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Billy Loomis: tell him where he can stick her grapes.
Billy lenz: UP HER PU-
Billy loomis: BILLY!
#billy lenz and billy Loomis#billy loomis x male reader#billy loomis#billy lenz x y/n#billy lenz x reader#billy lenz meme#billy lenz incorrect quotes#incorrect slashers quotes#slasher incorrect quotes#slashers pov#slashers#slasher#billy loomis memes#billy loomis imagine#scream 6#scream movie#gays on the fyp#black christmas
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Thinking about how this must have felt...
Being able to freely move his body again, to feel some semblance of life after over a century of lying in that grave rotting. Up to this point, he's been so stiff, lumbering around arduously. But this is where he becomes more man than corpse.
And the first thing he does with his newfound life?
He dances with Lisa.
He knows there is a piano inside. He could go in and play it for her, he could finally play music after nearly 200 years without it. But he dances with Lisa.
With his new life, all he wants to do is be with Lisa. To touch her, love her, make her happy. He has all this energy and he gives it all to her. Everything is for her.
#I'm going to write this scene from his pov#I've been thinking about them nonstop for days#also sidenote I love the aesthetics of this movie#the neon is so good#romance is undead#lisa frankenstein#lisa frankenstein 2024#kathryn newton#zelda williams#cole sprouse#the creature#lisa x creature#lisa x the creature#lisa swallows#diablo cody#horror comedy#slasher films#slashers#horror movies#horror#horror films#trans creature#the creature is trans#lisa swallows x creature#lisa frankenstein movie
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AND I SHOULD TELL YOU
THAT IâLL MISS YOU
BUT I SIMPLY JUST DONâT CARE!
this is not a ship post!
#billyâs posts#billy loomis#LOVE 96#scream 1996#ghostface#stuilly#1996#moodboard#scream#stu macher#billy/sidney pros dni#seriously get off my page#billyâs pov#aesthetic#horror#blood kink#gorewhore#slashers#lyric posting#song: i donât care - violent vira
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agnes i er uh it's me billy
don't you er uh tell them what we did Agnes
#this one goes out to the one person that said POV barb#this is YOUR fault!!!!#billy lenz#black christmas 1974#slashers
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I hope Iâm not late for the brothel sleepover đĽš
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"Musta been out whorin'," Joel hypothetically grumbles like it doesn't turn him on. You called him for a ride in the middle of the night after slashing your own tire. Now you're back in his camper and coming to terms with the fact that it's the coziest you've felt this holiday season. You have a beer on the TV dinner stand and he's on the floor between your knees, a position you weren't sure you'd ever seen him in. He shoves his hand up your cutoff denim skirt and finds you're drenched. He digs his thick fingers into the diamonds of your fishnets and looks up at you darkly, then rips them open. He spreads your legs wider, folds the skirt all the way up, and rips the hole in your leggings even bigger. He squints as he thumbs your wet little hole, then slides his thumb up to your clit. Your chest flutters as his head descends between your legs, and your fingers slot into the soft, brown curls in your lap. You shiver and twitch as his tongue dips into your wet little hole. But it's only a taste. He palms himself and sits up to ask, "didn't let'em cum inside?"
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Iâm not sure if your comfortable with it, but if itâs alright, can I request Billy Lenz and the reader (established relationship) having some sort of conversation on his past and the reader comforting him?
this one is rlly sad im sorry :(( this is mostly hc since i've only ever watched the original 1974 film, so idk if this lines up with the canon from the other movies. from what i know about it, i think it's similar. no mention of agnes in this warning: sa of a minor mention, please do not read if that bothers you. also, reader insert was abused/beaten by their mom. very sad take care of yourselves please
âžââşâ billy lenz x gn!reader
Night fills your bedroom and coats itself on the floors and walls, except for where the yellow streetlamp spills in past your curtains. Sparing a glance to the alarm clock on your bedside table, you see the time is so late it could already be considered early.Â
Still, you canât think about sleep; not when Billy is laying beside you and the house is blissfully empty, two things so rare that it almost seems serendipitous. Youâre not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so you keep staring at the ceiling and let the warmth of his body radiate into yours.
âBilly,â you whisper into the quiet room. âAre you asleep?â
You can hear him grunt and squirm beside you, and you feel bad for waking him. It wasnât often he got a full nightâs rest on a bed, and you knew for a fact that there was no mattress in the attic. There were only so many chances to have Billy and the house all to yourself, though, and you donât want to squander it.
