#fatalsmile

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The last thing Kennedy wanted to do was be at Julie’s. Actually, that wasn’t entirely true. He likes being at her place a lot of the time, they had spent countless hours on her couch, in her bedroom, at her table. Any other time, he loved being at her place. What he really hated was knowing that he was going there for his execution. He had never been a humble guy, not in the past and not now. His pride was something he clung to, dragged with him everywhere like a security blanket. Did he think he was the greatest man to ever exist? Maybe not, but other people didn’t need to know that. He already felt like she had kicked him in the stomach when she had started ignoring him, making him feel like the world’s biggest idiot. How was he supposed to know it would be such a big deal? Well, that was a lie. He was drunk and all he and the girl did was dance, but he knew it would bother her, just no how much. To be fair, he wasn’t even aware she cared as much as she seemed to now. They had never been a mushy couple, not really. He had attempted it at first, always knowing himself to be a lover boy, but she was slow to text back when they started seeing each other. He could admit he started out, maybe a little too much. Who could blame him, she was a knockout. He would praise her endlessly, tell her how hot she was when she would tell him she was busy tutoring, and had him hanging on her every word when she would tell him what she did when they were apart. He could tell something was off though, maybe it was his own insecurity, but she never really seemed as excited as he was when they would reconnect, when he was actually able to worship her body in person. He could admit he tried to neg her a little bit, maybe a lot. He found positive results when he was more nonchalant about his interest, letting her know he didn’t really care if she could meet up with him on the weekend or not. He had even stopped showing up with little treats when he knew she would be home. He was an asshole, he knew, but he was trying to avoid smothering her. Clearly, that went well. He had only asked the other girl to dance that night out of pure cowardice; he had watched her talk to guy after guy all night, not even bothering to introduce him to her friends. He felt like some little dog she just let entertain her in her free time. Sure, he could have gone over to her like an adult and let her know what he was feeling, or even taken the initiative and introduced himself to her friends, but he wouldn’t be Kennedy if he did. Now, he’s debating even knocking on her door, thinking maybe he really did just want to have it all end over text. At least if it hadn’t been in person he could pretend better that none of it bothered him. He was such a loser. He finally knocked, before he could turn back, though he still thought if he made a break for it, he could probably get back to his car before she answered, he had long legs.

[hilllbillies]

"think you're pullin' my leg. no way you really did that. nuh uh." / @fatalsmile

[v011d-aa]

@fatalsmile liked for a one-liner starter.

❛Damaged people are dangerous. They know how to make hell feel like home.❜

[maskedfrenzy]

❛ Historically, we as a group don't do well in courtrooms. ❜

AGATHA ALL ALONG SENTENCE STARTERS

Fidgeting with her mask, she stares quizzically in response. " I, well, yeah. Yeah I guess you're right about that but we haven't really been in many courtrooms. At least I haven't. " Pulling her knees up to her chest she rests her chin on them.

" When were you last in a courtroom? You've gotta tell me what happened now, or remind me if you already did tell me. " She mumbles the last part, so much happened it was hard to keep track of it all sometimes. Having developed more of a go with the ebb and flow Susie barely tried to hold onto every single memory especially if it involved their past lives before their little group formed.

[isolatednights]

continued from HERE ( @fatalsmile )

"what, not a fan of camping?" he notes, brow arching as if he's genuinely shocked by this news, when really its just his poor attempt at a joke. roughing it as long as they have has been more than enough to last a life time. glancing up from the sketches, the man manages a stretch before shaking his head. "nah, had some water a ways back. i can walk and eat later if need be. would rather touch this up a bit. let me know if we pass anything you think should be noted. figured if we're stuck here a while, it might not hurt to have a map, you know?"

[maskedfrenzy]

“ you see that? someone's watching us. ”

𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙽  𝙶𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙲

Biting her lip, she feels the spike of anxiety. A cool rush that contradictory chills her bones bur lights fires in her veins. Such feelings she's grown used to in the time they had spent together doing their misdeeds. The thrill and excitement that came with every moment, possibly being caught, every little eye on her and her group was a possible end to it all.

After a moments hesitation she shifts her stance, pulling her arm in close and holding it with her other palm. The knife hidden under her sleeve primed and ready. Perhaps it was the influence of another outside being that drove her to being so quick on the defensive. Ready to strike and take another's life, or perhaps it was the confidence that came with the promise they had made to her. Whether it was a dream or not, she had something to fight for, to kill for.

Having long since accepted her new life, she felt a ring of anger settle over the anxiety. Now she felt a stronger push, no longer for fear but of rage. Looking at them? Watching them? Who did they think they were? Clenching her jaw her blue eyes shot a glare at the location Julie pointed to, as cold as the ice that often sharpened itself to the deadliest of spears.

" What should we do? Should we do something? " Came her hushed reply, her breath uneven as she spoke.

[righteaous]

from: @fatalsmile — ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ / heath ( blood and darkness starters. )

heathen is standing there , covered in blood . he's doing his post murder ritual , which involves singing ‘ hot to go ’ by chappell roan . why .ᐣ because he loves that song , that's why . he's whistling it , doing the dance ﹠ everything .

“ dance with me —- c'mon , ” he says with a laugh . “ c'monnn —- h - o - t - t - o - g - o .ᐟ ” he insists , then grabs hold of her to move her arms along to the rhythm as the song plays on his phone . “ might as well enjoy it now 'cause guess who's helpin' me chop up the body ... mhm , that's right ... you are .ᐟ ”

[righteaous]

from: @fatalsmile — ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ / for cov ( blood and darkness starters. )

ㅤ it's pouring out . coven is covered in mud after slipping ﹠ falling while running from some crazy stranger chasing after them with a chainsaw . never thought there'd come a day where she'd be the victim , especially not alongside someone else , but they were not about to win the war with the guy — what were they supposed to do , turn around ﹠ take their chances with him .ᐣ no way .ᐟ she'd like for her head to stay on her shoulders , thanks . besides , they got the job done ; stole whatever they needed from the guy .

now , she's out of breath ﹠ hidden in someone's house with julie .

“ shhh . ᐟ ” she hushes julie , then clamps a hand over her mouth . it's a warning . she's shaking , scared of being caught . they did just run inside some random person's house to hide . it looks like no one's home , however , given the lack of lights on or cars in the driveway . “ we can't get caught ... but you're right , that could have gone better , ” she agrees in a whisper ﹠ nods her head .