So, today is friday the 13th which is also a horror/thriller movie (im sure we all know) but you know what else has horror and serial killers? Your Will is Not Your Own by @kit-kat-katie
And in honor of the special date and as well as the fantastic story they created, I have drawn two (2) screencaps (originally supposed to be 3-4 but due to time and my own health its 2) of my favorite scenes from ywinyo!!
- you know where you wanna go?
- I'm still thinking.
Car scene during the end of the sequel fic with Eddison!! no clothes were described so I personally took it upon myself to dress my reader in Casey Becker's iconic outfit, and Eddie in Michael "Mickey" Altieri's ghostface outfit (different one apparently but thought it looked cool so here we are)
The thumbnail art of a few of the scenes i loved (more specifically from the epilogue fic following ywinyo, going from left to right and up to down
1 and 3 are both scenes where the reader dances to the power of love featured in back to the future
4 and 5 is the scene with the house fire, i was planning on creating a little shot through the window scene with the three but cut due to other reasons
6-9 is the scenes where the trio are plotting for their next visit somewhere
unfortunately I didn't have enough time to draw the trio/volt in a screencap together, though perhaps tomorrow? (maybe idk im genuinely so tired)
blood + gun tw in the next image!
- I could use a little bit of excitement... thirty seconds sounds fair, right?
I absolutely adored this scene with Kopi and the reader, the voice box, the revolver being used to scratch their head ALSO the Patrick Bateman costume!!! i didn't get to do the pattern for the tie since its a little um. yeah.
i did NOT realise i didnt read we will never ever part and the addition to ch14 of ywinyo and now ur feeding us more?? lemme breathee!! /pos
series masterlist <3
damn y'all are SPOILED /j
I actually have SUCH an unhealthy obsession with ywinyo/murdertrio/ghostface! au that I have to keep yapping about them to maintain my sanity LMAOOOOO so if you want more of them, you're in luck!
more good stuff is cooking in my brain, trust! I just have to survive midterm week ;-; and then we'll be off to the races!
ywinyo one-shot where the boys are chasing down the reader predator/prey style as they call them using the Ghostface voice changer WOAHHHHH WHO WROTE THAT 0_0
cws: vampire stuff & fem! reader in first snippet, ghostface au! and stalking in second snippet, medical stuff in third snippet, and they're all screenshots of first drafts so if you see bad grammar... no u don't? LMAO
hello me again, i know its been a while since ywinyo finished but both of us know we arent over it yet (im looking at you kat, ik ur cooking over there but i dont know what just yet)
AND THIS IS GONNA SOUND REALLY OUT OF LEFT FIELD BUT what is your presonal favorite scene from ywinyo, like a scene that has just stuck with you this whole time (hard to choose i know) :3
"kat ik ur cooking over there-" GET OUT OF MY GOOGLE DOCS /j
I kid, I kid, i teased y'all with some crumbs from this ywinyo-adjacent fic and now I have a bunch of people to yap about ywinyo with ehehehehe 🤭❤️
oooooo this is such a good question! My favorite scene, by far, is the scene where the reader realizes and accepts their intrusive thoughts before they push that guy off of the porch is one of my favorites. 😌 It's like I ripped that whole party scene from my brain and it makes me so happy that I actually managed to put all of my thoughts to paper so you're really with the reader at the moment.
thank you for the ask, anon!!! 💙 look forward to some more ywinyo stuff.... soon! ;)
Oh my god. Oh my god YWINYO epilogue just dropped. Brb going feral.
Anyway hi! I'm the anon that gushed at you about how much I adore your writing. I'm back to gush about this fic in particular because it makes me insane :)
Just. Ohhh it's so so good. Funnily enough I'm not normally one for any of the tropes here (murder/gore/toxic ships) but your writing just gripped me and pulled me in dear god. I absolutely adore this fic.
I love the progression of it? Is that strange to say? Just the way that it descends into madness and chaos and murder is so well written and you did such a fantastic job with it.. like it feels so believable, it doesn't just feel like "characters kill because they're weird and they like it" I found myself getting so emotionally invested in the why and the how. I'm not sure how to better articulate this but I just adore the character development for all three of the main characters.
This fic is so near to my heart in a strange way because I was bullied throughout middle/high school, and. Well obviously I turned out better adjusted than livewire in the fic but that's why it's so morbidly fascinating, in a way? Something something dark reflections of my own reality.. anyway I could yap for longer but I fear this is an incoherent ramble as it is. Just know that it hits a strangely personal note for me and it got me so invested as a result.
Standing here with a shirt that reads 'please talk to me about YWINYO.' I'm so normal about your fic I promise (I absolutely adore it thank you so so much for writing it it's brilliant and has been living in my head rent free).