âBilly,â you say again, nudging him with your foot.
He grunts again, but it sounds more cognisant than before. He reaches over himself to pat your arm, almost like heâs quieting down a noisy cat, and you can feel his hand trail down to your own. His palm covers the back of your hand, and he threads his fingers in between yours, curling them down together.Â
Itâs a gesture so sweet that youâre tempted to let him fall back asleep. Thereâs no helping your addiction to him, though, and you tighten your fingers on top of his.
âIâm not tired,â you say with a pout. âI wanna talk.â
This time, Billy groans, low and long. You think it might be out of annoyance, but you can feel him stretching out beside you, straightening his long legs underneath the covers. He huffs when heâs done, eyes blinking open.
You love his pretty eyes, an orangey amber that you were always getting lost in, no matter how unsettling they could be. It always felt like he was staring into you, like he could see the marrow in your bones.
You loved his intensity. It made you feel alive when the rest of the world was tired and grey.
âHi,â you say, reaching over with you unoccupied hand to touch his jaw. âI didnât ask before. How was your day?â
Heâs quiet for a long time, and you wonder if he can fall asleep with his eyes open, but then he says, âBad.âÂ
The word hangs in the air. Billyâs face gives up nothing, a blank page with no words of his own to say. You frown and pull your hand back from his face to rest on your own chest. The other stays in his hold, neither of you willing to let go.
âIâm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?â you ask, although it doesnât surprise you when Billy shakes his head against your pillow.
âOkay.â You squeeze against his fingers again, pulling gently on his arm so that it rested more heavily on top of you. The bedroom air is quiet, but your mind continues to race. Itâll be good for him to get it off his chest, you tell yourself.
âIs it something old or something new?â
He thinks about your words for a while, but then you hear him mutter, âOld.â
âBad memories?â you ask, looking back at him. He blinks at you, then nods.
âI get bad memories, too.â You lean against him slightly, and glance up at the ceiling. âFrom when you were a kid?â
This time, Billy shrugs. You know you shouldnât push him, but your heart aches to see him hurt and to not have the rememdy.
You turn around and let go of him for only a moment. You search for his hand again, this time with the opposite one to press your hands together, palm to palm. Your fingers entwine so easily, so naturally, that it makes your heart ache.
Maybe he just needs to know heâs not alone in whatever bullshit heâs had to endure in his life. Maybe it will help to know that you have bad memories too.
âMy mom used to hit me,â you admit quietly. You stare at the way your hands mesh together, with your nails polished and Billyâs own chewed up. âShe used to take my stepdadâs belt and hit me with it. Used to just be the leather part, but then she would swing the buckle at me too. She broke a tooth, but it was just a baby one. My adult teeth grew in alright.â
You keep your voice casual as you speak, because facts are facts, and thereâs no reason to get upset about something you canât change anymore. Besides, you reminesce about your childhood so infrequently that it feels like it all happened to another person.Â
You remember the beatings like youâre watching it happen to someone else â something else, because you donât feel bad for them when they canât sit at school because of the welts on their ass. You donât bat an eye when their mom has to take them to the doctor to reset their broken nose.
âBitch,â Billy spits out from beside you, and you have to laugh at the venom dripping in his voice.
âI donât talk to her anymore,â you tell him, smiling sadly. You glance at him, but itâs hard to look at the mean look on his face. It probably isnât for you, but your mind is traitorous and too sensitive.
Even worse, Billy could be mad on your behalf. No, you canât think about that either, not when youâve spent so long pretending that it didnât really happen.
âAnyways. All that to say, I know what itâs like, having bad memories. You donât have to tell me, just⌠Iâm here for you,â you say, running your thumb along his hand where theyâre still locked together.
âWant to,â he mutters, voice croaking unnaturally as he speaks in his own voice.
Quietly, you release his hand and instead wrap yourself around him, laying partially on top. He lets out a heavy sigh as you settle, with your arm coming up to rest by his head and your same-side leg resting over his hips. He watches the ceiling, and you watch his face from where you lay your ear to his chest
âBad billy. Disgusting,â he mutters, and you pet his cheek with the back of your hand.
âI donât think so.â You keep your voice careful and quiet, but he sighs and its agitated. Pent up memories start to overfill, and you can see it on his face.
