what Billy was doing, because he was suddenly not following the plan. 

And then he would see you, on the ground.

The sweet boy would worry instantly and he would grab you and help you back on your feet so you could both leave.

Despite the pain, you would notice how Stu didn’t seem to care about Ghostface, or didn’t seem to have any will to help the victim.

He would settle you upstairs, in a bed and he would look after you and fuss over you.

Soon after, Ghostface would find you, and remove his mask, revealing Billy, who would join you on the bed to make sure you were fine. He would also calm down Stu.

You would be shocked to understand who your boyfriends were.

Billy would sweet talk to you and kiss you to make you forget about it, and Stu would do anything to cheer you up and make you admit you still loved them.

And of course you did.

After that, they would keep you away from their crime scenes at all cost so it wouldn’t seem too obvious that Ghostface was in love with you.

Thomas Hewitt 

You were helping to prepare dinner in the kitchen, when a victim attacked you from behind.

They had stabbed you, forcing you to fall on your knees in front of them, your hands on your wound, as you were heavily bleeding on the ground.

Thomas would arrive just in time before the victim could kill you.

And no need to say the man would go feral and insane, unable to stand the sight of you like that.

He would instantly turn on his chainsaw and jump on the victim with all his strength and speed, like a cannonball aiming to violently kill.

The victim would have no chance of survival at all, because Thomas believed he was born to serve his family and protect the people he loved.

And he loved you more than anything else in his whole existence. And this person dared hurt you, which meant no mercy.

His bloodlust rage would only quieten down when he would see you falling on the ground, passing out from the pain and the blood loss, softly whispering his name for him to help you.

It would only then he would stop cutting the already dead body in pieces to check you up, turning off his chainsaw and letting it fall on the ground without any care.

Afterward, once the rage would be gone, he would be so panicked.

He would scoop you up and place you on the couch before looking for his Mama so she could patch you up or tell him what to do.

The man would also beat himself up for having let that happen to you and then he would act like your guard dog, making sure no one could hurt you again by keeping you by his side or asking you to lock yourself in your shared bedroom.

He would be paranoid and even more overprotective after that.

He would have nightmares about losing you and he would bring you closer to his chest in the night, making sure you were all safe and sound. No that you minded the attention at all.

Michael Myers (RZ)

Michael hadn’t thought one of the victims could escape him and find you watching TV in the living room.

And no need to say, he had never thought you would get hurt, no matter how many times you told him you didn’t like when he was bringing victims inside the house to play.

When he would see you, laying on the ground, hurt and unconscious, it would definitely break the remains of sanity he had inside of him.

His fist would tighten around his knife and before the victim could run away, Michael would grab them and pin them on the wall before stabbing them over and over again in the stomach.

If Thomas was full of rage, Michael was also the kind of slasher to not be able to stop himself. But unlike Thomas, it would be a very cold rage.

He wouldn’t express any emotions behind the mask, or he wouldn’t say anything or even groan in anger.

He would simply stab the victim until he would feel better about the situation, and then he would plunge his knife deep enough into the body for it to stay  pinned on the wall.

His attention would then get to you, and he wouldn’t know what to do at first.

He would be afraid to hurt you, but at the same time he couldn’t stand to see you on the ground, so he would eventually carry you to your shared bedroom, undress you and take care of you.

Because he had lived a great part of his life in an asylum, he knew how to take care of wounds and it worked in your favour.

He would never bring any more victims back home, and he would actually never let anyone in.

If someone was getting too close to his property, he would get out and kill them right away.

Killing to keep you safe was his new love language and you could only appreciate it because you had never been so safe in your whole life.

Vincent Sinclair

He had asked you to stay in the basement, where he thought you would be safe.

But of course, one of the victims had found the secret gateway leading the House of Wax to his place.

And when the tourist saw you there, minding your own business with a book in one hand, they had guessed you weren’t another victim.

They wanted to hurt you, like the masked twin had hurt their own people so they didn’t hesitate to jump on you and to beat you.

When Vincent would arrive, panicked after he had realised one victim was missing, you would be on your knees, trying to get up to fight back.

But your head would be throbbing and you wouldn’t be sure you wouldn’t fall if you went back on your feet.

Vincent would know better than panicking or going insane.

Like Michael, cold and silent rage would rise inside of him like a wave ready to destroy everything.

