tw may piss ppl offā¦ i hope a lot of ppl who were calling billie eilish a queer baiter after that mv are just a tad embarrassed LMFAOOO
yāall acted like she was supposed to be like āGUYS JUST A WARNING UHHH I THINK I MIGHT LIKE GIRLS SO IF YOU SEE ME FLIRTING WITH THEM THEN THATS WHY š ā chile yāall are entirely too concerned with what other ppl do
I donāt understand celebrities who are staying silent about genocide ? Being silent doesnāt automatically mean youāre supporting genocide, but it does mean that you are ignorant and privileged. Is their team slowly helping them curate a post to speak out? Because I understand not feeling confident enough or educated enough to talk about topics like this, but tweeting out a link to donations or something would even be huge with the kind of support and eyes they have on them.
Also a reminder that you can want to free Palestine and not be antisemitic at the same time!! This is not an excuse to say horrible nasty things about Jewish people!!!
You can be both not antisemetic AND want to free Palestine!!!!!!
^^^^^^ thissss because i keep seeing āi donāt want a jewish person or a palestinian to dieā as their way of explaining why theyāre neutral on the topic. there are jewish ppl all over the world, there are jewish palestinians š you donāt have to stand with ISRAEL to stand with jewish people. the conversation is extremely nuanced and tricky and there are definitely flaws on both sides but this is not just a war it is genocide, and itās obviously which side needs our support.
Summary: Two murders on the run in the 70ās fall in love.
Warnings: enemies to lovers, murder, death obvi, gore, smut, knife kink, blood kink, mentions of cannibalism, lots of angst,just a warning this is kind of heavy! So if you donāt feel comfy donāt read ā¤ļøāš„
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Y/n is sure that man is watching her every move. Either that, or itās her paranoia building up after being on the run for ten days.Ā
Ten whole days without a single cop glancing her way, after murdering two men at a bar she thought they would at least have a lead on her, but nothing. Nothing for a whole year. Since the news broke of several different men carelessly slashing women, Y/n has decided if men can kill women for no good reason, she can kill men for no reason. Itās better to have no men on the planet than only a few good ones.Ā
Her first was Tommy. Thirty two, blue eyes, brown hair, two hundred and three pounds, born January fourth nineteen forty two. He lives alone in a two bedroom apartment, his room filled with porno mags and disgusting memorabilia of past girls he obsessed over until his last moment.Ā
Y/n met him behind a bar just ten hours after the news about Lynda Ann Healy broke. Y/n was so disgusted and horrified that she fell into a spell once he tried pulling her back into his busted Red Ford pinto that she killed him right then and there, pulling the sharp buckle from her belt and stabbing him, walking all the way back home will bright crimson blood dripping from her face.
That night she discovered her new love. She had always adored taking care of herself, taking it slow and appreciating the simple things in life, like a hot bath or a new rose scented face cream- but nothing made her feel quite better than seeing her plump young skin masked in a coat of blood. She felt like she was reborn, branded into a new woman with a new fresh hungry need to kill.Ā
Since that night sheās been slashing into any man she can, the more bloody the better for her, bathing in the thick blood like it is a luxurious skin cream.Ā Now sheās up to fifteen bodies.Ā
āHave a problem?ā Y/n calls over, feeling the cool metal of her dagger press into the plump skin of her thigh to make sure it was still right where she wanted it. There was nothing she loved more than leading a man down onto his knees for his last sight to be her uncovering her sharp blade.Ā
The man is handsome, standing tall with a slim but sturdy build, Tattoos, silky hair piled on top of his head- he obviously hasnāt gotten a haircut in a few months, big green eyes, a mustache dusted above his lip, dressed in some button up shirt with all too tight pants.
Ā She can have a little fun with him before she kills him.Ā
āNot at all, sweet thing.ā He shoots her a wink before lighting a joint, taking a drag from it then passing it off to her. She pushes it back toward him but takes her place leaning next to him against his shiny blue car. āNo thanks.ā He lets out a tiny laugh, pulling it back to his mouth instead. āYour loss.ā He breathes out, smoke falling from his mouth.Ā
āI donāt smoke strangers' pot.ā Y/n says, glancing up at the man. He smiles, āThen let me introduce myself. Iām Harry. Now we know each other, babe.ā She rolls her eyes, stepping back. āI can already tell youāre an asshole.ā He tosses his arms out, ācāmon, I donāt bite.ā A large smile spreads on his lips, but she ignores it and walks back to the car.