âMommy,â he starts, but his voice breaks and he coughs to clear his throat. âMom. Fucking hate her. I hate her. Stupid fucking slut. Sheâs disgusting. Not me. Not Billy.â
You take your hand away from his face, watching how his expression continues to contort, mixing between anger and disgust and fear. It wrenches your heart in your chest.
âYouâve been so good, Billy. Youâre not disgusting.â
âI hate her. I hate her,â he chants again. âOh, Billy! Shut up!â
When he says his own name, it sounds like a feminine moan. You almost donât understand, but the implication dawns on you only a moment later. Itâs not difficult to piece it all together: his rage, the names he calls himself, the moan. You feel sick.
âHey, we can stop,â you try gently, but Billy either doesnât hear you or doesnât want to stop.
âNo one needs to know, Billy. Be a good boy.â You canât look at his face anymore, the ugly way it scrunches up hurts you down to you core. Guilt claws at you from inside, and you wish you knew the right thing to say but you donât. The truth, you decide, is enough for now.
âI hate her, too,â you tell him, and it sounds a little wet. You donât let yourself cry, but your heart breaks for a younger Billy, afraid and confused.Â
âThatâs my mom,â he says. You donât know what heâs trying to convey when he says that â if he wants you to pity her, or if heâs sharing his betrayal with you. He whines, a painfully soft noise that gets trapped in his throat.
Gently, carefully, you card your fingers through his hair where you can reach, and you kiss his shoulder.
âSheâs gone. She canât hurt you anymore,â you tell him, although you donât know if itâs true. You do know that, as long as youâre by his side, thereâs no way youâll let that woman touch him again.
âI wish I could kill her,â he says through clenched teeth. His voice is thick, like he might be crying. You canât bare to look. Billyâs grief melts into you like itâs thermodynamics, heat into cold, and you can only hope that you can take some of his and ease his mind.
âHow would you do it?â you whisper, pressing your hand over his hammering chest.
âCut⌠cut her head off. Smash it like a pumpkin. Oh, Billy! Good boy, Billy. Shut up!â His voice breaks when he shouts. He coughs, then gasps for air, his breath shaking as he fights against the tightenness in his throat. âIâll turn her teeth into pumpkin seeds,â he snarls.
Without warning, you move yourself to lay completely on top of him, pressing against his body with your body weight. He groans, and youâre sure you must be squishing him, but he doesnât complain. In fact, his arms come up around you, hooked under your arms and pressing you against him with his hands at your shoulders.
âIâve got you,â you tell him, pressing your face against his neck. âYouâre okay now. Itâs just us in here. Just me and you.â
âI hate her,â he whimpers again. âI hate her. I hate her.â
You donât say anything, because you donât think there are any words that could possible take away his hurt without also being a complete lie. Underneath your body, you can feel Billy start to relax, grounded back to reality from the rotten memories playing in his head.
âIâm sorry today was a bad day. We can have a good one tomorrow,â you say. Itâs an impossible thing to promise, but you mean it like one. Youâll make sure Billy has a good day, whether fate wants it or not.
âOkay,â he murmurs. âIâll kill your mom too.â
âThank you,â you say. You kiss his temple, and he leans into your lips.
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a/n: reblogs and replies are really appreciated
#billy lenz#black christmas (1974)#billy lenz x reader#slasher x reader#â*. âŕź â requests#i'm sorry if the pov changes anywhere accidentally#please ignore if i accidentally left in a 1st person pov mention i think i fixed most of it#if not .. forgive me pls#i shouldnt admit this but ive been messing around on c.ai#but its the worst thing ever idk why people rave about it#writing ur own fanfic >>>>>#its such a waste of time refreshing for a better response#when i know what i want them to say .. its just letting people be lazy#i want to shake everyone using it and tell them to just write their own stuff#its so much more rewarding#anyways i am ovulating and thinking about cod men .. its a terrible curse idk why i let this happen
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I am experiencing severe levels of brain rot <3
#behind the mask#leslie vernon#taylor gentry#slashers#I love leslie so much you dont even know#i want a marketable plushie of him#pov me frantically looking up taylors last name because I couldn't remember it for the life of me#wizard's art
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during the whole post s2 montage or whatever, it's revealed that gabriel and beelzebub actually live in a cottage in North Downs, being their resident cryptids and functioning in worse ways than crowley and aziraphale could ever manage, and that's just them not trying
