Blazecosplay - Blaze

neil is very respectful of andrew's autonomy, especially in their relationship. we know that. we love that for him. (mostly angst) fics of him not realizing his and andrew's relationship being exclusive are popular. i love reading them.

what if. what if he becomes a tad bit possessive of andrew, though. (a little tug to pull him close, a sharp glare directed to wandering eyes, etc.) andrew would normally find that concerning for all the reasons we all know and understand. possessiveness can imply ownership, can lead to a controlling relationship. andrew would normally dislike that. neil being possessive of andrew, though? andrew fucking loves it??? andrew is very into the idea that neil is obsessed with him, obsessed enough to be possessive of him. like. most people didn't want andrew; some people wanted andrew but they were the bad kind; and very few are the people who wanted andrew who he wanted back. neil's possessiveness isn't caused by insecurity and neither is it because he wants to control andrew. it's more that he always held himself back from wanting and having that when has the chance to actually have something, he clings to it. (hence andrew thinking of neil as a racoon.) (it's also very much like how andrew is, yeah?)

anyway, a headcanon i indulge myself in is neil showing a healthy amount of possessiveness of andrew and andrew loving and even encouraging it. what if. what if.

Practice Your Skills

“You ever look at someone and wonder how hard it would be to get past their defenses and stab them?”

Damian snapped his head to the side, looking at the young boy now standing beside him.

The boy put his hands up in front of him with a wince, “Not that I ever do that. Totally not, whaaaat???”

Damian huffed and turned back around to watch the gala participants.

“It’s just you kinda looked like you were contemplating the logistics of stabbing Mrs.Halterguild for squeezing your cheeks.”

Damian scowled. Then, after a moment’s beat, “It would not be very difficult. She is nearly blind in her left eye, I would be able to approach without repost.”

The kid hummed, turning back as well before motioning to another group to the far right, “What about Mr. Beckensmith, he’s a retired vet right?”

Damian rolled his eyes and scowled harder, “The man has only seen the battlefield of an office as he bribed his way from being fully enlisted and instead managed to pay for increasingly higher ranks and medals. He is a disgrace.”

The kid cocked his head to the side, looking suspicious for a second and then nodding with concession, “Fair enough, I bet I could get close enough too.”

Damian scoffed.

“What, don’t believe me?”

Damian leveled a doubtful glare at the civilian, making it clear by looking him up and down, “Hardly.”

The other smirked dangerously, “If I can get close enough to poke him and get away without being noticed, will you believe me?”

Damian narrowed his eyes but nodded succinctly and watched as the boy immediately took off, making a few loops around other people before finally backing up to Mr. Beckensmith and poking him on the opposite side as a group moved past.

Damian pursed his lips. Interesting. Certainly better than he would expect from an amateur. And an amateur civilian at that.

When the boy returns to his side Damian brushes off the asks of meaningless praise.

“Come on, I did it, now you have to go poke Mrs. Halterguild without getting caught.”

Damian sneers, “And why would I do that?”

“Because I don’t believe you either, the woman’s old but I bet she sees you and squeezes your cheeks again. Old ladies just have a sixth sense for that stuff you know.”

Damian nearly growls but sets off on his task. He makes sure to stay on her left side, but the woman turns at the last second, forcing Damian to use a passing waiter as cover to remain hidden and finally get close enough to poke her gaudy dress.

Then he sidles back up to the boy on the edges and provides his best ‘I am more capable than you’ scowl. The boy simply laughs and says, “Who’s next?”

They spend the night like that, choosing each other’s targets to attack non-lethally as though they were attempting to stab them, and Damian finds the gala going by in a significantly less tedious manner.

Right up until the boy laughs at him when he chooses a target. Only one bark of laughter escapes, but it is enough for Damian to consider stabbing him as well. If only with a butter knife.

Instead, Damian grinds his teeth and asks, “What is so different about Masters, do you really believe you would be unable to succeed?”

The other gives a breathless chuckle, “I’m pretty sure even you wouldn’t be able to successfully stab Vlad Masters,” The boy’s shoulders sag even as his jaw tightens with irritation, “He sees everything.”

Damian narrows his eyes. Something naws at the back of his brain but currently the critique of his capabilities takes precedence.

“I would be capable of stabbing Masters even without my favored sword,” Damian scowls and stands taller with annoyance.

