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[plushbones]

Prom queen

A fanfic based on the song “Prom queen- Insane Clown Posse”

TW: kidnapping, stalking, manipulation, toxic behavior, obsessive behavior, unreliable narrator (check tags)

Posted on ao3 under: plushbones

Chapter 1 & 2

(First time writing & posting on here so give me some grace)

Chapter 1: Just us

I watch you walk to your locker, talking and laughing with your friends, like every morning.You notice the eyes on you as you walk down the hall, you ignore them at this point, used to the constant gaze. You probably would have noticed me if you didn’t tune that all out, but I don’t mind, I promise I really don’t, I like how you ignore the eyes. I just need to figure out how I can get you to pay attention to mine, start being thankful for mine.

Noticing your thin fingers wrap around your text book makes me ache, I picture how beautiful they’d feel on me, soft and faintly cold against the warmth of my chest, I take a deep breath shaking my head out from the thought of you under me, grabbing my books as-well. First period. My class with you, God you look so beautiful today, everyday , but you’re absolutely beaming this morning. Watching you so happy and giddy makes a soft smile flash on my lips, but then it fades. I wonder why, no, who made you so happy. I think I know who already of course, William.

He’s not in this class with us, thank God for that, but I saw him speaking to you. Before you even came into school today, I watched you park your car, grab your things getting ready to go into school, but someone stops you. It’s him. William. You call him Will, hearing his name on your tongue brings a sick feeling to my stomach, that should be me. I watch as he mumbles something to you. I couldn’t quite catch what it was, you smile, a beautiful smile, and you nod at him smiling, still gleaming up at his ugly fucking face.

⧖ ⧗

We don’t have second period together, that’s okay though, I know your schedule, I know your friends, I’ll be able to figure out what William said to you before next hour ends. And by then I’ll have already thought of thousands of ideas to make you give me a smile way brighter than you ever gave that idiot. I see your friend group as I walk into my classroom. I hate having to be near them, listening to their stupid superficial conversations almost makes me snap my pencil in half, then they mention you.

“Did you see her yet today” Your blonde friend spills out

“She’s been non stop talking about him”

I know who she’s talking about. She’s talking about William, but why, why can’t you just see how that meathead isn’t good for you.

“He finally asked her today you know” She continues

Asked what? My fist clenches so hard I can feel my picked at and bitten nails start to cut my palm

“What did she say” The one with the brown hair finally responds, she seems uninterested in your life, she’s a bad friend.

“What do you think she said, obviously she said yes, she’s been obsessed with Will for as long as I can remember, you should have seen how happy she was telling me” The blonde one drones on.

I let their conversation fade into the background. I know what to do now, I know how i can make you finally see me, I’ll take you to prom, and I’ll make it perfect.

I worked hard, all night i worked on the perfect plan. I bought flowers, your favorite color, they make your eyes pop so beautifully. I got your favorite candy too, I remember watching you eat them every day after lunch as a treat. This could be , no, it has to be perfect. You will be my prom queen, and tonight I’ll be your king, and it will be perfect. I put on my vest, the one my parents said makes me look so handsome, I comb my hair to the side, and I find my only dress shoes in the back corner of my closet. I stare into the mirror, I can do it, you’ll see me this time, you’ll know, you’ll feel it like I do.

I’m early, the only other cars in parking lot are the staff. My hands are shaking lightly, I can’t stop thinking about you, about what you’ll say. I know you’ll say yes, you’re a smart girl, you’ll see how much I can really value you. I spend about ten minutes just trying to calm my breaths as I wait to see your car pull in. And then I do, I see your car, I see your silhouette from behind the windshield, my hands start to shake again. I step out of my car slow, grabbing your flowers and candy, I make my way over to your car, I see you inside grabbing your things back faced towards me as I walk up. When you step out of the car you look up at me, I freeze for a second, but just a second, and then I speak

“Hey I- Hey listen, I don’t know if you have a date or not yet”

I lie

“But if you don’t I’d, I’d absolutely love to take you, it would really be… an honor. It’s just, I’ve seen you around a little before and, you are just, just very beautiful and, I’d love to take you to prom”

My eyes flash up to meet yours. They are looking around, trying to avoid my gaze, but your body betrays you, always pulling them right back into mine. They really are so lovely, I see the question, the confusion in your eyes.