But unlike Michael, rage wasn’t equaling chaos to him.

Vincent was an artist who spent his days creating and who needed the tourists for his creations.

So he didn’t jump on the victim to cut him into pieces, he would really silently move behind them before they could strike again, and then slice their throat open.

He would take a lot of pleasure to kill them and he would make sure his movements were slow and precise so the tourist could have the time to feel the pain and to realise they were going to die before ineed dying.

Once done, he would let the body loudly fall and then his rage would be replaced right away by worry and tenderness for you.

He would be your special doctor and take care of you until you were fully healed. He would even make sure Bo left you alone for that time and he would ask Jonesy to stay with you when he couldn’t.

At night, he would cuddle you with extra love to make you forget he failed you.

Bo Sinclair

One of the victims had been able to get inside the house and had been smart enough to stay silent, so you didn’t notice them at first.

When you would, it would be too late already, and you got hit on the head.

You fell on the ground instantly, only half conscious anymore and unable to move.

Bo would have noticed that one of the tourists was heading to his house, but he was already busy with another one, so he simply hoped Vincent would protect you, like he always told his twin he needed to, when he couldn’t do it himself.

Unfortunately Vincent was in the House of Wax, also dealing with tourists.

Bo would finally run to the house, and would find you laying on the ground, the soon-to-be-dead tourist ready to beat you again.

Bo wouldn’t even need to think, he would act on pure instinct to protect you.

Even if he could be sometimes a little bit harsh with you, like he was with everybody including himself, he would do anything to keep you safe and happy.

You were part of the family and it meant no one was allowed to touch you.

If he had his gun on him, he would do an absolutely perfect headshot. If he didn’t have his gun, he would jump on the tourists and beat them with his bare hands until their head would be smashed and his own knuckles bleeding and hurt.

Once the tourist would be dead, his whole attention would be on you. He would place you on the couch and look after you before finishing off the killing.

When he would be back home, with Vincent, you could hear him yelling at his twin for having let anything happen to you.

And while checking on you, he would also be pissed at you for not having been more careful.

But you knew the man had just been very worried to lose you.

And at night, he would hug you even closer than usual.

ChromeSkull

Jesse was always proud to believe he was in control, especially when it was about killing or about you.

You were his, and he needed to make sure you were fine, hence he had settled cameras inside your shared house so he could keep an eye on you when he was away.

It was how he saw a man getting inside his place and attacking you; you were an easy target to get after Jesse; he should have seen that coming.

No matter what he would be doing, he would let go of it right away, even if it was a killing. (If that was a killing, he would throw the victim in his car trunk to deal with later).

In no time he would be back home, and ready to slaughter whoever dared to touch you.

His knives would be already ready to strike as he went right where you and your aggressor were, with the same violent cold rage that Michael could have.

For once, he wouldn’t play, he wouldn’t torture, he wouldn’t even try to understand who this person was, he would just kill as roughly and painfully as possible, because someone who hurt you just couldn’t continue to live in the same world as you.

Once the killing would be done, he would then carry you somewhere comfortable and take care of you obsessively.

Until you would be fully healed, he wouldn’t let you leave your bed and he would threaten to tie you up there if it meant you stopped fighting his will.

His paranoia would have no limit after that event, and he probably would insist for the two of you to move out somewhere else, more secured.

There was also no way you would ever leave the house after this and you would live like his personal little doll, all safe and sound in a golden prison.

No need to say that no one else ever touched you again, as Jesse would kill whoever even pronounced your name his way.

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[yesimwriting]

First Impressions

First ever final girl fic universe seperate fic!! all that means is that even though this is canon in the final girl fic world, it is a separate fic that stands on its own!! you don't need to read any part of final girl first!!

also if you’d like to request a fic that’s set in the final girl world, feel free too, just know that as of now there won’t be anything directly couple-y between Y/n and the boys, just specify in the request!

this is not part 6 of final girl, it's a separate little sort of prequel??

Summary: How Billy and Stu's feelings for Y/n first developed

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Billy doesn't know when the official switch first flipped. He isn't sure when you went from being a pretty face with a sense of humor that he found a little more objectively funny than most to someone that started taking over his thoughts.