“Sure you can, man,” At this, the boy quirks a sharp smile, “If you can actually get him, I’ll personally get you a magic sword,” he says with an air of amused indulgence. Like he thinks Damian is some insipid child saying he will find a fairy.

Damian grits his teeth and shakes the other’s hand, then immediately sets off after his target. How dare this civilian question him! He is the Son of the Bat, this is not even a challenge!

Damian growls as his approach is thwarted for the third time by the man turning in his direction and almost spotting him. How dare he! He will not fail!

Just as he reaches to jab the man in the side, already poised to make his escape, Masters whips around and clamps his fingers around Damian’s wrist with a vice grip.

“Really Daniel I thought we were over-“ Masters pauses, looking at Damian critically as he glares at the man’s offending hand, “You are not young Daniel.”

“Remove your hand from my person at once,” Damian growls.

Instead of listening to Damian’s very sensible directions, Masters tightens his grip and twists his arm, most likely in an attempt to hurt him.

“Now why is a child attempting to-“

Damian doesn’t wait to hear the rest of the man’s words, sliding a dagger into his other hand and swinging towards him, until that hand is caught mid-movement as well.

“Heh-Hey there!”

Damian snaps his head to the side just in time to see Grayson take his dagger and slide it into his pocket. He ignores the bark of laughter he hears from across the room.

Masters’ hand disappears from his arm suspiciously fast, “Mr. Wayne, what a pleasure!”

Damian looks over his other shoulder to see his father standing behind him, a thin smile on his face, “Vladimir!”

His father’s figure quickly obscures his vision, putting an arm over Masters’ shoulders in a way that clearly makes him irritated but forces him to follow as he is steered away.

“Dami, I thought we talked about the stabbing at formal events,” Grayson says through a strained smile as he looks over the crowd to make sure no else saw.

“Tt, it was merely a demonstration of my skills, he was in no real danger until he refused to release me. I simply sought to correct that mistake.”

Grayson pinchesthe bridge of his nose, “Demonstration for who, Dames? We all already know your skills.”

“Tt,” Damian scowls and turns away.

Instead of pushing it, Grayson simply sighs heavily, “Just stay out of trouble for the rest of the gala okay? We’re almost done.”

Damian scoffed and waited for Grayson to leave. Once he does, Damian finally looks over to where he had been lingering with the boy.

Gone.

Clearly he’d taken the cowards way out when he’d seen that Damian had been accosted by Masters.

Pitiful.

Damian spends the rest of the night scowling from the wall and looking serendipitously for a head of black hair and blue eyes unrelated to him.

Of course it’s not until they are actively leaving that Damian sees him and immediately splits off of from his family.

He approaches with irritation, preparing to grab the other by the shoulder when suddenly he turns around and blue eyes meet Damian’s green.

“You,” Damian sneers.

“Me,” The other shrugs. He has an amused smile on his face, though it’s strained at the edges.

They stare in silence for a minute, before the other’s smile grows and sharpens once more, “I didn’t expect you to actually try to stab him, y’know,” A slight laugh escapes him, “Not that it was unwelcome by any means, but still, unexpected.”

Damian scowls again, glaring at this foolish civilian.

“Oh, I never introduced myself did I?!”

The boy exclaims and holds out a hand, smile dangerous, “Daniel Fenton. Or if we’re being technical,” a pause as Damian finally returns the gesture and finds his hand trapped, “Daniel Masters, a pleasure to meet you Damian.”

“Hurry up little badger,” A voice says beside them, and Damian notices that it is indeed Vladimir Masters.

The man approaches, placing a heavy hand on Fenton’s shoulder, making the boy go taut, and then they both step into a dark car, leaving Damian on the front steps.

Damian’s anger flares and he shoots a glare directly to the boy getting into the car. It dies the moment they meet eyes and Damian sees the fear hiding in the other’s eyes.

Fear that Damian is all too familiar with.

Fear that reminded Damian of himself. Reminded him of his own eyes when he’d been under his grandfather.

But why did Fenton look like that?

Danny has an aggressive secret admirer and that Admirer is Damian wayne.

How this all started was during the Gotham exchange program where Danny had accidentally enrolled in as a joke but didn't think he actually get picked.

Luckily his rogues decided to give him some peace for once since they didn't want to go anywhere near Gotham because she a scary lady, but she actually a very misunderstood lady who just want companion..