Hope you're having a good day/night!
ywinyo epilogue... ehehehehe stay tuned, my friend, stay tuned. 😉 I am scheming, I have PLANS!!! (part 1 of those plans drops tonight, part 2 is in the works!)
ywinyo also drives me INSANE! it's such a lightning-in-a-bottle idea that works perfectly. The brain rot is mutual, I assure you 😌
thank you! I feel like I see those tropes commonly in fics, but I never seem them in a way that appeals to me personally (like I like gore but it's either too much or too little, y'know?) so ywinyo was a playground for me to explore some more nuanced, morally dubious behavior from these three <33
okay, I have to admit that the reader's fall into madness and chaos is very inspired by Jack Torrance from the *book* The Shining. (If you've never read the book or if you've only watched the movie, it's very much so worth your time! :] ) you're rooting for Jack to get better throughout the story, and he does get better before he falls into utter madness and delusions, which makes it hurt that much more. I wanted the same sort of story for our protagonist - you're rooting for them at the beginning, to escape their treacherous hometown and to end up with Eddie & Volt, but then they're tipped over the edge, and they crash and burn hard. Speaking of my boys, it's hard to say exactly what's up with them, and to be honest, that's the fun of the narrative. Do you allow the reader's rose-colored perception of them to sway you, or do you pull the curtain back and see the atrocities they've committed? If I had to put it in words, I'd say that they're a nuanced take on the yandere trope - there is that obsession and idols worship of live wire, but they still have their sensibilities about them. Tethered to the real world, but also tethered to each other and the reader. (ack this was such a side tangent but I appreciate people yapping to me about the characterization! and thank you again for the praise <3)
the reader really is a strange, twisted version of ourselves, if we acted upon every single dark thought that entered our heads. I really did want the reader to feel familiar yet foreign, like they were us but also not us, if that makes sense? but I'm glad you enjoyed my slight characterization of the reader. 💕 I definitely relate to the reader when it comes to the struggle of having intrusive thoughts, and that's why some of them are so silly and over-the-top, as a mockery of the thoughts that lingers in my own head.
hey, if you're making ywinyo t-shirts, you HAVE to make matching t-shirts for me, @zaaaras, and @silentmusiic!!! we're all (including you, anon!) the top fans of ywinyo and I KNOW we'd rock those t-shirts fr fr 😌 and you're so welcome! this fic has been rotting my brain for such a long time, so I'm glad someone else enjoys my insanity <333
thank you for the ask, my dear anon, and I hope you're doing well too!
ywinyo ch. 11 - devil in disguise, you know how this works (in your fantasy)
a/n: last chapter of ywinyo for the week! it's a wild one, so hold on tight!
relationship: ???! eddie x ???! volt x ???! gender-neutral! reader (romantic)
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cws: gore, murdering, dismembering a body, blood, murder, bullying mention, knives, saws, and guns are mentioned
summary: the art of dismembering a body. the truth of it all. throw in some bad timing for you & others. - 3.9k words! [read on ao3!]
You lurk outside of a random house in an unfamiliar neighborhood.
There’s a woman inside of the house who, stupidly enough, has all of her curtains opened at one in the morning.
Clearly someone isn’t very educated on horror movies or serial killers.
You stalk your prey, waiting and watching, until she yawns and goes to lock the house up. The woman forgets the back door - a rookie mistake - and you’re quick to seize the opportunity.
It’s far too easy to slip inside, and your footsteps are featherlight as you watch her rub the sleep out of her eyes. She places her hands on her back and stretches for a bit as you make your way through the kitchen.
The largest knife in the knife block is tempting you, so you grab your weapon of choice and hide it behind your back as you sneak up on this poor woman.
She never sees it coming as you stab her right through the back. It’s a delightful sight to see the knife stick out of her chest, and you love how she’s never able to get out a singular scream.
The woman drops to the floor once your knife exits her body, but you’re not done with her yet.
Bodies always look better mangled and bloody, after all.
She’s very dead by the time you’re done stabbing her. You lost track after thirty, but by the blood covering the cabinets, ceiling, and floor, you’re guessing that the actual number is close to fifty.
~
It feels weird to disclose these fantasies with Eddie and Volt as you’re trying to rip the limbs from someone’s corpse. Not wrong, just… weird.
You’re used to shooing your thoughts away with more pleasant ones, or running into one of your partners’ arms when a thought becomes too violent for your tastes.
It's jarring to have Volt look into your eyes with intrigue and ask you for more of your thoughts.
“Volt, you don't want to know-”
“-there's nothing I would like to know more, spark,” Volt gently cups your face with his hands before he smirks, “unless you have other thoughts that you're willing to share?”
“Oh, you want to know about those ones?” You play coy before chewing on your bottom lip. “What exactly do you want to know?”
Volt’s face is painted with the softest shade of pink.
“I think you’re quite aware of the topic I’m referring to.”
“Sex?”
Eddie loudly coughs as a fierce red blush races across his cheeks.
“Live wire.”
“What?” You giggle when you realize that Eddie can’t meet your eyes.
“Do you want to help or not?”
“I am helping!” You vaguely gesture to the bloodied handsaw that you’re holding onto.
“You’re distracting me.”
“Am I?” A teasing smile graces your lips. “Hadn’t noticed.”
“You’re insufferable.” Eddie rolls his eyes before he kisses the back of your neck.
“You love it.”
“We do, my dear.” Volt chimes in before squeezing your face with his hands. “Now, as much as I would love to continue this conversation, I think we have more pressing matters to attend to.”
Volt lets go of your face so the three of you can stare down at the partially dismembered body that sits in the middle of the woods. Their head was easily separated from their body with no more than a few cuts from a butcher’s knife.
Heads will roll, and that one rolled really far.
The limbs were a bit trickier - muscles are hard to cut through, after all. Your jagged cuts are rather unimpressive compared to the clean lines that Eddie and Volt produce.
Still, they’re willing to teach you the tricks of the trade. Even though they can be a bit… hands-on at times.