Maybe it did start that first day, when Stu kept making jokes that forced him to keep bringing up the 'hot new girl that Tatum wouldn't shut up about.’ After about the third comment about you, Billy realized that it wasn't really a joke. It was a testing of waters, Stu's not-so-subtle attempt to gauge Billy's opinion of you.

It wasn't like Stu wanted permission to like you, the two of them understood how they felt about others, about girls. But you were different, a thought that made something unfamiliar flare up in them. Feelings too possessive to be categorized as simply want. And too protective to be considered just ownership.

Maybe it did start the day he met you. The first words he ever heard you say didn't quite fit you, but they intrigued him enough to look at you twice.

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Today is dragging on. It's not even lunch yet and Billy's trying to calculate if he can get away with skipping the rest of his classes. Maybe he'd grab Stu at the start of their shared 5th period and just go. They could get high or drive around for awhile or just cut early to watch a movie. Billy doesn't really know what he wants, he just knows that he doesn't want to be here. Looking through his locker and waiting for Sid.

Being around her is all hot and cold. Some days playing the good boyfriend is barely painful, making it easy to even actually listen to some of her stories. But on days like today, he has to be aware of all of his thoughts and impulses in order to avoid blowing up their plan. The one year mark is coming up soon.

"You know that much planning can make you sound like a psychopath." That's Sid. Billy can't see her yet, but she's still rounding the corner and her voice sounds light. The irony of her saying something like that only steps away from Billy would almost be amusing on a normal day.

"Psychopaths get shit done." A voice that's completely unfamiliar. Normally, he'd brush it off. He doesn't bother keeping up with many people outside of their inner friend group. He could point out a few faces from over the years, but no one else ever really stands out to him.

Just as Sid and the stranger round the corner, the unknown voice speaks again. "Uh--that's not the kind of joke you can make in front of someone you just met. Swear I'm not planning a mass murder, I'm just extra about planning my class schedule."

Billy turns away from his open locker, deciding that since he's this bored and the comment was somewhat amusing before the stranger started backtracking, he's intrigued enough to really look at them. Plus, Sidney seems to like them, so it's probably a thing he should be putting effort into anyways.

You're not what he was expecting. A true new girl. The true new girl. The girl most people glanced at a little too long this morning because when does anyone ever move to Woodsboro? And when does anyone start school here about a month into the school year?

You're holding a stack of heavy textbooks that seem like over kill and blinking up at him with eyes he doesn't think he'll immediately forget about. It's different than noticing someone he finds attractive. This is more intrusive.

Billy doesn't like that he doesn't instinctually dismiss you as high school background static.

His eyes eventually snag on what you're wearing. A sweater that doesn't seem to fit you that he recognizes instantly. He nearly tore it off Stu this morning before school when they both had half a mind to skip.

Billy's jaw clenches and he isn't sure if the sweater has him feeling territorial over Stu or if it has him looking at you a little differently. Maybe the sweater was a little situation Stu created for Billy to notice. A tiny, well orchestrated way to rile Billy up to get back at him for this morning. Or maybe a way to tag you, to tell Billy that he should look at you twice. It doesn't matter, he now knows for a fact that you'll be coming up later, the second Stu and him get a second alone.

"I believe you," Sidney breathes easily, a half laugh in her voice as she breezes past him, likely walking you towards their group's usual lunch spot. He doesn't like that a part of him hopes that his assumption is right.

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Mr. James has been ranting about who knows what for the last fifteen minutes, and Stu hasn’t heard a word of it. He hasn’t even had a fully clear thought since you stumbled in three minutes late, mumbling an apology as you beelined for the first available seat you could find. It happened to be right next to him. So close Stu can see the doodles in your notebook. They’re cute, scribbled stars and swirls, but disappointingly un-telling. He didn’t expect to see you so soon after Tatum befriended you in the parking lot, and he didn’t think you’d look like this.

“I like your shirt better like this.” You look up at him like a deer caught in front of a moving car. “The neon green brings out your eyes.”

You let out a breath that’s almost a laugh. “Oh, thanks, that was the goal.” You glance down at your shirt, crossing your arms in front of your chest self consciously. “This is a result of my annoying habit of not looking both ways before crossing the hall. Some guy ran into me and spilled his energy drink all over me, and he didn’t even stop to say sorry.”

“Wow,” Stu humors you because there’s just something about the irritated pout of your lips, “Rude.”

“I know!” You whisper-yell before cringing slightly at your volume. 