Just have a odd way of expressing.. but she allow him in her city until the program is over but has hinted very cryptic if he want to stay then Her Knights have ways.

On his first day of gotham high, everyone so far kept whispered about the new wayne bait?

He didn't really listen but he was mostly asleep in the classes because he already have the whole class homework down already and he using this entire program as a vacation to sleep for once since he first became a halfa.

How he met Damian was pure accident.. literally, as he had accidentally body flipped him so hard to the ground due to Damian grabbing his shoulder and he really didn't meant it but his body instinctly grab his hand.

Which lead to his now peaceful vacation becoming a bit problematic.. as Damian will not leave him alone..

Unknownly to danny. He had gained admirer..

His locker filled with letters that would make Dora blush with how old fashioned they were written in. The occasion and daily weapon gift giving left in his own dorm.( he thought it was skulker leaving him weapons to try out on their next fight) The chocolates he kept receiving thought it was from the other girls from the other class room. Some of his clothes were missing but he thought it was his roommate.

Meanwhile Damian is at his wits end to the point of nearly putting cameras in Danny's room if it weren't for Tim catching on rather quickly on his 'too far gone deep obsession' with the new kid. He had been benched several times because he had been caught on several occasions trying to sneak into Danny's apartment, his locker, his gym locker. To the point they now trying to distract him from approaching danny.

He is just doing the courting rituals that he had learned so far from Talia.. he didn't even get to try the kidnapped and held hostage ritual yet :(

Soft sebinis for you ✨️💕

The driving force of Clancy (album but also the guy) is "I was supposed to be better by now." You were supposed to grow up and be past this. You were supposed to be "normal." Isn't that what you always used to promise yourself? What everyone promised? That it would get better One Day? When is that day supposed to come? When you're 25? 35? Maybe everyone was wrong and it never comes. Maybe you will always feel like you're the worst you've ever been when a new depression episode hits. Maybe you will truthfully always be as suicidal as you were when you were 14, but now you just have more (practical) reasons not to do it. Maybe you never really recover from the trauma and it just grows and changes with you. Maybe you're always going to feel like you're a half step behind everyone else your age because you spent all your golden years locked alone in your bedroom wishing you could stop existing or at least become someone else. Maybe you will always feel like you're lying to everyone when you act like you're fine. Maybe they will always pity you. Maybe this time around they'll finally admit what you already suspect, that they're tired of you and tired of this, and they'll leave.

And the theme of Clancy is, actually, really, you have gotten better. Every time. Even if you can't see it yet. And they're all still waiting for you, like they always have before, and like they maybe always will. People want to see you at your worst because they love you. You just have to swim a little to get to them. You just have to look yourself in the face sometimes

Stay forever, stay forever, even if our love don't stay together.

───RAFE CAMERON & MALE!READER.

summary; Maybe you fell in love with the wrong person. Too late late to wish you never met him.

tw; curses, homophobia, smut, story divided into acts. Angst. Long story(?.

Authors note; I finally saw outer banks, I have about 3 chapters left to finish the 2nd season and I love it! On my recommendation, listen to rolling in the deep (adele), exile (taylor swift), cant pretend (tom odell). Or sad songs of your liking <3

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ACT ONE | THE BEGINNING

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The pay was really disgusting, you could barely spend enough for the basic needs of the home you shared with your grandmother on the uneconomic side of the island, you still helped her deliver the courier to the mailboxes of rich families. You were always distracted by admiring the sophisticated houses with their elegant boats at the end of their ports.

But in recent weeks, the area was a constant terror to you. You walked with the help of a crutch under your right arm because part of your lower leg, the area of your ankle, was hanging by a cast around it.

As soon as you saw the name of the Camerons in your mail bag, you felt the chill on your back and the pressure on your black-purple eye that hadn't yet fully healed. You shakily opened the mailbox and put the envelope in as fast as you could.

── (M/R)?

You froze. You turned your crutch to go to the next house or at least get away from there. Rafe from his porch would not reach you and cross his big garden in time, so he only made a pitying face, also he wasn't alone.

── Come on Rafe, don't tell me you feel sorry for the weirdo in town dude. ──Kelce sneered, parting his lips from the cigar. ──You did what any Kook would do to a miserable Pogue, you ruined his leg.

── Can you shut your mouth? Just a few damn seconds please? ──Rafe muttered raising his shaking hand, he was under the influence of drugs and his body reflected it, but still reasonable to see you in front of his house leaving some letters.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ACT TWO | THE FLASHBACK.