Eddie’s arm is looped around your waist as he points out the next spot for you to cut. His hand lands on top of yours as you set the saw right above their knee.
“Watch the arteries, dearest. I’d hate for you to ruin the rest of your clothes.”
“I don’t think I can wash the blood out of my shirt, Volt,” You look down at your blood-stained apparel, “but I appreciate the concern.”
You’re caked in the stuff from head to toe. You didn’t know that humans could bleed this much, but you’re pleased with the discovery.
It’s perfect. This is perfect. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted.
…But something is eating at you, isn’t it? The thought of them not including you in their deadly schemes is tearing you apart. Do they only view you as weak and vulnerable?
“Can I ask you something?”
Eddie rests his head on your shoulder as you begin to cut into this person’s flesh.
“Shoot.”
“When did you and Volt start killing people?”
You feel Eddie’s breathing stutter, but his hand continues to help you through the sawing motions. You find Volt’s eyes, only to see worry pooled in them.
“Darling, don’t you think this is a discussion better tabled for-”
“Volt.”
“Eddie.”
“They deserve to know.”
You suddenly feel invisible as you’re in the middle of a stare down between Eddie and Volt. Your stomach twists when you realize that this line of questioning will only start an argument.
But why? Wouldn’t they be on the same page after killing twenty-two teenagers?
“No, I’m sorry. It was stupid. If you think it’s better than I don’t know, then I trust your judgement,” You let Eddie guide your hand as you continue to slice through flesh, bone, and muscle, “I’d probably just mess everything up.”
“No,” Eddie’s grip on you tightens as the lower portion of the leg is finally separated from the rest of the body, “it’s… complicated.”
“Spark, we were much more… reckless during those times.” Volt’s expression sours as he speaks.
“Do you not trust me?”
“Of course we do,” Volt ushers your hand away from the saw before pulling you into his arms, “there’s no one we trust more. I wouldn’t want to bore you with all of the details, live wire.”
“I don’t think it’s fair that I have to reveal all of my secrets yet you get to keep yours.”
An accusatory finger pokes Volt’s chest, and he chuckles in response.
“You make a very convincing argument.” Volt plays with a strand of your hair. “Now, where to begin?”
~
A night drive to clear their thoughts, where discussions took a turn for the deadly.
A shotgun in the backseat of the car - placed purposefully or accidentally in the wrong place at the right time?
“We can’t do this, Volt.” Eddie turns down a familiar street, but it’s not to pick you up or take you home.
“Why not?” Volt asks.
“Why not? What if we get caught? Shit, Volt, what if this comes back on live wire?”
“It won’t. We’ll be careful.” Volt sounds distant, and he certainly looks the part with glazed-over eyes. “Turn here.”
“Here? You want to start with him?” Eddie sighs before following Volt’s instructions.
“Don’t you want to know Teddy’s part in all of this?”
“You think he planned this?”
“Is there evidence to point to the contrary?”
Silence.
“...We should’ve been there, Volt. If I hadn’t-”
“Eddie.” Volt grabs Eddie’s wrist as he shifts the car into park. “You didn’t know. We didn’t know.”
“I’ve never shot anything besides a fucking deer.” Eddie confesses as he glances at the shotgun in the backseat.
“Then pretend you’re shooting a deer, darling, or whatever other animal you please.”
“This is going to end badly,” Eddie takes a deep breath before he glances over at Volt, “you need some sort of weapon.”
“Don’t worry about me, dearest,” Volt says as he pulls a pair of black gloves over his hands, “I’ve got something different in mind for Teddy.”
~
Two.
It was supposed to be two. No more, no less.
Teddy’s sister ended up orchestrating the whole ordeal on prom night, so it wasn’t a waste to take care of both of them in one go.
But it didn’t scare people away from you.
Everyone in the school was given a week off to mourn their fellow classmates, but it wasn’t the hot topic when you came back to school on Monday.
Your peers - all of them - were snickering at you as you walked past them. Casual insults were hurled at you like it was nothing because it was nothing to them.
It was everything to you, though. After another phone was shoved in your face, showing you a night that you’d rather forget, you ran to the nearest bathroom and hid in there for hours.
Eddie and Volt were confused on why they were dragged out of their classes until a guidance counselor took them to a bathroom stall.
“I don’t care if you have to take the stall door off,” They grumbled before pinching their nose, “get them out before this ends up on the news.”
The counselor swiftly left the bathroom as Eddie and Volt glanced at each other.
“I don’t know why our presence is required, darling.” Volt leaned against the wall as Eddie shrugged his shoulders.
“What are we supposed to do, lure them out like a wild animal?”
Click!
Right after Eddie spoke, the latch on the stall was undone, revealing a dishelved, snotty, teary-eyed version of you.
They didn’t know it was you.
You’re in Volt’s arms before you have a moment to think. Your face is smushed against his chest as his thumb runs up and down your spine.
“I’m not going to have a normal life, am I?” Your voice is muffled, but they both heard you just fine. “No matter where I go, I’m always going to get made fun of. These people don’t ever get punished for the shit that they do… it’s so unfair!”
Eddie laid a hand on your lower back as your tears spilled onto Volt’s shirt. The pair shared a pained yet understanding look.
A look that said ‘this can’t end until a fucking message is sent’.