“Exciting first day so far.”

Shifting in your seat again, you blink once, pen tapping against your notebook. “No kidding.”

“If I give you my sweater, does that count as me bailing you out twice today?” 

Your lips part as you glare at him in a way that’s almost shy. Before you can tell him that pointing out a classroom doesn’t count as bailing you out, the two of you are interrupted. 

“Mr. Macher, since you’re so interested in talking today, why don’t you tell us how many delegates attended the Constitutional Convention in 1787?” 

Stu remains unfazed, turning away from you and towards the teacher. You begin writing something else down, and then, in a move so subtle and quick Stu almost thinks he imagined it, you tap the side of your foot against his. His eyes flit down towards the notebook that you’ve pushed to the edge of your desk.

“55,” Stu says confidently, reading the circled number off of your notebook.

Frowning, Mr. James continues, “That’s correct.” Pacing towards the bored, he asks another question, “And which state wasn’t represented?”

You’re quick to write out the next answer in order for Stu to read it out loud, “Rhode Island.”

Getting frustrated, Mr. James begins to press, “Where did they meet?”

“Philadelphia.”

At that, Mr. James lets out a sigh that’s more frustrated than it should be. Deciding that he can’t push this interrogation any further, Mr. James lets it go and moves on. 

Stu smiles despite himself, finding it a little...cute that you outed yourself as a bit of a nerd. It’s something about who you are that you’ve finally revealed. He glances back at your notebook as you inch it even closer to him. He reads over the last thing you wrote: who’s bailing who out now?

You’re smug about it, too. It’s adorable, like being near a puppy. A puppy that Stu isn’t sure if he’d keep around or accidentally squeeze just a little too hard. He just met you, but something about your demeanor is just so innocent and you seem so soft. It’s distracting and oddly riling and he hasn’t quite made up his mind if he’s going to hold it against you or not. 

God, if Tatum decides to really befriend you, this could be interesting. And if Billy were to meet you? Stu’s convinced that he’ll pick up on the fact that you’re something else just as fast. That realization leads to a train of thought that has him struggling to focus on acting normal. 

----

Stu knows two things. The first is that something is definitely on Billy’s mind, and the second is that Billy can tell that Stu’s focus is elsewhere. Stu also knows that right now is a terrible time to get caught up in some girl just because he can’t stop thinking about your eyes and the cute little turn of your lips that was almost a smile.

And seeing you in his sweater for the rest of the day just did something to him. 

Okay, technically that’s more than two things. 

“You wanna order takeout?” The question comes out perfectly casual in a way that Stu knows Billy will interpret as suspicious. “We can save the movie you rented for when the food gets here.”

Billy nods once, absentmindedly, “Sure.” His fingers press into the cushion of the couch, but that doesn’t do anything to relieve his tension. Billy moves his hand, squeezing the back of his turned over arm and letting his nails dig into the soft skin of his inner wrist. The pinching pain is meant to snap him out of it. “What do you think of the girl Tatum was all over today?”

The question nearly sends Stu spiraling. It’s rare for Stu to be unsure on what kind of reaction someone’s looking for, but he’s out of practice with Billy. He can’t remember the last time he cared about monitoring his reactions in front of Billy. “What about her?”

“Do you think Tatum will keep her around enough for her to be a factor?”

Oh. It’s about the plan. Of course it is. Stu thinks of your face, your eyes, the almost smile. It makes his blood rush in a specific way, and he’s not sure if he’d rather see you tremble out of fear or arousal. Maybe there’d be time for both.

“Don’t know. Tatum thought she was nice, didn’t shut up about her, but she’s a little book-y, y’know?” Stu shifts slightly, just enough to seem like he’s slumping further into the couch. “She’s probably too naive to be a factor either way.”

Billy half shrugs. “Not sure, she’s reading Carrie.” 

Stu almost points out that Billy isn’t usually the type to note details like that about people he doesn’t know or care about. “Think she likes scary movies?”

“There’s an easy way to find out,” Billy mumbles, only somewhat serious. He then drops his gaze towards his lap, nails digging just a little harder into his skin than before. “She doesn’t seem like the victim type. You know what she reminded me of with her too-nice-for-her-own-good, girl next door thing?”

Already piecing together what Billy’s getting at, Stu decides to play along. “What?”