Y/n isnāt quite sure why the manās stupid words bothered her so much, but she had a feeling about him and something was off. She walks a few feet back to her car before getting inside and starting it up. Shoving the key in and twisting it she realizes the old car finally bit the dust, merely taunting her with a cough but no roar to start.Ā
Her head turns at the noise, seeing Harry roll up next to her. āLooks like you need a ride.ā She rolls her eyes, grabbing her couple of bags and stuffing them in his car before flopping into his passenger seat. The car was stolen so she wouldnāt miss it.Ā
Whatās the worst that could happen? If he tried something she would just plunge her dagger straight into his heartā¦ but she would lose her cool if her favorite corduroy skirt happened to get blood splatter on it.Ā
āWhere are you going?ā He asks, glancing over her tight and reserved body language. āAnywhere.ā TheĀ
āSeriously, where are you going? I thought we were over that stranger danger shit.ā Y/ns rolls her eyes at the man, picking at her manicured nails to avoid his gaze. āIām just going.ā it's his turn to roll his eyes, scoffing at her. āSeriously,ā
āGet off my case, asshole. You need to take a chill pill.āĀ
āI need to chill?! You need to stop being so fucking up tight!ā The second he raises his voice at her she spreads her legs and pulls her dagger from the inside of her thigh, gripping it tight in her hand while he throws his up in surrender.``Hey, Hey, Heyā he rushes out, getting her to back off. āEither fuck off or ill slit your throat. Itās up to you Harry.ā She says with a sweet smile, her heart racing from the adrenaline pumping through her veins and the excitement of possibly getting a small taste of the pretty boy's blood.Ā
āJesus, sorry.ā She gives a tiny nod at his apology and backs down, but not before he starts chuckling. āBut you wouldnt of stabbed me.'' He raises her hand again, carelessly aiming to just teach him a lesson instead of actually killing him.Ā
āFuck!ā He shouts, blood pouring from his hand. āDont get it on my fucking skirt!ā she shouts back, groaning at a little drop of blood soaking into her skirt. Harry quickly pulls the silky wrap she had tied around her hair and wraps it around his hand to stop the bleeding.Ā
After their panic settled they both let out a shaky breath before Harry pulled her in, grabbing her knife and pressing his lips to hers. āThat was so fucking hot but if you ever do that again I will kill you.āĀ
The car is stopped in the middle of the road but that doesnāt stop them from tearing off each other's clothes. She yanks Harryās button up shirt open while he peels her panties down her legs. She takes her turn and unbuckles his belt, shoving her hand down his pants and pulling his cock out.Ā
Hushed words are exchanged as she slides his big cock deep inside of her pussy, licking the fresh blood that drips down his wrists as he thrusts in and out of her from under her.Ā
Harry holds her dagger against her neck, the sharp blade scraping against her delicate skin. She lets out a moan, her mouth and chin covered in his blood. He kisses her, his tongue slipping inside of her mouth to taste her.Ā
Ā āI canāt believe you stabbed me.ā He laughs on her lips, softly dragging the knife down her throat before pressing it between her breasts. He kisses her one last time before pulling away breathlessly, āif you ever try that again, I promise, I wonāt hesitate to kill you.ā He presses the tip of the dagger into her chest enough to draw a bit of blood then pulls it away.Ā
To be clear, Harry has never killed a woman. Really just killing random men, slitting their throats or strangling them when he notices they are following a young girl home, or slipping a pill in someoneās drink, only for good reason. Heās not a psychopath, heās only murdered 12 people!
āIām cumming, fuck.ā Y/n cums, letting out a moan and pulling herself away from the man.