~
Thirteen isn’t the prettiest number, but it’s the number that finally gets people to stop taunting you in the hallways. When people around you start to disappear, others tend to leave you alone.
Unfortunately, this has also placed you right in the middle of a police investigation. Every time a new body shows up, you’re dragged out of Eddie’s house in order to answer questions on your whereabouts the night before.
And every time, you try to explain to them that you don’t know where these people live or how they died. Hell, you don’t even have your own car!
Eddie and Volt can’t let that stand - not when a particularly brutal interrogation made you so upset that you locked yourself in your room for the rest of the day.
So, the next time you were dragged down to the police station, your boys took matters into their own hands. They left a little gift on the steps of your school, which quickly took your name off of the suspect list.
But it wasn’t all about revenge.
Something within them had been rewired - or had it always lay dormant in them, ready to be awakened at the right time?
It wasn’t enough to get people to stop; no, they had to wipe every single person who made you miserable off of the face of the planet.
To Eddie and Volt’s credit, they got close to their goal.
Twenty-two bodies was impressive for two teenagers who knew basically nothing about murder beforehand.
So what ended it all?
~
“Volt?”
Your soft, sleepy voice broke both of your boys out of their murderous haze.
You weren’t supposed to be awake. Not at this ungodly hour.
But here you were, stumbling down Eddie’s front porch while you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.
Eddie frantically tried to shove the severed limbs into the trunk of his car, and he quickly shut it before you realized what was going on.
“My sweet spark, what keeps you up at such a late hour?” Volt distracted you with his charms, and you seemed to fall hook, line, and sinker for it.
“I missed you. I wanted to sleep next to you and Eddie, but you two weren’t in bed.”
“Aww, how adorable,” He cooed at you as Eddie realized that a hand was sticking out from the trunk, “we missed you too. How about we go inside so you don’t freeze?”
Eddie cursed under his breath before fidgeting with the hand and his trunk lid. Luckily, he managed to close the trunk fully before you looked at him.
“Eddie?”
Your hand was frozen in mid-air, free for the taking, and Eddie found himself drawn into you once more as he took your hand in his.
“Let’s go inside. I’m not taking care of you if you get sick.”
“You wouldn’t?”
The sadness in your eyes made both of them want to immediately beg for your forgiveness, despite not doing anything wrong.
“Darling, he’s trying to hide the fact that he’d be at your beck-and-call the entire time-”
“-like you wouldn’t be right there, too,” Eddie blushed and turned his head away from you, “of course I’d take care of you. I always will.”
“Promise?”
“For fuck’s sake, spark,” Eddie sighed before an amused smile appears on his lips, “I promise. Can we go inside now?”
You nodded before allowing both of them to escort you up the stairs. Everything appeared to be going smoothly as the door closed behind Eddie.
“What’s that red stuff on your clothes?” You pointed at a spot on Eddie’s shirt, and your mouth was wide open after you touched the stain. “Is that blood?”
“It’s not ours-”
“-that doesn’t help, Eddie.” You crossed your arms after your hand slipped out of his. “Did someone try to hurt you? Was it…”
“Yes, live wire-”
“Volt.” Eddie was stern, but Volt chose to ignore the glare that’s sent his way.
“-We scared him off, my dear. I’m quite sure that he won’t be back to bother anyone.”
“That doesn’t seem likely. I think this guy’s going to kill me next.”
“What? Why would you think that they-” Eddie coughed to hide his blunder, “he would come after you?”
“Everyone around me has died! If I’m not next, then I’m definitely some sort of angel of death or something.”
“Look at me,” Eddie waited until your eyes decided to meet his, “you don’t have anything to worry about. He’s gone for good.”
“Eddie, I don’t know how you can be so sure-”
“-I think this discussion can wait until we’ve all had some rest.” Volt cut in with a graceful yet tired smile. “We’ll get cleaned up before we come and see you, darling.”
“Oh.”
The room was filled with tension that you were oblivious to as a wave of tiredness crashed over you. It was late, and you were overthinking everything. It’d be nice to relax with them before you go back to bed. They always took care of you - who were you to doubt them?
Eddie and Volt watched nervously as you yawn into your hands.
“You’re right, Volt. I should get some rest.”
You pressed a kiss to Volt’s cheek before turning to Eddie to do the same. They both blushed before you made your way upstairs and into your room.
Eddie and Volt waited until they heard your door shut to speak.
“Are we in agreement, Eddie?”
“Absolutely. This isn’t worth losing live wire over.”
“I’d hate to leave our work unfinished,” Volt looked over to the stairwell with a sad smile, “but I can’t stand to make our live wire think that we’d harm them.”
“What about their-”
“-I think losing a child forever is enough of a punishment, my dear.” Volt placed a hand on Eddie’s lower back. “Now, come with me. I believe we have someone special waiting for us.”
~
“Me? You stopped because of me?”
“Eddie and I… we didn’t want to scare you off,” Volt casually says before a soft smile lands on his face, “It seems we’re cut from the same cloth, spark.”
They’re just like you. Hungry for more kills, more blood, more brutality.
Scared of their lover’s opinion, only to find approval and acceptance among them.
…So? What are you going to do about it?
“What do we do now?” You throw the question to them, hoping that they’ll have some guidance or direction for you.
And, like always, it’s you who’s prioritized.