At that, Billy throws him a somewhat scolding look. It’s a gentle chiding for trying to get away with bullshitting him. “A final girl.” With a slight sigh, Billy decides that he’s ready to bring up his real point, “You definitely thought so.”

The nail in the coffin hits Stu harder than he thought it would. Billy’s called him out on a lot over the years, but Stu’s never come this close to feeling embarrassed. He doesn’t get this difference, he doesn’t get why he didn’t just say something at the beginning. The two of them talk about girls they find hot all the time. Why are you the exception that makes him feel kind of awkward?

“What?”

Billy rolls his eyes before pointedly glaring at Stu in a way that can only be described as bitchy. “You think I can’t tell when you like a girl?”

The word like settles uncomfortably in Stu’s chest. “Jealous?” It’s a sad attempt at deflecting. “Like you didn’t think she was cute with the way you jumped in to save her just as I was getting her a little worked up.”

“You were making fun of someone and trying to make her uncomfortable.” 

“Since when does that matter?”

Billy pauses, thinking through his potential responses. “I didn’t give her my sweater.” It’s a flat comment, barely more than an observation. “I wasn’t the one looking at her like I couldn’t decide if I wanted to pin her against the wall or hold her there with a knife.” Stu’s eyes darken slightly as his posture stiffens and Billy struggles to not look smug openly. “Surprised you didn’t come in here trying to get me to jerk you off to the thought of her all bloody and begging you to let her live. I bet you’ve been thinking about that since you saw he in the parking lot this morning.”

Stu finds it in himself to keep it together enough to say, “You’re there too. She’s crying and looks over at you with those wide eyes like she needs you.” 

The comment serves as a ceasefire of sorts. A reminder that neither of them has a true upper hand when it comes to this kind of thing.

----

Maybe the change came the first time Billy was completely alone with you. The hall was empty, school had ended long enough for most club meetings to have started. Most of the people that linger after school have moved to the parking lot or behind the bleachers. 

Billy recognizes the back of your head instantly. You’re starting to become more and more noticeable. It’s a new development, something he still isn’t sure how he feels about. It’s good to be aware, but it’s more than that. A small part of him seems to jump whenever he realizes you’re in the same room. It’s ridiculous. If Stu knew about the pinch of warmth that rises in him whenever he realizes that you’re around, he’d never hear the end of it.

He almost walks away, leaving you there as you groan in frustration at your locker. “You okay?” 

You look up, eyes rounder than usual. You’re always a little fidgety, but today, you’re jumpier than ever. Stu threw his arm around your shoulders during lunch after making a joke that made you both seem like an old, married couple. It’s not rare for Stu to find an excuse to touch you, and you react to it a lot more casually than you used to. But today, you almost flinched. Something’s going on, maybe it has something to do with your mom’s boyfriend. 

You called Sid up the other night late, asking her if you could sleep over because your mom was out and you didn’t want to be alone with him. Maybe your mom isn’t back yet and the thought of going back to that environment has you on edge. Billy gets that feeling. 

“I think this locker has a personal vendetta against me.” 

He nods, trying not to focus on anything particular about you. Still, though, there’s something a little endearing about your dramatics. “A vendetta? Intense.” 

You pull on the lock again, trying to balance a bunch of binders and books in one arm. “Extremely.” 

With the way you’re struggling, it’s only a matter of time before everything collapses. “Here.” Billy pushes the lock in, holding it in position for a second before pulling it down. “It wasn’t still locked, just jammed. The lockers here do that.” 

You let out a relieved sigh. “You’re my hero.” It’s casual praise, a comment you’ll likely never think about again, but it leaves that strange warmth flaring through him. 

“Do you need any help?”

“I’ve got it.” The shake of your head is polite, but the fact that you’re clearly struggling to keep your hold on everything is apparent. You don’t always accept help easily. Suppressing an eye roll, Billy takes the top two books from your stack. You give him a look before admitting defeat. “Thank you.” 

You finish putting away the items in your arms before taking the textbooks back from Billy and making them fit into what’s left of the space. You then move to look through your backpack, taking out different colored sets of sticky notes and highlighters. It’s not really noteworthy until you start taking different sticky notes and highlighters out of your locker and putting them into your backpack. 