I hold the flowers out to you, the candy too. I’m waiting for you to take them from me, maybe jump into my arms and let me finally smell your hair up close, but you don’t. You laugh, you laughed at me. Why? Why can’t you see how perfect I am, no, how perfect we are. It’s okay, the laugh, it hurt, yes it hurt, but I can forgive you. You’ll see how beautiful we really can be together, even if I have to force it a bit. I’ll make you feel it, and when I bring you home to meet my family, they’ll love you. They’ll be so proud of me. You’ll see, and then you can really, truly be happy. Soon you’ll be under me looking up at me smiling in a way that that fucking William asshole would never get the privilege of seeing, and it will be the most perfect thing I ever get to witness.

Chapter 2: Prom night

It’s tonight, God do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this. Not for prom, but for you, the perfect chance to take you, to keep you safe of course. Just to show you a safe place, where you can drop the mask. I can see it, deep down you want to be seen, to be held, taken, controlled, protected. It’s in your eyes, and you think no one else can see it, but I can, and that’s how I know it’s perfect.

I must have ironed my shirt 5 times, navy blue, my mom always said how good I looked in navy. My suit jacket fit slightly loose on my body, my dad was a much bigger man than me, but it’s the only suit I have and I need to look my best for you. My family would be so proud of me if they knew how close I was to making you mine.

I adjusted my sleeve and added my cufflinks, my fingers graze my wrist, the scar my father left from when he broke it last year. I put my suit jacket on top and look at myself in the mirror.I can see my father in my eyes, I hate it. I try to push those thoughts away, I think about how different it will be when you are finally here. How the room will light up, how I’ll be able to smell you, up close. I can’t wait to have that scent fill my nostrils. I went out and bought the soap you use, shampoo too, and your perfume, though I think I’ll need more of that, I’ve almost sprayed the whole bottle since I’ve gotten it last month, I can’t sleep without it anymore, and I can’t wait to have the real thing. I smile thinking about you, about how soon you’ll be down here with me, seeing all the effort I put in for you, and you’ll notice, finally. I take one last glance around the basement one last time before I head out to pick you up. The lights I strung up will make your eyes glow, I can picture the soft halo around your hair the lights will make. I close my eyes and picture you here with me gawking at the streamers and balloons I hung up, clinging to me tightly, you’ll be thankful. I know you’ll need time at first, but I really can’t wait for you to be mine, fully.

I see your car, you’re parked behind the gym doors, you came to prom hours early to help set up. I watch you go from your car back into the building carrying decorations and folding tables. You’re so helpful, one of the many things I absolutely adore about you. You’re not ready for prom yet fully, your makeup is done, not heavy, you look beautiful, natural, fully you. The clothes you have on are loose, baggy, you must be waiting to put your dress on until tonight, that’s okay, I have a beautiful dress picked out for you, the color is beautiful, it will look amazing on you I already know, I can’t wait to see it.

Searching through my duffle bag I grabbed what I needed. Holding a cloth and a bottle, my hands tremble. I really wish I didn’t have to do this, didn’t have to scare you like this, but I asked you and you said no. I needed you to see how perfect we really can will be, and this is the only way to show you. But I know you’ll be thankful, you might be nervous at first but you’ll see, and then finally I can hold you, and touch you, taste you. God I can’t wait for that moment.

Everyone else has left, maybe you had something extra to finish setting up? or maybe you knew, maybe it was fate. Either way, I’m thankful, so thankful. I slowly step behind your car, you won’t be able to see me when you walk to it, not until it’s too late. You walk out of the building, God you really glow, you approach the car, you still can’t see me, you really do need me to protect you, so unaware of your surroundings. I jump out in front of you and grab your wrist, not hard enough to hurt, because I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to keep you in place. I watch as your chest rises, I can see you’re about to scream, before you can my hand shoots up to cover your mouth, but not just my hand, the cloth. The cloth I doused in the stuff I had in that bottle. Your eyes shoot open, they look so pretty, all wide eyed for me. It only takes a minute for you to fall limp into my arms. You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, so vulnerable, so completely mine.

When I get you back to my basement you’re still passed out, you look so peaceful, it’s so captivating, I stand there for God knows how long until I notice you start to stir. I instantly start to shake again, you make me so nervous, it’s cute really. I watch as your eyes bink open slowly, the stunning color of your eyes peeking through, my new favorite color.

You scream, you cry even. It’s okay, I knew this could happen, you are confused, you don’t understand how important this is, how adorable and sweet this moment is, I saved you. William is a moronic asshole, and your friends, they don’t care, not like I do. I watch you as you cry and scream, it hurts my heart, it does, but I let you tire yourself out.

[handsofred]

For the pinned prompts: 33, Peter/Chris?

Prompt 33 : Guilty as Sin? by Taylor Swift.

Petopher.