“What do you want, live wire?” Volt leans on the exterior of the car as you grab a shovel from the trunk.
“I…”
Should you tell them?
Fuck it. You’ve made it this far.
“I want this. I want to kill,” You bite the inside of your cheek, “but we have to be smart about it.”
We?
“We?” Volt mirrors the confusion of your thoughts as you stare at the pile of assorted limbs.
“You said we’d figure this out together,” You frown as you throw some dirt over your shoulder, “are you taking that back?”
“No, my darling,” Volt moves to stand next to Eddie, who’s actively choosing not to partake in this conversation, “I don’t want you to stoop to our level if you’re not-”
“-like you and Eddie?” Your laughter is slightly manic as your gaze focuses on Volt. “I just murdered someone, Volt! What makes you think that I’m not like you and Eddie?
You pause as your vision blurs with the threat of tears.
“…Do you not want me around anymore?”
In a flash, Volt’s at your side, and he throws the shovel out of your hand.
“What are you- Volt!”
Your eyes widen when he drops to his knees so you can look down on him. His hands trail up your legs and thighs until they rest underneath your shirt. His thumbs rub circles into your stomach, which causes you to bite back a whimper.
“I worship you. I’d trade my life for yours,” Volt quickly glances at Eddie, “we both would. The world is your oyster, live wire. Whatever you want is yours. We’ll give it to you, no matter the consequences. …We didn’t start this with the intention to keep going, but we will go on if that’s what you desire.”
“I want you and Eddie, and I want to keep killing with you. Both of you.” You finally whisper your desires into the world, and it’s like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders.
There it is. The ugly truth, out in the open.
Volt gives you a teasing smile.
“Is that all?”
“Is that all?” You repeat in disbelief. “I’m asking the two of you to risk your freedom and safety for me. That’s a tall order.”
“You’re not asking us to move mountains, spark,” Eddie joins the conversation as he cleans some dirt from his hands, “we can do this, if you want it badly enough.”
“I do, Eddie,” You mumble as a cold breeze wraps around your body, “it’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“Great. Can you or Volt help me?”
Right. The body… or what’s left of it.
“As soon as Volt gets off of me, I’ll help you.”
Eddie chuckles.
“Good luck with that.”
~
You enjoy the liveliness of the drive back home. With your inhibitions released to the wind, the three of you talk freely about everything.
Even though you get the feeling that they’re still hiding something from you.
…They are, by the way.
You should’ve known that it was going too well for the three of you. Misery follows you around like a persistent, troublesome suitor.
Volt takes your hand and helps you out of the car when you arrive back at your apartment. The parking lot is empty, minus the presence of a few cars scattered around the area.
It’s a peaceful night.
But not for the three of you.
Eddie’s arm wraps around your waist as Volt squeezes your hand before looking you up and down.
“My sweet spark, did I forget to tell you how wonderful you look?”
“I’m covered in blood, Volt!”
“So?” Eddie pulls you flush against his chest.
“You two cannot be serious.” You’re laughing until you realize that they’re being one-hundred-percent genuine. “This is a turn-on? Seriously?”
You’re not one to talk, either. You’ve been giving them less-than-subtle glances all night. It’s hard to not get distracted when Eddie rolls up his sleeves or Volt undoes the buttons of his shirt or-
They’ve been doing that on purpose. Those teasing-
“Oh, you have no idea what you just started…” Your free hand grabs the collar of Volt’s shirt so you can yank on it.
He stumbles closer to you, and a warm blush appears on his face.
“I think you know that we don’t tend to act without a purpose, live wire.”
The way Volt says your nickname sends shivers right down your spine. It’s a dangerous invitation to come closer, to test a limit that the three of you have been pushing for a while.
You can’t resist his siren call, and your lips meet his in an explosively passionate kiss that leaves both of you gasping for air. You want to kiss him again and again and again, but Volt tilts your face towards Eddie so he can have a turn.
Eddie’s kisses are much messier than Volt’s, but you’re moaning into his mouth nonetheless as Volt’s hand sneaks up, up, up your shirt and-
“Freeze!”
You’re roughly detached from your lovers before you’re shoved behind Eddie and Volt. You’re barely able to peak over their shoulders to see a familiar face.
“Maggie?”
She’s holding a gun.
She clicks the safety off - a final warning to obey, or she’ll shoot.
Tik-tok! Time’s up!
You don’t even think before you unsheath the switchblade that sits in your pocket. You slip between Eddie and Volt in order to have a chance to hit your target.
“The three of you have a lot to explain.” Maggie’s hands are shaking as she constantly changes her target from you, to Eddie, to Volt, and then back to you.
She’s terrified. And a bad shot, most likely.
“Maggie, there is nothing that we can’t-” Volt starts, but he’s silenced by Maggie waving her gun at him.
“You’re covered in blood!” She yells. “What else am I supposed to think?”
“Don’t shoot.” Eddie looks terrified as Maggie closes in on the three of you.
“How many people have you killed? How long have you been doing this?”
You can’t let her hurt Volt. You can’t let her ruin your dreams. Not when you finally have everything you want.
Your grip on the switchblade tightens.
God, please…
You throw the knife without thinking.
You have terrible aim, what are you-
It hits its mark perfectly. The knife sticks out of Maggie’s throat before a river of blood flows down her police uniform.
Maggie grabs at her throat to attempt to stop the bleeding, but it’s too much, too fast.