their entire house has rooms that are either completely empty or fully thrashed. these two idiots didn't even bother with trying to seem human. the house just spawned out of nowhere and they don't even bother with humans' memories they literally do not give a fuck. there's no bathroom, no bedroom. however there is a dungeon. neither of them ever sleep so they're just walking around at night for funsies. they're awful. their neighbors at least are grateful because flies refuse to enter anywhere else aside from the bureaucracy house (house is a strong word) just bc beelzebub is nearby. fuck it. they have several floors which can only be accessed from the inside, meaning it looks like it only has one floor from the outside. they have a garden and for some reason it's full of the worst smelling plants to attract flies but also they don't smell at all because gabriel was like nah n beelzebub was like fair enough
do u guys see my vision. do u
#I'm thinking of writing a fic. I'm living my best life out here guys#good omens#kiln talks#ineffable bureaucracy#non horror / slasher#ah. by week 5 they're probably like oh we fucked up. whoops lol. reprograms everything n they try to act normal this time#I just adore outsider pov fics n I've never read one that was bureaucracy centered....#so. ya#feel free to steal my idea. the more the merrier
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Tw: abusive relationships
#brahms x you#brahms heelshire x reader#brahms heelshire#brahms heelsire x male reader#brahms headcanons#brahms x male reader#brahms#the boy#the boy 2#the boy 2016#horror polls#horror#horror x you#slashers pov#slasher poll#slasher x reader#slashers#slasher incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes slasher#incorrect slashers quotes#what would happen#what would jesus do#what would you do#hes in the walls#gays on the fyp#horror pov#brhams x reader#pov slashers#pov horror#polls
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#i make pov playlists on spotify lmao#a playlist nobody asked for but made#â° * Character Study : đđđđ
đđđđđ đđđ ⧽#they would be slasher buddies#no i wont elaborate#im cringe but im free#music tag tba#please excuse me but im brainrotting
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MKUltra the Vampire. im sure THAT wont be revisited later on this season
#spoilers#iwtv#iwtv spoilers#iwtv s2#how incredibly thrilling.#the bridal carry.. âdid i catch you in a fantasy?â#louisâs guiding words to daniel. this is the first time i feel like theyve truly connected#ârichard pryored himself right infront of meâ#tender turned to tinder indeed.#s2 starting with daniel v. louis v. armand then daniel v. loumand and now daniel+ louis v. armand#armand getting up to hunt a boy as louis+ daniel talk abt a past hunt gone horribly wrong#the disposability of 1973 daniel and 2022 malik. malik as the denis of sorts. it could have been anyone.#hallucinating claudia& jumping into the sun.. merrick happened in 1973 +m#+ unlike merrick lestat cant âsave the gorlâ#good stuff#ik twitumblr is somehow moaning over louis but he was twoface/eraserhead baby 90% of the flashbk plzđ#HE SPENDS 80% OF THIS FLASHBACK A BURNT BRISKET PLZ SPARE MEEEE#this episode rlly had the feeling of classic horror slasher movies the blurry pov shot of louis walking up the stairs
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Local man! (me) forgets that they love writing from Ghost's pov and starts another fic from Soap's pov. They (me) will learn nothing from this.
#i love soap equally too dont get me wrong#buts he's not the level of fucked up poetic intensity that ghost is and i d o have a lil preference#a teeny bit#i reread some parts of my ghost pov writing and it just made me realise...#you know#it would be fun to try the slasher au from ghosts perspective though#and the other one is dual perspective so im not compromising#camus muses
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Bloody Valentines
Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Young Justice 98, Titans, GL Corps, Legion of Super Heroes, Flashfam, New Gods
Summary: 90s vampire slasher AU
Chapters: 2/?
Characters: Dick Grayson, Joseph Wilson, Jason Todd, Charley Parker, Zatanna, Eddie Bloomberg, Daniel Cassidy, Chester Williams DC, Guy Gardner, Kyle Rayner, Lilith Clay, Raven Roth, Kole Weathers, Bette Kane, Donna Troy, Roy Harper, Jenni Ognats, Bart Allen, Virgil Hawkins, Richie Foley, Ayla Ranzz, Zoe Saugin, Rol Purtha, Darla Aquista, Lori Zechlin, Hal Jordan, Helen Jordan II, Orion DC, Lightray DC
Relationships: DickJoey, Daniel Cassidy/Zatanna, Jenni Ognats/Virgil Hawkins, Raven/Lilith Clay
Additional Tags: POV First Person, Unreliable Narrator(s), Vampires, No Capes AU, 90s Slasher AU, Homoeroticism, Horror, Slasher
Chapter Two: The Premonition (Charley's POV)
I sat on the roof, smoking while I waited for Jason to page me. He didn't like me smoking around him, so I tried to smoke before and after we hung out. I gave myself enough time to shower and change clothes if I needed to. He never complained, but I knew he preferred I didn't smell like I just smoked a bowl when we hung out.