After they dress themselves, Harry returns to driving, stepping on the gas and riding down the old country road. It was an absolute ghost town, corn fields, boarded up farm houses, and abandoned shops are the only things left in the old town. Y/n loved this. This was the kind of place she could stay in forever, a town where there are little people and no one cares to get to know the tiny population.Ā
She might consider settling down here, thereās only a gas station and a tiny grocery store, but even those are smaller than the average small town shops. This looked like a lowkey spot to hide out in, or maybe it is something straight out of a horror film- but so is she.Ā
āPull overā Y/n finally speaks up after about twenty minutes of driving in silence. There was a tiny yellow motel, paint chipping and graffiti covered all along the exterior. āWhat?ā Y/n rolls her eyes at his questioning she grabs the wheel from him and drives through the grass and into the parking lot of the rundown motel.Ā āWhat the fuck?!ā Harry yells, quickly putting the car in park. Y/n jumps out before she can hear any of his bitching and walks through the motel and into a check out counter.Ā
Behind the counter there is a man, a short but sturdy build man with clown makeup on. Any normal person passing through this town and stopping at the motel for a safe place to lay their head for a night would be startled to see such a man behind the counter but this comforted Y/n. If the tall man was anything like her, she knew there wasnāt a chance the cops could bust her here.Ā
āHowdyā¦ Gus. Iām going to need a room for tonight.ā She glances at the big wooden sign that reads āHOWDYā with a large cowboy hat burned into it. She isnāt sure where she is, but wherever she was she knew it was just a bunch of homicidal fucked up hicks.Ā
āSingle bed or two beds?ā The man grumbles, a low deep voice coming out of such a short man. āSingle bed.ā Harry comes behind her, scoffing. āIām going to need a room too.āĀ
āBad news, thereās only one room.āĀ
āHow many beds?ā Y/n shoots up, hoping she doesnāt have to deal with this man for god knows how long. Yeah, he was just inside of her thirty minutes ago, but that doesnāt mean she wants anything to do with him.Ā
āOnly one.ā Fucking classic.Ā
āWell you can just keep on steppinā.ā Harry shakes his head at her words. āNo way, not after you drug me with this hell hole.ā Y/n pulls a tight lipped smile, shoving her hand into her pocket aggressively and pulling out some bills and change to slam on the counter before snatching the key from Gusā hand and stomping off.Ā
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The door flies open while Y/n storms into it, almost hitting Harry with the heavy wooden door. When she takes a quick look-see around the room she is instantly disgusted with the orange shag carpet, the stiff avocado green bedspread and the brightly cartoonish art bolted to the wall. āWell isnāt this just fucking nifty.ā She lets out a huff then throws herself back on the bed.Ā
āYou act like Iām not bummed out about this too! But we both need a place to crash and it might as well be with each other since weāre in the same boat. So, if you could stop your whining Iām going to clean up my hand.āĀ
She looks away, rolling her eyes. āI wonāt hesitate to whip out my blade on you again.ā He tossed a hand out to her before locking himself in the bathroom.Ā
Y/n takes this time to unpack her bags, which is really just unzipping them and then tossing them onto the floor.Ā
Sheās not sure why she was drawn to this place, but she had a good feeling about it. Sometimes she regrets hurting all those men, having to live such a quiet life, always being on the move and never stable. But sheās hoping soon enough the investigation will be closed. They have been working to figure out who is behind this string of murders for far too long and she knows if she just sticks it out a little while longer they will give up. Sheās sad for the families grieving, but not sad that there is a couple less useless fucks in this already shitty world.Ā
Hopefully she and Harry will get along. They got off to a rough start, and are still in a rough stop, but she thinks with a little work they could be partners in crime- no that sheās planning on killing any men while sheās in hiding, but if need be.Ā
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āWhere did you run off to?āĀ
Y/nĀ pushes open the motel door, kicking it shut with her heel and pulling her glass bottle of big red up to her lips for a swig. She dumps the big paper bag onto the entertainment center of the motel room, tossing a bag of chips at the man, then pulling her carton of cigs out and lighting one up. āConvenience store.ā She mumbles through her exhale of smoke, flopping back on the squeaky bed where Harry sits up straight.Ā