“You won’t… get away…” She chokes on her last words as blood trickles from her mouth.
But we just did, didn’t we?
The gun lays dormant in her hand as Maggie crumples to the ground. Her breathing stills instantly, and once again, the three of you are left alone.
Another body to dispose of, but this one has a lot of strings attached to it.
No one speaks.
What do you even say in a situation like this?
You turn to Volt, who is still processing Maggie’s sudden demise.
“You know what, Volt? You’re right,” A sick smile appears on your face, “I’m not like you and Eddie.”
ywinyo ch. 10 - I think we're close enough (could I lock in your love?)
a/n: "fall break is going to be the time for me to write!" I naively said yesterday without the knowledge of the pummeling I'd receive with homework, projects, and exams ;-; anyways, here's a new chap LMAO
relationship: ???! eddie x ???! volt x ???! gender-neutral! reader (romantic)
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cws: bullying, murder, gore, blood, violent thoughts, knives and guns are used as weapons, brief fight scene, ominous/horror vibes
summary: time passes, but something from your past lingers in the distance. - 3.3k words! [read on ao3!]
Two months.
It’s been two months since that fucking mess.
Your life has been relatively boring since then, much to the chagrin of the voice in your head.
You should be out there, killing and maiming and hunting, yet here you are, playing the stay-at-home partner!
Maggie still hasn’t come around to grab her badge.
She’ll get it soon enough - at the cost of her life.
…It doesn’t feel right.
You don’t feel right.
You go to class, you work, you hang out with your friends, and any remaining time spent awake is with your adoring, loving boyfriends.
So why don’t you feel fulfilled?
You have Eddie and Volt at your beck and call, playing to your every whim, but it’s not enough.
Blood. You need to feel blood on your hands. Blood that you spilled.
You don’t speak to them about what happened that night. They don’t bring it up. You wonder if it’ll be a skeleton in your closet for the entirety of your relationship.
My dear, they have a lot of skeletons in that closet.
How did they get rid of the body? How did they manage to clean up all that blood? Would they teach you someday?
A fucked-up fantasy, that’s all it is. Your bloodlust and your actual lust will be forever separated, never to be intertwined.
Well, that's what you think. Tonight quickly disproves that.
You need to think of something else, especially since you’re at work. A lecture was a different story - you could grab some notes from your friends or just read the powerpoint online. If you make a wrong move now? You’ll be wearing whiskey for the remainder of your shift.
That would suck.
“Hey, live wire.”
“Eddie?” You rub your eyes with your hands after you set down your serving tray.
Wasn’t I just at a table? When did I get to the bar?
…Am I actually losing my mind?
He frowns before he grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.
“You look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”
Well, the consistent thoughts of murder and blood will do that to you!
Eddie’s gaze is scrutinizing, and you shift uncomfortably as his thumb massages the palm of your hand.
“I’m having a rough night.” You quietly admit.
Eddie quickly fishes his car keys out of his pocket before handing them to you.
“Wait in the car. I’ll be done in a few minutes.”
“Eddie, I still have a few tables to cash out-”
“-I’ll make Volt do it,” Eddie laughs under his breath before his eyes soften, “you need rest.”
“I needed a few minutes to-”
“-clear your head?” He finishes your sentence for you before leaning over the bar to kiss your forehead. “We’ll handle it, spark.”
Oh, they’ll have to handle a lot more than some cash in a few minutes.
“Thanks, Eddie.”
You quickly peck his cheek before, and Eddie’s face turns crimson before he tilts his head away from you.
“Get out before I make Volt carry you out.”
“Got it,” You move your head so you can sweetly kiss him on the lips, “I love you.”
Eddie simply hums before he kisses your fingertips.
“Love you too,” He whispers, so only you can hear him, “go find Volt.”
“I will.”
You’re both disappointed when your hand easily slips out of his.
The bar isn’t too packed tonight, so you’re easily able to find Volt as he charms a few guests with his accent and warm smile. He, however, quickly disregards them when you walk his way.
“Darling,” Volt intercepts you with an arm around your waist, “are you clocking out for the night?”
“Eddie threatened to kick me out if I didn’t leave,” Your fingers fumble around with the key in your hand, “so I guess I am.”
“You’ve been busy all night. Your feet must be quite sore with all of the running around you’ve been doing.”
Damn, he’s good.
“A little, but that’s normal-”
Volt frowns as he tries to read your foul mood.
“-did something happen? Live wire, I assure you that I will take care of it.”
He’s protective of you while being somewhat unaware of the dangers of your own mind. You fear yourself - and for good reason.
“I think there's something wrong with me.” You mumble under your breath.
“There is nothing wrong with you,” He scoffs at the notion, “and your mind is deceiving you if you think so.”
“Volt, you don’t get it. I-”
“Enough,” Volt’s voice sounds dangerous, and it makes shivers run down your spine, “I won’t have you speaking poorly about yourself. You are wonderful as you are, spark. You’re perfect for us.”
“Volt-”
“The bar will be closed in a few minutes, my dear. No one will notice if you slip away to catch your breath.”
“Sounds like you’re encouraging me to skip work.”
You smile as Volt uses his hands to pull you closer to his chest.
One last moment of normalcy before that ship sails away forever. Domestic bliss sold for a serial killer's great fantasy.