I met him through Eddie a few years back, and he seemed chill. A little weird, but we were all kind of strange. I was new to Jersey, but he welcomed me in and made me feel like I fit in there, even though I didn't. I didn't stay on the roof long because it was freezing out.
I showered and changed clothes before grabbing my keys to head out. Jason came in the door with an empty suitcase. "We're going," Jason announced, "We're going to Happy Harbor this weekend."
I burped smoke and apologized before plopping on the couch. Jason said a lot of weird crap, but I chalked that up to brain damage. He'd been having premonitions about his brother, and he told me something loomed just outside the gates of the immortal. I didn't know what it meant, but I don't think he did either. Jason washed his hands and poured a glass of milk. "Why are we going to Happy Harbor?" I asked.
"Because my brother is at the center of the disturbance... And he's going. Do you wanna come?" Jason asked. I shrugged and nodded. "Do you?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll come... Jason, did you sleep here last night, man?" I asked. He shook his head. Sometimes he didn't sleep, and he'd drive around. He'd been like that since I met him. I met him in the kitchen, took a frozen pizza out of the fridge, and slapped it onto a pan. Jason sighed and took the pizza out of the box before placing it in the oven.
Most people would think two people like us shouldn't live together, but I think I reminded him of somebody. And I liked having somebody around that didn't treat me like a freak. He also didn't lose it when he walked in on me with some guy I met, in flagrante delicto, as one of the Sisters of Mercy would call it. I call it the Lotus.
Actually, that was recent. I tried to hide the fact that I preferred to drive a stick from time to time, but it was always hard to hide it from the people I lived with. Jason was different, though. When the guy left, I collected myself and tried to explain, but he shrugged it off and said he'd seen worse. So, sue me if I don't judge the guy for his hallucinations.
"I drove up to BlĂźdhaven to see my brother. He got in right before I got ready to leave. I waited for him all night... You should probably start packing tonight. We leave tomorrow morning so we can beat my brother there," Jason mumbled. I sat down and pulled my hair into a bun.
I didn't tell him what to do unless I thought he was doing something dangerous, so I didn't give him my opinion on the whole vacation thing. Besides, I wanted to get out of Gotham for the weekend, and Happy Harbor sounded like a relaxing vacation spot. "Jay, what's the weather like?" I asked. I laughed involuntarily and ran a hand over my face to pull myself together.
"It's in Rhode Island, so I imagine it's freezing. The hottest it gets up there is eighty," Jason answered, "And it's the middle of fall, so I wouldn't bank on it being a nice sunny seventy out there."
I forgot how sarcastic he could be when he wasn't having premonitions. I didn't hate it, though. I think that was his way of telling people he was okay. Jason wasn't a touchy-feely emotional guy, but neither was I, so it worked. "Your brother's gonna be okay," I whispered. I didn't have any siblings, so I didn't understand all the feelings surrounding him and his brother. Whenever I saw them together, I thought they hated each other.
"I got you a suitcase... Charley, remember to pack. We leave at six tomorrow morning," Jason explained. I zoned out after that, but I think he was monologuing. I came to when I smelled the pizza he'd taken out of the oven, and I watched as Jason took a slice for himself. I blinked hard and started eating.
There was something so sensual about the first bite of food after a smoke. I shut my eyes and made a soft noise as I ate the crust first. Jason chuckled. He didn't like me smoking, but he got a kick out of me eating after a smoke. "I've never seen anyone eat a pizza ass first before," Jason laughed.
"Listen-." I fell into a fit of laughter mid-sentence. "Ass first?"
"Yeah, because the crust fucking sucks. No one eats the worst part first," Jason cracked up. I hate to say it, but he was cute when he smiled. I always wanted to go there with Jason because he felt safe, but I never got any indication that he was anything other than straight. Besides, it never would've worked. Jason had a lot going on in his head, and I did too. He was a for life type, and I was more of a for the night type. I was bummed after that because I stopped laughing and returned to my large pizza in silence. About an hour after I ate, I took a nap and packed for our trip.