āIf weāre going to be staying together we need to learn a little bit more about each other.ā Y/n rolls her eyes, taking another drag off of her Marlboro. āWhy are you suddenly Mister moral? Donāt you likeā¦kill people?ā Harry rolls his eyes, heās grown increasingly agitated with her and if she wasn't such a pretty girl maybe he would kill her.Ā
āYeah, bad people. But thatās irrelevant. I hardly know you.āĀ
āThat didnāt stop you from fucking me in your car twenty minutes after we met, even after I stabbed you.ā Harry stands up, shaking his head, leaning back and growing out of frustration. āYouāve got a smart fucking mouth.ā She gives him a breathy chuckle. āYeah?ā She slowly rises to her feet, ashing her cigarette on the shag carpet and taking another drag from it. āWhat are you going to do about it?ā He takes that as a challenge, grabbing her jaw with his bandaged band, four fingers on one side and his thumb on the other.Ā
They lock eye contact for a couple of beats before Harry pushes his lips onto her, pushing her down onto the bed and unbuckling his belt. It was already three in the morning, and they both know people are sleeping but no one staying in this hell hole is resting well. She slides down the silky sleep shorts she had slid on along with a tattered graphic tee before heading off to the store. Y/n keeps her eyes on his hands as he pulls his belt off and pushes his trousers down.Ā
Hushed words are exchanged and before either of them know it Harry is deep inside of her, lifting one leg to get deeper.Ā
Y/n smiles blissfully, reaching for her dagger she had tossed on the bed and sliding it against his hip bone, making sure not to nick his sensitive skin with her piercing sharp knife. Harry grabs it from her hand, trailing it up her hot body and slowly makes his way up to her neck. He traces the blade around her ear, taking his time before he slides it against the side of her neck, making sure to be soft with her. She annoys the fuck out of him, she has a smart mouth and was too reserved for someone so mouthy, but he cant help but kind of adore her.Ā
He quickly pulls out of her, cumming all over her pussy. āOh fuckā she whispers, flopping her head back and relaxing into the bed.Ā
Harry pushes her shirt up, kissing over her bare chest and trailing it down her stomach. She feels a fluttery feeling in her belly. Similar to how she feels after she comes home prior to slashing into a man, blood spraying all over her face. She gets to stand under the warm spray of her shower, watching the water go from crimson to clear and drain down, giving her skin a good scrub before sitting bare in front of her vanity and pampering herself with rich creams. She feels like she's being taken care of, such a light delicate feeling.Ā
Ā He sinks to his knees, spreading her legs wide and burying his face between them.Ā
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āRise ān shine.ā Harry sings, shaking Y/n awake.Ā
Y/n blinks her eyes open, groaning and getting in a good stretch so she's not so stiff. āWhat's on your face?ā Harry's hand comes up to wipe at his face, examining the splatter he wipes off. āOh, i'm not sure.ā he walks into the bathroom, quickly cleaning himself up before stepping back into her vision.Ā
āI've been thinking a lot this morning.āĀ
āItās seven in the morning, how much thinking can you do?ā Harry shrugs at her questions, pushing his frankly, fabulous hair back and starting to gather his things together to pack in his hefty leather bag. āLike I was saying, Iāve kind of been thinkingā¦ let's leave. Letās go find some other place to stay.āĀ
Y/n whips her head back to him whilst she strips naked and starts the water in the pink tiled bathroom. āWhat the fuck are you talking about? I thought we decided that this was the perfect place to hide out! Itās a fucking ghost town here.āĀ
Harry rocks back and forth then turns on his heel to start pacing back and forth in front of the messy bed from Y/n tossing and turning all night. āNot to get all weird but I can't talk to you when you're bare naked. it's tripping me out.ā She scoffs, āPrude.ā then steps into the shower.Ā
āIf you dont mind, make this shower lickety split. I'm itching to get out of this place!ā Y/n groans at his nagging, quickly rinsing the shampoo out of her hair and squirting a rather large pile of cream white conditioner into her palm and working it into her hair. āWhy are you so impatient? Why cant you take a fucking chill pill.ā
āThis place is just creeping me out, man. I gotta get out of here.ā She groans again, feeling the irritation bubble up and begin to boil over. āWe agreed that this is the perfect spot to stay. I'm already settled in. Why leave now?āĀ
āEnough with all the questions, please.āĀ
āWhy?!āĀ
āCause I fucking killed Gus! Okay?! Now please, can you speed this the fuck up so we can get into my goddamn car so we can find some other place to stay?!ā Y/n calming but quickly rinses her body off and steps out of the shower, drying herself off much too quickly, basically still dripping wet and she throws the towel into a tiny laundry basket. āWhat the fuck are you talking about?ā Harry throws both of his hands out.