Even as a teenager, Chris used to stroke his thumb across the cursive name that sat upon the top of his thigh, the dark black swirl of lines fading in to red at the end of the name. It had given him hope that he had someone out there that was meant for him. Someone out there who would be a perfect match to him and would have Chris's own name somewhere on their body.

But he had kept it a secret.

No one knew, not his father, not his mother, not anyone.

It had appeared on his sixteenth birthday, just like everyone else but he had lied to his father, to his family and told them that no name had appeared on his skin. He had been alone the moment his skin had started to tingle, the tell-tell sign that a name was starting to appear on a person's skin. Later that night, he rested his hand against it, the skin warm to the touch and wondered why he had lied to his family, that he hadn't even thought of telling them the truth.

it was a feeling he had gotten in his gut, the moment he saw the name Peter ripple in to existence on him. It wasn't the fact that it was a male's name, nor was the fact that it was two toned, something he had never seen or heard off before, but there was just something about the sweep of it that told him to keep it a secret, to keep it buried beneath his clothing.

His secret, his guilt.

But he didn't stop looking, any time he came across someone named Peter, he would chat with them, smile and laugh before the conversation would turn to soulmates and they would flash their names, normally written across a wrist or upper body and his hopes would be extinguished like a flame.

And then his sister attacked the Hales.

He was in his late twenties, Kate five years younger than him and closer to their father than he was. They were like peas in a pod and while he didn't hate their closeness, he actually preferred to be closer to his mother than to his father. He had never been anything but a disappointment to him for some reason whereas Kate was the apple of his eye. But he knew that they hunted and attacked packs for no reason sometimes, that they hurt those who were innocent and Chris tried his best, he really did. He tried to gather any information he could and warn the packs they were after, hoping that he could protect at least some of them.

But The Hale's burned.

And he screamed with them.

It was his mother who had found him, drenched from cold water and in the shower as he sobbed, his thigh was a mess of burns crossing across the name on his thigh, the name lighter in colour and she understood instantly. Together they had managed to get him dried and dressed in fresh clothes, his own bags packed and in to her car. She gave him bags of food and drink and pressed an envelope full of money in to his hand with the keys once she had driven him a town over and she had gotten another car out of a storage unit there.

A getaway from your father.

That was the words she told him as she hugged him tightly and told him the name Peter Hale, that his father and sister had gone after The Hale pack, that Kate liked to burn families alive if she could. It made sense seeing the two tone of his soul mark, it meant that they were a wolf, one destined to be an alpha and that the fact that it was burning on the same night they had gone after The Hale's meant that the Peter on his thigh was the Peter to Talia Hale, the Beacon Hill's pack.

She told him to flee, to get away from his father's grasp on the family. Pressed her own getaway in to his hands before she kissed his cheek and offered a watery smile. He watched as she climbed back in to her car and drove off for home again.

He knew that the wouldn't see her again, that she had given up her own means of escape for him as he stood there in the dim light of the unit, his thigh still smouldering with heat and pain before he climbed in to the car and headed for the road.

He was heading to Beacon Hill's.

He knew that there was a chance that Peter would die, that he wouldn't survive whatever his father and sister laid on their doorstep, but he hoped to whatever god was out there, that he would have a chance.

That he would get the chance to meet the one he was destined for, the one who had filled his heart with hope of a better life.

Yes he was an Argent, but he was an Argent with a werewolf as a soulmate, it didn't matter to him that it would blacken his name because he could already imagine his name being changed to Hale, of belonging to The Hale's, of being known as Peter Hale's other half, his husband, his soulmate.

He just had to get there.

The throbbing of his thigh was a comfort more than a pain, it told him that Peter was still alive, that there was hope there, no matter how long it took.

They would survive.

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[billiebustup-confessions]

Confession #181

[ID: A cropped screenshot of a Tumblr ask, saying, “last year I would play fantoccios boss fight song over and over while playing slime rancher now every time I hear it I think of slime rancher”. End of ID.]