Jason took his shower and fell asleep on the couch, where he talked in his sleep. I tried to ignore it because some of the stuff he said in his sleep made me feel paranoid. But this time, it was different. Worse. Jason tossed and turned on the couch so roughly that I sat on the floor in front of him to keep him from falling. He grabbed my shoulder in his sleep and scared the shit out of me. "Stay out of the water. Stay out," Jason moaned, "Charley. The water." A chill ran up my spine, and he shot up, panting as he searched around the room.
"Jason... Jason," I whispered as I grabbed his wrist. "Jason, are you-."
Jason jumped off the couch and into my arms. I never saw him that emotional before. It freaked me out. "Please don't swim this weekend, Charley. Promise me you won't swim," Jason begged. I hesitantly rubbed his back to calm him down, but I was as scared as he was. Jason held on so tight my back cracked. Oh yeah, I forgot to say the dude was jacked. Thick neck, giant biceps, built like a fucking tank.
"If I promise to stay away from the water this weekend, will you let go of me?" I asked. Jason let go and nodded. He had to pull himself together, but I was still spooked. "I promise... And next time you call my name like that in your sleep, I'm gonna need you to take me out to dinner, Kid." Jason chuckled and shook his head. "Why'd you want me to come with you tomorrow? Be real with me."
"We'll all be together... I think we'll be alright if we stay together," Jason whispered. He stood up and walked away before hiding his face in his hands. "I've never had one that vivid before... Charley, please don't forget what you promised me... Please don't forget."
I felt terrible for him. Eddie said he wasn't always like that. Before the accident, Eddie said he wasn't as fearful. Everyone warned me not to listen to his delusions or feed into them, but his instincts were good, and he'd never been wrong before about the normal-sounding stuff. It was more than reasonable for me to believe that staying out of the water in an area where it'd be freezing out was a solid warning.
Jason paced back and forth by the fire escape, and my hands shook as I tried to pull myself together for him. We couldn't both be scared. I owed it to him to be the brave one for once. If I owed anybody anything, it was Jason. "Jason, c'mere. Stop-. Stop pacing and look for a minute. Nothing's gonna happen to me because I'm gonna listen to you," I reassured him. Jason nodded, but I could see his mind was already made up. He looked like he wanted to cry. It was like I was already gone. I'd never seen him like that. It was weird and fucked up, and I dreaded the trip ahead. I was so fucked up over it that I couldn't even think to smoke. Instead, I decided to keep my head straight until we got to the Harbor on Saturday. I thought it'd give us both some peace of mind. Still, I didn't think Jason would sleep after that. There was no way. And there was no way he'd be able to drive on forty-five minutes of sleep. Relaxing trip, my ass.
#fic#bloody valentines fic#batfam#titans west#Jason Todd#Charley Parker#POV First Person#Unreliable Narrator(s)#Vampires#No Capes AU#90s Slasher AU#Homoeroticism#Horror#Slasher
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Deadloch is to Crime Noir as Scream is to Slashers
#Deadloch#dulcie collins#eddie redcliffe#i discussed this with beloved mutual hydrosspyross a bit#and what i mean here is that they are both genre pastiches that exist in a world where people know the Rules#while not knowing they exist in a the subversive pastiche#(Abby being into true crime/ Randy the horror nerd)#theres also something to be said about how slashers and crime mysteries are only seperated by pov#this may also be a slight subtweet to people saying its like the pirate romcom show which eeeeeeh i dont think so
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*guy who doesn't know his sister is a raging homosexual voice*
#a stairway to nowhere#nick's pov is the comedy of relief of this story. to me lol#also. chris carver is very real for befriending a ghost girl from the 90s & immediately turning her onto taylor swift#everyone knows if a girl is being quiet in her locked room with her girl best friend not giggling#it's because said girl best friend is into rap music & slashers not taylor swift & the bachelor#& for no other reason#rap music & slashers vs taylor swift & the bachelor aka the two genders for teenage girls#.sorry i think i'm funy. i'm funny to myself & that's what matters
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#slashers pov#slasher poll#slashers#slasher#slasher x reader#slasher incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes slasher#incorrect slashers quotes#slashers x reader#slashers x you#slashers x male reader#slasher x s/o#slahser#slasher x you#michael myers#micheal myers#michael myers x reader#michael myers x male reader#Michael myers is gay#gays on the fyp#what would you do#what would happen#what would jesus do
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