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── Who would have thought? Me in the same car as Rafe Cameron, Kook prince, while we smoke a joint. ──You said sarcastically with a smile turning your head towards the passenger seat where Rafe denied looking away. ──Come on man, there's nothing to be ashamed of.

── I don't know what you're talking about. ──Rafe muttered concentrating on inhaling the line of cocaine above where the airbag was stored.

── Easy there 'mate, you might get a little stuck inside your nostrils. ──You reached a hand to his shoulder surprised by the speed and experience he had.

── Don't touch me. ──Rafe took his position on the seat, stopping from leaning towards the line. ──We are not friends, we are not acquaintances and no one can know that we saw each other. I know about the weird shit people say about you. The whole OBX knows it.

── Uh, alright, alright, whatever the prince says. ──You said pushing your hands away. ── I was just trying to be nice.

── That's the problem. ──Rafe raised an eyebrow without turning to see you as he was already preparing the next line. ── You are too friendly with the boys of the island, so much that you have already gained a certain reputation as a prost ...

You didn't let him finish because your arm was already struggling against his neck, the only thing stopping you was the seat belt.

── For your safety, I warn you to take care of what comes out of your mouth rich boy, you could be a kook but you don't get safety with daddy's money out here.

── Relax man. ──Rafe had his hands raised, you withdrew your arm and he lowered them slowly. ──I was just curious you know, honestly I wouldn't be surprised if you already had that blond pogue under your sheets.

── JJ? cut the shit. ──You made a face crossing your arms, Maybank and you were just friends. ──What about you? I bet those handsome blue eyes already capture someone more than once. Have you ever ... you know.

The car was in total silence, only the sound of the tires of the cars that passed in front of you. You opened your mouth in surprise and mockery.

── No fucking way. ──You laughed with an applause, and repeated. ──No fucking way, it can't be true! But ... h..how?

── Family businesses (M/r), keeps me busy man.

── Family businesses my ass, you're at every party where Barry delivers merchandise. Are you telling me you haven't been with anyone? I bet more than one pretty girl has wanted to be with you.

The tone of your voice faded, what began as a simple meeting for you to deliver merchandise since Barry was out of town, ended in something full of surprises and revelations.

── Or a guy.

── You always have to be the one with the smart ass right? Classic Pogues, always getting into what doesn't concern them.

── Whatever you say, I'm not the virgin inside this car. Your secret is safe with me my lord. ──You bowed to what Rafe looked at you as if at any moment his patience will run out. His faces intimidated you.

── About that. ──Rafe ran his hand down his cheek until he reached his lip, you noticed his nervousness but you couldn't deduce if it was from the drug. ──Could you .... could we ....

── Hook up? Come on man, no shame, we don't judge here. ──You said looking at him seductively while you inhaled the smoke from the joint. You didn't deny it, Cameron was attractive and more than once you laid your eye on him.

You unbuckled your belt containing the smoke on your cheeks, you had it so dominated that you did not cough even once. You took Rafe's jaw with one hand and got close enough to his lips to release the smoke inside him.

── Let's go to the back seats. ──You murmured still with your hand on his defined jaw.

Rafe didn't answer, just got out of the car at the same time that you opening the back seats door.

── What the fuck. ──The Kook said looking the same as you. Courier envelopes that you had to deliver during the week.

── Oh shit. ──You brought your hands to your face in shame, you put a hand on your waist, bending one knee. ──Just orders that I have to deliver during the week you know, pogue things.

He was a difficult guy, his silence waited for you to solve something in the next few seconds. You got behind the wheel again and drove to the only place where both could have a moment alone. Your brother was off the island, so the house would be alone, that meeting point that Barry had to deliver things.

── Are you sure ...

── Just shut up and follow me.

They entered through the porch where there were a couple of cigarettes and bags of food on the floor, cleaning and organizing was not Barry's priority but Rafe had been there more than once so you only took his hand to guide him to the most hidden room.

You turned around in front of him.

── Before doing this I must know if you are completely sure if ....--

Everything happened fast, Rafe shut you up joining his lips with yours because he only wanted you to shut up, his hand resting on the side of your neck with his thumb brushing your cheek. When he broke the kiss, you still had your eyes closed and your eyebrows and lips raised.