“Didn’t you just put those--” 

“Those were the note color combos for history, science, and english. These are the note color combos for my journalism class and math, plus my additional sticky notes for english reading that’s a book and not a textbook. I also like to use different highlighters for different levels of--” Billy’s watching you carefully as you cut yourself off. “I’m way more normal than this makes me look, I swear.” 

It’s that half thought out defense that has Billy practically frozen in place. There’s just something so you about the way you cut yourself off, and Billy’s practically lost in it. You’re an open book when it comes to feelings, but he always finds himself trying to guess what you’re going to say before you actually say it.

Billy fights against a smile. “I don’t believe it.” Your mouth opens in a mock gasp. “Do you have a ride home?”

You zip your backpack shut. “I was gonna walk.” 

He’s yet to see you drive and he’s starting to think you don’t have a car. It’s an unseasonably chilly day and you’re wearing something short with no jacket. Billy also doesn’t love the idea of you walking alone while looking like that. Too pretty, too noticeable, and there are some fucked up people out there.

In an impulsive move, Billy says, “I can take you.” The offer surprises you, you clearly weren’t expecting that from him. Billy can’t blame you for your confusion. It’s not that he’s cold towards you, he just hasn’t let himself get too close to you.

You’re a breath of fresh air to not just him. With the way everyone’s always all over you, Billy has let himself step to the sidelines a little. At least, that’s what he tells himself, but if he’s being completely honest, his thoughts around you are flighty and unsure. Sometimes if he thinks about it too hard it makes him feel like he’s a kid desperate for his mom to beam at him to make everything go away.

It’s twisting and weird and he’s not sure if it makes him want you closer to him or if it makes him want to just give in and force a knife through you just so that voice in the back of his head will stop. You can’t exactly reject him if he buries a knife into you first. But he’s been trying a little more recently. 

It’s only been a short time and you’ve already gotten so comfortable with Stu and his brazenness. It’s starting to make Billy a little more relaxed. Enough to crack a smile every once in awhile and partner with you for a project in English class.

“Oh,” you hum after a second, “Thank you.” You take your time zipping your backpack up to avoid needing to look at him. “But you don’t have to do that. I’d hate to put you out.” 

Billy knows that it’s likely you trying not to be an inconvenience. You never do accept help the first time it’s offered. You don’t know what you need. Despite Billy’s awareness, the slight rejection stings. That warmth you make him feel twists in his stomach in a way that burns. 

“It wouldn’t be putting me out.” He pauses, trying to think through what he can say to get you to agree without making his offer sound too significant. “It’s cold, I can’t let you freeze.” 

You shut your locker, letting yourself consider his offer. It was the right thing to remind you of. Even though it’s not exactly freezing here, it’s hotter in Texas and you’re not used to September feeling all that different than July. “One condition?” 

“I’m doing you a favor.” 

Playfully, you roll your eyes dramatically. Billy smiles at the gesture despite himself. “Don’t go around telling people I’m like some kind of weird sticky note freak?” 

“Weird sticky note freak?” Billy repeats the words like he’s seriously weighing the pros and cons of your request. “Nope. Sorry. Have to tell everyone.” 

The tension of uncertainty behind your stance disappears and the way you’re looking at him changes entirely. His joke surprised you in a good way. It’s a flash of a side of an easier going side of him. “Everyone, huh?” You tilt your head slightly as you consider what to say. “Wish I knew something embarrassing about you to...ensure your silence.” 

He almost laughs. “Ensure my silence? You’d blackmail me?” 

Shrugging comfortably, you reply, “I’d do what needs to be done.”

Billy takes a step forward, angling himself so that there’s a subtle implication that you’re trapped between him and your locker. You seem to pick up on it subconsciously, because the pure humor leaves your eyes. “Didn’t think you could be so mean.” 

You blink, a tiny bit of shyness making itself apparent. Your proximity to each other is just as significant to you as it is to him. Billy can tell by the way you struggle to hold his gaze. The fact that the nerves are mutual makes Billy feel a little easier, a little warm in a good way. 

“I’m multifaceted.” It’s practically a squeak and it sends a thrill straight through Billy.

He’s never been this close to you and yet it still feels so far. The urge to do something with his hands, to touch you just to know what the warmth of your skin would feel like beneath his fingertips, hits him hard and fast. Billy straightens in an attempt to break the spell.

It’s not enough, so he starts walking forward. “Come on before I see you do something really embarrassing like color code tabs in your binder.” 