Ā āAgain! Jesus christ can you just put something on?āĀ
āOh my god!ā She throws a shirt at him, sliding panties up her legs and quickly getting dressed, deciding to go simple with a pair of yellow corduroy flares and a black rolling stones tee shirt tucked into it. āI guess lets fucking go since you decided to murder someone.ā She grabs her back and Harry trails right behind her, walking down the long dark hallway. āWe're literally on the run to try to get out of murder charges and you decided to kill the dude behind the check-in counter. What the fuck was that for?ā Harry grumbles, obviously growing more and more agitated by her never ending questions and attitude. āI dont want to talk about it.āĀ
They hop in the car, and take off once again.Ā
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They've been driving for a while.Ā
If Y/n is honest, Sheās kind of bummed that they had to leave that motel. At first she was just worried that they would catch wind of another murder and have her and Harryās name tied to it, but thankfully their records are clean and Gus never took record of their stay. But now, she just misses it. It was a little spooky and there were other sketchy weirdos staying there but that comforted her more than anything.Ā
Y/n thinks she's feeling a touch homesick, after moving into her previous apartment she finally had a place of her own to call home with no roommate, it was all to herself. Having no sense of stability, only being on the road was kind of messing with her, but as much as she doesnt want to admit it to herself- and especially to him, having Harry as a partner in crime has been really great.Ā
āSo, do you think youll ever go back to wherever you ran from?ā Y/n shakes her head, her feet hung out of the window and a cigarette perched between her two fingers. āNope. kind of starting fresh. Finding a whole new job and shit, a new place to stay. Maybe Iāll be an avon lady.ā They both laugh at her joke. āMe too. Now that I've left there's no way I'm going back.āĀ
āCan I ask you a question and get an honest answer this time?ā Harry quickly glances at Y/n, āSure.ā There is a beat of silence before she speaks again. āWhy did you kill Gus? I can tell it wasnāt just because he pissed you off. We stayed up talking all last night and you dont kill unless you've got a good reason.āĀ
āSo you want the honest answer?āĀ
āYeahāĀ
āIt was because of you.āĀ
āMe?!ā Y/n shouts, she hardly spoke a word to Gus.Ā
āYeah, he was telling me how hot he thought you were and for some reason I just kind ofā¦ lashed out.āĀ
Y/n takes a moment to process it, ashing her cigarette and taking one last drag on it before putting it out in the car's ashtray. She clears her throat, āSo what, do you think i'm your girlfriend or something now?āĀ
āWell, if you want. I'm not uptight about shit like that or anything. We can just vibe it out.ā Y/n softly laughs. āOkay, lover boy.āĀ
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Y/n and Harry finally found a place to stay. Thankfully, Harry and Y/n both had good money saved up prior to them being on the run so they splurged at a nice hotel and decided to stay in the suite.Ā
This time, Y/n didn't throw a fit when she had to stay in the same room and same bed as Harry. She lets him be a gentleman and he carries her bag up to their room. This time, its going to be different. This time they are going to stay put,find a spot for them to settle down together- not just in a hotel room. Maybe they will put their lives of crime behind them and stick together as one happy couple.Ā
Maybe.Ā
Hiiiii!!!! If you liked this PLEASE reblog!! Iāll love you forever and I doubt a lot of people are going to read this due to sensitive subject matter but hoping this will hit my target audience š im really scared that this got boring towards the middle but it was inspired by house of 1000 corpses! hope you liked it !
aly? i'm - wow. :( haven't logged in in a couple days and i only log in when i'm feeling pretty upbeat. but now i'm gonna log off for a while again.
like i get it straight ppl might have it easier but man. this is hurtful. i really thought you loved us all. i get enough shit for being fat and balding and believe me, i wish i could find anything other than men attractive bc men suck and they don't think i'm pretty bc i'm not. but geez. another thing to feel like fucking shit about. not only do men not like me neither do you.
taylor swifts insta post is making my skin itch.......youre a massive fan of ice spice? pretending to be a girls girl except your cockroach boyfriend was just spewing racist shit about her you are such a loser