Was it a good kiss? You did not know. But you wanted to kiss him again, his mouth was warm.

── Uhhh ... okay then. ──You said dumbfounded.

Both of you were high enough but conscious enough to smile on each other's lips before you threw him onto the old, dusty mattress to climb onto him. You knew perfectly what would happen in the morning, both would go back to being the enemy of the other and pretending that nothing had happened.

Your whole body was shaking now. You kissed him once more to stabilize yourself, because you would do something that you had never done, be with someone who was a dangerous area, who was a walking problem. If anyone found out, you'd be dead. It would always be the pogue's fault.

You put your hands on his shoulders and slowly pushed in. You were afraid of hurting. During the act, you slid your hands over each of his arms until you interlaced your fingers over Rafe's.

That must have been what it should be, just a one-night moment. But Rafe kept sneaking out of his house at night to have more of you and you of him every day. Putting your hands on his back and letting him guide being one of your favorite actions.

── I do everything for him, I always try to help him but he doesn't seem to notice! I know more shit about business than Sarah. ──His annoyed tone spoke as he looked at the ceiling and you listened making circles with your chest. ── But he always choose her first.

── I'm the one who would do everything to protect him, not her! ──He pointed at himself with his finger, you noticed how his eyes were created with rage. ──But he keeps choosing those Pogues over her own family ... no offense (M/r).

── Didn't take it personal. ──You pouted stretching your hand to his cheek to force him to see you, you approached to give him a kiss to which he responded by placing his hand on you. ── Deep down I think Ward cares about you just like I care about you.

── (M/r) ....

── I know, I know, I know we said no feelings but we've been doing this. ──You pointed to both naked-bodies with your hand. ──For a while, Barry doesn't know yet, but we can stay low-key for a bit.

── I'm not going to be your fucking perfect boyfriend. ──Rafe raised an eyebrow as if the idea disliked him.

── But you can be my terrible, terrible boyfriend.

Rafe kept silent appreciating every part that the soft tip of his fingers ran across your face. His wrist had a simple bracelet, but it must have cost him a lot of money. Rafe untied the string and sat down on the bed to start putting it on your wrist.

── I'm going to do my best, to protect you and love you.

── Sounds like we're getting married. ──You teased and he rolled his eyes before both ended up in each other's arms once more.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ACT THREE | BROTHER TALK.

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Even though you and Barry didn't live together, from time to time you leave your clothes and spend the night in his bunker having sibling time.

── I don't want to be an open mouth but my house smelled like sex. ──He said looking directly at the campfire, you let out a laugh entangling yourself in the blankets of the bunk. ──I would like to know his name, because my little brother is the only one who has a copy of the keys. Come on (M/r) bring it out.

You averted your gaze licking your lips.

── Do you remember your star client, maybe we get hook up a couple of times. ──You raised your shoulders. ──Many times perhaps.

── Fuck me, you and Country club? ──Barry ran a hand over his jaw in disbelief. ──You surpassed your limit (M/r), that boy is screwed and in a matter of time he is going to screw you too.

Barry got up and ran a hand through your hair dislodging it before getting on his bike.

── Put out the fire would you? and (M/r). ──Barry put on his helmet. ──You can count on me if he does something to you.

── Get out of here Barry! ──You said with a grateful smile, he left when starting the engine and you stared at Rafe's bracelet, it had a beautyful gold pendant.

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ACT FOUR | YOU'RE GONNA WISH YOU NEVER HAD MET ME.

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When you weren't delivering letters to the mailboxes, you were a waiter at the most popular club where the kooks used to go for drinks during the day after a golf-game. At night they wore nice suits and dresses for an event. You were good at what you did because you always came home with a good tip.

The order that you carried on your shoulder was 4 drinks, as soon as you approached the table you recognized that dark blonde hair.

── Hey, I didn't know you were coming. ──You said in a soft tone leaving the drinks on the table. Kelce and Topper looked at Rafe who just acted edge. ──I can give you a discount so ...--

── Take your fucking tip and get out of here man. ──Kelce pulled out a dollar and shoved it into your tablecloth pocket. You were speechless, watching for Rafe to say something but he didn't even make eye contact since you got to the table, he just drank from his whiskey.

── Enjoy your drinks gentlemen. ──You said for courtesy, but in pain.

Topper kept his gaze on you as you walked away, he patted his glass.

── Do you know him? Because he seemed like he did know you.