You turn quickly, trying to match his long, even strides. “That’s actually--” Silencing yourself with a slight huff, you glare at him. “And...that was a joke. You’re making fun of me.” 

Instead of answering the question, Billy decides to push just a little more. “You know this isn’t exactly a sticky note level secret, but sometimes I color coordinate my pens based on each class I’m in. The ink matches my folders.” 

“Haha,” you breathe sarcastically, heat rising to your face. “You have a really underrated sense of humor.”

----

Now that you’re here, so casually taking up space somewhere that’s just his, Billy doesn’t want you to go. Your uncertainty melted away after the first two minutes and you’ve been casually chatting away ever since.

You tried making fun of his music, but ultimately had to admit your disappointment that Billy’s taste isn’t worse. He apologized and promised that next time he drove you somewhere, he’d make sure to have nothing but the cheesiest pop top 20 available, that way you could bully him to your heart’s content. He also made sure to tell you that if you really want to make fun of someone for their choice of music, you should ask Stu to show you his CD collection. 

After saying that, Billy watched your reaction carefully through the rearview mirror. You seemed to like the promise of future car rides.

You’re tapping your fingers against your knee casually, eyes focused on the window. The two of you are getting close to your place now, and something about your energy is beginning to shift downwards. You don’t want to go home.

Screw it, you don’t want to be home and after Stu’s stuffy energy today, Billy realizes that both of you could use a bit of a pick me up. 

"Today’s Thursday, right?” 

Turning your attention back towards him, your hand stills on your lap. “Yeah, why?” 

“I forgot I told Stu I’d be at his place by 3:30 today. We were supposed to go get something to eat.” It’s a partial lie. It was an assumed thing that Billy would make his way over to Stu’s at some point, especially since it’s been a little while since they both had a free day. Between school and their girlfriends, it just hasn’t worked out. But they never indicated a time and Billy isn’t actually late. “We’re about to pass Stu’s house.” 

Billy pauses, pretending that this idea just came to him. “Want to come with us? I can drive you home after and that way Stu won’t get into his whole thing when I’m late.” 

You’re intrigued by the offer, he can tell by the way you’re cautiously studying him from the corner of your vision. “I don’t need to crash your thing.” 

“You’re not crashing.” You don’t look convinced. “You’re our friend.”

At that, your demeanor seems to soften. The word friend leaves you beaming and that feeling flickers in Billy’s chest again. 

“You’re sure Stu won’t mind?” You’re watching him freely now, eyes cautious. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“As long as you don’t bring out the sticky notes and try to color coordinate anything.” 

Fighting down a laugh, you roll your eyes. “Sounds tough, but I think I can manage.” 

----

Stu’s laying against his couch, Texas Chainsaw Massacre playing on the living room television. He’s only half paying attention, strangely apathetic. 

The call had come this morning, right before he left for school. His parents were rescheduling their return, claiming that business was just too good for them to fly home already. Apparently someone offered his dad an in on some deal, and now they’re in negotiations for that. Stu barely believed them, considering that the business trip was in Vegas, and his mom has a pension for shopping in large cities. 

He didn’t call them out for it. He never does. Lie or truth, it doesn’t make a difference why they’re not coming back. The point is they’re just not. 

When Stu was younger, he used to complain a little, but that was quickly nipped in the bud by his father reminding him that he’s a man. He shouldn’t really need anything from his parents except assurance that his needs would be taken care of, and that’s definitely a problem they’ve never had. A large and safe roof over his head and enough pocket money to keep himself fed and entertained. What else could a teenage boy want? 

Stu was half expecting some kind of call. It had been a little over a week with no communication and they always announce their return home a few days in advance. They never tell Stu about their delays until the day before they’re supposed to come back. 

He doesn’t know why he’s thinking about this or why it’s getting to him a little more today than usual. Maybe it has to do with the fact that his parents are coming close to beating their record for longest time traveling without so much as a weekend pit stop at home to change out their luggage. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s barely gotten any time with Billy this week. It doesn’t matter. The fact that he’s phased at all is stupid.

A knocking at his door snaps him out of his train of thoughts. Weird. A spike of hope strikes him with no warning. It could be Billy, but Billy never knocks. He walks in and doesn’t even bother to greet Stu verbally before sitting down next to him. It could be Tay, but he can’t remember making any plans with her or the last time she spontaneously popped by his place without at least calling first. 