“Is that how it seems?” He chuckles before leaning in to kiss you. “I’m wounded that you think of me as such a terrible influence.”
His words - not mine!
“Oh, you’re awful,” You can’t resist the urge to tease him, “how many times have you dragged me into the back room so you could kiss me?”
“Spark, you look so beautiful in your work clothes. How could I possibly resist you?” Volt grins before his lips graze your forehead. “Don’t tell me that you didn’t enjoy yourself.”
“When did I say that?” A bit of laughter escapes your chest. “I enjoy every second I spend with you.”
“The feeling is mutual,” Volt blushes before he squeezes your hips, “Would you like me to walk you to the car?”
“I'm alright. I can handle myself.”
You're much more capable than either of them give you credit for, and they're in for the shock of their lives when you make them realize it.
You exchange one last kiss with Volt before escaping his grasp.
~
The nighttime air feels good on your skin, but it does little to stop the turbulence in your mind.
You have the keys, just put them between your fingers and find someone to-
You walk slightly faster to the car while pushing a more pleasant fantasy to the front of your mind.
After a long day of classes, there's nothing quite like coming home.
Volt sweeps you into his arms after pulling your bag off of your shoulder. He hums a popular love song, one that you know by heart, and he gently sways you side-to-side as you glance up at him like he’s your entire world.
Well, he’s half of it.
Eddie rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath while he watches the two of you with an amused smile. He’s completely hypnotized by you, and he's quick to grab his phone.
You're too busy with Volt to notice what Eddie’s up to until you hear that exact song being played from his phone’s speakers. Before you know it, you're spun around to face Eddie.
Eddie might seem like a less enthusiastic dance partner than Volt, but he quickly proves you wrong when he pulls you closer to him. His hands land on your waist, and you’re quick to wrap your arms around his neck.
“You’re stepping on my feet.” He jokes.
“You stepped on mine first!” You defend yourself, which makes him laugh.
“You know I have two left feet, live wire.”
“That just means we have to dance together more often. For practice, of course.”
Eddie’s as red as a tomato, and you think you’ve guaranteed yourself the win in the teasing battle until Volt enters the fray.
His arms wrap around your middle, and you’re stuck in what Beverly so elegantly calls an Eddie-Volt sandwich. You prefer that over the eiffel tower jokes, if you’re being honest with yourself.
It’s a perfect way to relax and unwind after a stressful day of classes, when you need a-
“I fucking knew it was you.”
“Huh?”
You spin around to face whoever's talking to you, but it's far too late.
They have you pinned against one of your co-worker's cars before you can think about retaliating. With their arm over your shoulders and their legs slotted in-between yours, it'd take a Herculean effort to wriggle your way out of their grasp.
In less fancy words: you're so fucked.
“Scared, huh?” They take note of how heavily you're breathing, “It's good to know that a monster like you can feel fear.”
Those eyes are full of hatred and ideas of glorious revenge. That smile is wicked beyond description, and-
Wait.
You know those eyes. Eyes that have taunted and tormented you for years. Eyes that you thought you left in a town you'd never return to.
Those eyes are begging to be torn from that skull, where you can squish them between your fingers and rip the nerves straight out of-
“You have no idea what real fear feels like,” You're filled with an indescribable rage as you speak, “you bullied me for years. You made me feel like shit, and for what? Do you know how scared I was to leave my house? I thought you and your friends were going to fucking kill me!”
“We should've,” Your former classmate bitterly laughs, “we would've been heroes.”
“I didn't kill those people,” You spit out, “but I wish I could've seen their faces when they died.”
“You're sick.”
“You made me sick,” You argue right back with your assailant, “and here you are, gloating about it!”
“You've always been this way. If you were a normal kid, then we would've been nice to you!”
“What?”
“You pulled on cats’ tails for fun. You chased dogs around with a plastic knife. Why do you think you had trouble making friends? It's not rocket science!”
You've been fucked up since birth, but you can't deny that your classmates messed you up further.
Which had a greater influence on your current and future actions - the societal impacts of your strange behavior, or the violent thoughts that seemed to be wired into your DNA?
“I had friends!” You scream in their face before successfully pushing them off of you.
“Those lapdogs?” Their voice is lined with pure malice. “Did you finally put out for them, or are you still dangling that treat in front of their faces?”
“Go fuck yourself.” You say before they pull a switchblade out of their pocket.
“Oh, I'm going to enjoy carving up your pretty little face, live wire.”
The blade pops out far too easily, and they swipe at you with practiced ease. You lean to the left so the knife hits the passenger's side door instead of your face. A god-awful sound emanates from the act of metal penetrating metal, and the switchblade sticks out of the door like a janky handle as a result.
You have to bite back a giggle as they repeatedly tug at the knife handle with no luck - it’s stuck in there good.
What are you doing?!?! They’re not looking at you - it’s time to strike!
You lunge at them, and your hands wrap around their throat before their body hits the pavement with a hard thud. You don’t feel the impact as strongly as your attacker does, but they are more concerned about the way your fingers tighten around their throat as you squeeze the life out of them.
This. This is what it means to be alive. This is what you’ve been missing for the past two months - no, your entire life! To have control over life and death. To see someone take their last breath. To have blood, guts, and the sweet, inescapable glory that comes with it all.
You need it all, and you need it bad. Luckily, it’s right here for the taking!