── He only sells me merchandise, nothing important. ──Rafe shrugged his shoulders arrogantly. ──I don't know who he thinks he is.

── He's got your damn bracelet man. ──Kelce whispered threateningly. ──He's a dirty Pogue, he must have stolen it when he sold you that shit. We must do something.

── No dude, I don't really want to make a scene.

── Come on Rafe, I have a perfect plan to get your bracelet back. ──Kelce smiled looking at Topper. ──Follow me.

── I like that idea. ──Topper replied patting Rafe on the shoulder for him to follow them. ── Let's go have a little fun my boy.

The event was almost over, you were alone in the locker room taking off your waiter's vest until the lights started flashing. You turned around and noticed Kelce on the side of the switch.

── Gentleman? Can I help you with something? ──You said hiding the fear in your voice.

── It seems that you have something that doesn't belong to people like you. ──He started to get closer, you turned to leave but Topper was already blocking that area. ──You sure stole it.

── I don't know what you're talking about Kelce.

── I didn't give you permission to say my name Pogue! ──Kelce pushed you against the lockers causing all of your tip to spread on the floor. ──Someone did well tonight, I wonder if you did some blo--....

You got up to stop Kelce from taking all your money but Topper stopped you by hitting his knee against your stomach, once on the ground he began to kick you without stopping, you covered your face where now your mouth was bleeding, Kelce did not take long to join until;

── Look what I found. ──Kelce smiled taking a golf club, the smile on Topper's face fade.

── Hey Rafe come here friend. ──Kelce passed the golf club to Rafe whom sideways you saw enter. ──Come on, do it man.

You could feel that doubt in his gaze but his hands clenched the grip of the stick with determination.

── Rafe ..? ──you whispered with pain throughout your abdomen.

He responded giving the first hit against your ribs, you squeezed your trembling eyes but the tears still managed to come out and run down your cheek. The second hit was against your knee and thigh. The last thing you remember was the pull on your wrist snatching the bracelet from you and the sound of the golf club hitting the ground.

You weren't sure why he did what he did. Maybe it was the fear of them knowing who you really were. You stayed on the ground breathing harshly as they left.

── I'm sorry (M/r), I'm really sorry. ──You felt a hand on your back. You couldn't move, the pain didn't even let you open your eyes.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ACT FIVE | EXILE

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Rafe regretted what he had done but his image was more important to his father and family, every time he touched a golf club that night was projected over and over again.

── Are you really not going to play? ──Topper asked raising the stick.

── I'm just not in the mood to do it. ──Rafe answered.

── RAFE CAMEROOOOON.

A scream was heard from afar followed by the engine of a motorcycle approaching at speed. Topper and Kelce backed away as Barry removed his helmet and approached in an intimidating manner.

── You can tell your dogs to call security, The issue here is only with you. ──Barry muttered. Kelce and Topper went straight to the security booth. ── This will be quick, I know what you did to my little brother contry club. He doesn't want to testify to the police for a reason that has your name on it. But you're going to pay, and I'm going to make sure of that.

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Part 2?

Yandere Stu n Bill with a killer! Reader —?

ONE, TWO,THREE NOT ONLY YOU AND ME ...

Oh dear, what a wonderful thing you are. Stu is hugging so hard, spinning you around and overall enjoying the news

Billy, more quiet than his companion and lover, took the news with more composure, but he was elated the same, and he told you so by making short compliments

They would accompany you to your murder spree whenever you went out, but after seeing your absolute brutal side, oh darling, you're going to become part of the team

It doesn't matter if you want or not, you will don the mask of ghost face, and please do kill Sidney with them, please darling

The two of them as yandere may balance each other out. Stu is more the adoring and worshipping type, while Billy is the possessive one.

You can reason with one of them at least, who in turn may reason with the other. Anyway, you will be granted a little bit of space. Just a little

Because they're packed with cash, you will be spoiled with the best weapons you may want: knives, guns, batons, bats. Ask and you shall receive

Please don't get hurt, cause you will have two lovers who will fret about and probably panic. One visibly,the other internally

You will have a strange way of giving gift to each other... Severed limbs, a heart, the eyes of someone who gazed at you far too long....

But, hey the night is young. Let's have some fun, shall we?

happy bday babygirl

1. Ride or Die

i’m a simple girl. i see a picture of norman reedus smoking or his hands and i pass out.