[whiskeyprompts]

╭ ✧ BORN TO DIE

lyrics from the 2012 lana del rey album. contains cussing & some mature themes. edit wording as need be <3

BORN TO DIE

oh, my heart, it breaks every step that i take

can you make it feel like home if i tell you you’re mine?

sometimes love is not enough

the road is long, we carry on, try to have fun in the meantime

tried to take what i could get, scared that i couldn’t find all the answers i need

‘cause you and i, we were born to die

OFF TO THE RACES

but i can’t deny the way he holds my hand, and he grabs me, he has me by my heart

he loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart

i need you to come here and save me

and he shows me, he knows me, every inch of my tar black soul

he doesn’t mind i have a flat, broke-down life

i’m not afraid to say that i’d die without him. who else is gonna put up with me this way?

i need you, i breathe you, i’d never leave you

i love you forever, not maybe, you are my one true love

BLUE JEANS

but you fit me better than my favorite sweater

and i know that love is mean, and love hurts

i still remember that day we met in december

i will love you ‘till the end of time

baby, can you see through the tears?

love you more than those bitches before

when you walked out that door, a piece of me died

i just want it like before, we were dancing all night

VIDEO GAMES

i’m in his favorite sundress, watching me get undressed

it’s you, it’s all for you, everything i do

heaven is a place on earth with you

only worth living if somebody is loving you

singin’ in the old bars, swinging with the old stars

kissin’ in the blue dark, playing pool and wild darts

he holds me in his big arms, drunk and i am seeing stars

DIET MOUNTAIN DEW

do you think we’ll be in love forever?

take another drag, turn me to ashes

ready for another lie?

let’s take jesus off the dashboard, got enough on his mind

we both know what we’re here for

saved too many times

you’re no good for me, but baby, i want you

NATIONAL ANTHEM

reckless abandon

wind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck

summer’s in the air, and baby, heaven’s in your eyes

you can’t keep your hands off me or your pants on

it’s a love story for the new age

we’re on a quick, sick rampage

excessive buying, overdose and dying

blurring the lines between real and fake

money is the anthem of success

DARK PARADISE

all my friends tell me i should move on

loving you forever can’t be wrong

even though you’re not here, won’t move on

there’s no remedy for memory

your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine, but i wish i was dead

every time i close my eyes, it’s like a dark paradise

no one compares to you

i’m scared that you won’t be waiting on the other side

when you find true love, it lives on

there’s no you, except in my dreams tonight

i don’t wanna wake up from this tonight

there’s no relief, i see you in my sleep

i feel you in my dreams, telling me i’m fine

RADIO (CINNAMON)

their heavy words can’t bring me down

i’ve been raised from the dead

no one even knows how hard life was

i don’t even think about it now because i finally found you

i swore i’d chase ‘em until i was dead

CARMEN

doesn’t have a problem lying to herself ‘cause her liquor’s top shelf

fooling everyone, telling them she’s having fun

you don’t wanna be like me, don’t wanna see all the things i’ve seen, i’m dying

you don’t wanna be like me, lookin’ for fun, gettin’ high for free, i’m dying

she gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes

baby’s all dressed up with nowhere to go

relying on the kindness of strangers

MILLION DOLLAR MAN

holding me tight in our final hour

someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you

how did you get that way?

you’re screwed up and brilliant

to like you or love you

i’d follow you down

SUMMERTIME SADNESS

kiss me hard before you go

i just wanted you to know that baby, you’re the best

dancin’ in the dark, in the pale moonlight

oh, my god, i feel it in the air

honey, i’m on fire, i feel it everywhere

nothing scares me anymore

i’m feeling electric to ight

got my bad baby by my heavenly side

i know if i go, i’ll die happy tonight

think i’ll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky

later’s better than never

THIS IS WHAT MAKES US GIRLS

remember how we used to party up all night?

we all look for heaven, and we put love first

something that we’d die for, it’s a curse

don’t cry about it, don’t cry about it

this is what makes us girls

don’t cry about him, don’t cry about him

and that’s where the beginning of the end begun

crying ‘cause i know i’m never coming back

[ae-needs-a-break]

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vvvvv storyline explained

If you have any questions, I am willing to explain.

Storyline: Most of it's referenced in the story at the moment, some will be talked about later. The Stars were a group of teenagers who knew about a group of people that were hunting down witches to hunt and kill them. In this group are Warner, Field, Van, and Summer. Summer's father was the headmaster of the school and was physically and verbally abusive using her only for her power. After time in this group, Summer and Warner got closer and became romantically involved with each other. (you can visit my Tumblr for little notes about their relationship)

When they were eighteen, Summer got pregnant was disowned by her father; so she and The Stars moved into an apartment together and lived together for two months before the AWC broke in. Starting fires and killing Warner, Summer and Field escaping unharmed, and Van being basically braindead.

She had her son, Philip and when he was five, Field went on a mission and went missing. Four years later, Philip died due to Pneumonia which lead to Summer going to Paradise Hill to escape everything. At the beginning and the end; Field and Summer are meeting up after the death of her father. This has happened in the series but hasn't been mentioned yet. (you'll have to wait) (wink)

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[talesofladeda]

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