Stu opens the front door casually, because this is Woodsboro, and an unexpected knock is no reason for concern. His eyes immediately land on Billy, who’s standing there like there’s nothing weird about him knocking. 

“You kn--” He cuts himself off after noticing that Billy’s not alone. Excitement pulses through him at the realization that it’s you. Stu has no idea how Billy pulled this off, but it’s a good surprise. A good enough surprise to get him to shake off the weird way he’s feeling. “Look who wandered onto my doorstep.” 

Ignoring the consuming way he’s looking at you, you greet him normally. “Hi to you too.” 

“Picked her up,” Billy jumps in, catching Stu up on his innocent enough lie as casually as possible, “She’s a stray, so she’s coming with us to grab something to eat.” 

That paired with the subtle look Billy sends him is enough for Stu to piece together enough of the story to go along with it. “You’re late, but since you brought me a gift, I’ll let it go.” 

You practically laugh at that. “Dramatic.” 

Stu turns towards you, grinning at the excuse to grab you. He tugs on your arm, ignoring your protests as he pushes you against the doorframe. The sudden shift in mood isn’t something you’re expecting, but Stu can’t help it. Especially when he knows that he has your full attention. He can take seeming pushy if it means he’s the only thing you’re focusing on. 

“Stu.” It’s too surprised and amused to be scolding.

His smile widens at the way you’re looking at him. “Take it back.” 

You bite back a grin, watching him carefully. There’s an edge to his usual brand of chaos, but it’s not unnerving. If anything, a part of you feels the need to prove him wrong. “No.” 

It’s not so much the blatant defiance as it is that smug look behind your eyes that sets Stu off. His hold on you tightens, and the way he tilts his head leaves a feeling you don’t understand pulsing through you. It leaves your face warm. 

“No?” You blink at the question, chin sticking out just slightly in an attempt to hold your ground. “Brat.” 

Still not giving him the satisfaction of your panic, you keep your voice steady as you react, “Dra-ma-tic.” 

Billy straightens, watching the exchange cautiously. He understands that look behind Stu’s eyes better than Stu does. You’re teetering on the edge of either Stu forgetting that this is a delicate situation and crossing a line or something even more dangerous. But this is the most like himself Stu’s been all day and you’re smiling. It’s a moment that’s so domestic Billy’s not sure how he hadn’t managed to get you here sooner. 

Releasing one of your arms, Stu places a hand on your side. Billy studies the contact carefully before Stu starts to move. His fingers move quickly, up and down your side as you laugh and squirm. It’s cute and easy going, but considering Stu’s mood today, Billy isn’t sure how long it’ll stay that way. 

“What were you saying?” 

“That--” You cut yourself off with a loud laugh that’s almost a gasp as Stu’s hand brushes against your side. “That you’re the--the most even temper-tempered, understa--understated person I’ve ever met.”

Stu pauses, hands squeezing your hips once before releasing you, but he makes no move to put any distance between you. “I’d love to believe you, babe, but you don’t really seem sorry.” 

That does frazzle you enough to get your eyes to widen. You laugh or maybe even yelp as Stu’s hands move to grab you again. You turn quickly, nearly stumbling as you try to dodge him. 

Stu could probably grab you and force you back into place easily, but he lets you have your small victory. It’s more fun with a little bit of a chase, anyways.

Billy places a hand on your shoulder, keeping you steady as you fight against a nervous giggle. “Help.” 

He’s never had such a good excuse to pull you towards him. Maybe Billy should have been the voice of reason. After all, this is your first time all doing something after school and scaring you off really is a possibility. But he can’t help himself. In one smooth movement, Billy turns you and presses your back into his chest. “You know in the movies nothing gets you killed faster than begging for help.”

You’re barely given a second to register his words because Stu’s on you in a second, tickling you before you can read too much into the lowness of Billy’s voice. He rests his chin against your back, briefly hiding his face into your neck as you squirm.

Billy looks up, meeting Stu’s gaze as you fondly tell them that they’re, “Literally the worst,” in a voice that’s so sweet they’re surprised they hold it together.

It’s in that moment, that silent exchange, that they both come to a mutual decision. You’re theirs now, and even though you don’t know it yet, nothing’s going to change that.