It’s a high that has you delirious - so much so that your grip loosens on them without you noticing.
“Fuck!” You scream as your back slams against the pavement.
“You do have some fight in you, after all.” They chuckle before they reach for the switchblade. “Too little, too late.”
You feel like you’re living in a horror movie as the blade chooses this moment to free itself from the car door.
This is how you die. Scared and alone. Just like you always thought.
Your former classmate, your bully, the person who will end your life raises the blade above your head.
The end of us, before we even began.
You close your eyes.
…Nothing.
There’s nothing. No sharp pain, besides a small stinging sensation in your cheek.
Cautiously, you open your eyes to see a boot on your attacker’s neck.
A breath of relief escapes you.
You’re okay.
They desperately reach for their weapon of choice, but they howl in pain as another boot steps on their hand.
You’re both disgusted and thrilled by the sound of snapping bones.
“Don’t even think about it.” Eddie - your Eddie - is harsher than you’re used to.
There’s an unmistakable anger in his eyes, that same anger you remember seeing when you came over to his house after prom.
He’s protective of you. Fiercely protective.
“You two,” They gasp for air as the boot on their neck continues to press down, “should’ve known it was you two. You might be more messed up than them.”
“I advise you to choose your next words carefully,” Volt sounds so uninterested, like this person is no better than the dirt underneath his feet, “we don’t take kindly to threats.”
“How did it feel to kill all of those people?” They say before Eddie and Volt talk over one another.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Are you hoping to join their ranks?”
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Did they…? How long…? When did…?
…Shit.
“Eddie and Volt, a murderous duo for the ages,” They look you in the eyes, which causes you to shudder, “too bad your spark is pathetic and unworthy of any recognition-”
A gun pointed directly at their head is enough to shut your former classmate up.
Bringing a knife to a gun fight… tsk, tsk, tsk!
“Stop. Fucking. Talking.” Eddie holds the weapon of death in his hand, and you’re curious if he’s going to shoot this person executioner-style right in front of you.
Your hand finally comes to your cheek, and your eyes widen.
Blood. Your blood on your fingers.
It’s fine when it’s other people’s, but yours?
Less satisfying, more terrifying.
You shriek.
“Spark-”
“-Make sure they can’t walk. I’ll take care of live wire.” Eddie shuts Volt down by handing him the switchblade.
“Oh, darling,” Volt purrs before kissing Eddie on the cheek, “there’s nothing I would like more.”
You’re so used to seeing Volt’s cheshire-cat grin that you have no idea how terrifying it is to see it from another point of view.
Especially when that point of view is about to have their ankle ligaments sliced beyond recognition.
Screams of pain are background music to Eddie, and they’re a sound he chooses to ignore as he grabs your hand.
“Blood… my blood.” Your hands shake uncontrollably as your eyes stay focused on the blood on your hands.
“It’s a small cut.” Eddie grabs the towel that’s hanging off of his belt, and he hands it to you. “Here. Press this against your face.”
You follow Eddie’s instructions as he grabs your hand and brings it to your lips. Your cheek does hurt, but the pain seems to go away when he kisses your bloody fingers.
Eddie’s so gentle with you that you almost forget where you’re at, but another scream pulls your attention away from Eddie and back onto Volt.
Almost.
“Fuck off!” Your bully yells as Volt observes the bloody knife in his hand.
“Where are your manners?” Volt scolds them. “You should be begging me to spare you after everything you’ve said and done to our dear spark.”
“You’re protecting a monster-”
“-I’m protecting my partner.” Volt’s clearly seething as his head snaps over to the two of you. “Eddie, dear, are you ready?”
“Almost.” Eddie hollers back before releasing your hand. “Lay down. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“...I want to watch.” You admit.
“You do?” Eddie blinks once, then twice. “You sure?”
“Yeah.”
I’ve been dreaming about this for a long, long time.
Without another word exchanged between the two of you, Eddie quickly helps you to your feet before taking your hand. You’re led over to Volt, who quickly pulls the towel from your face.
“Have you come for a front-row seat, live wire?” Volt runs his finger over your wound, and his expression is pained as you wince. “You certainly won’t want to miss this.”
I wanna watch them die is what you think you'll say.
“I want to kill them myself” is the phrase that slips out of your mouth.
“Do you, now?”
Volt presents you with the bloodied switchblade.
“Volt.” Eddie warns.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We’ll take care of this mess either way, my darling.”
Once again, you’re given an out. You can go back to a normal, boring life where you study all day, work all night, and then only get to be yourself in your wildest fantasies.
Or you can have a chance at this. Whatever the fuck this ends up being.
The blade feels so natural in your hand, like it was always supposed to be there. Eddie and Volt are probably coaching you in the background, but you’re not listening to them.
Not when you’re listening to the pleas of your bully.
“No, please, wait-”
You’ve dreamed about this moment for years. You can finally be the one to inflict all of that pain onto someone else.
The knife is raised above your head before you can think otherwise, and the last noise they make is a quick scream.
You stab them right through the heart, and blood flies everywhere. Splatters land on the pavement, on your clothes, and all of your face.
You killed them. And it felt good, didn’t it?
…Who’s to say that you stop at one?
A permanent expression of fear is etched onto their face. They can’t escape from your wrath anymore.
You’re not alone right now. Don’t keep stabbing until you’re content.
You look back to Eddie and Volt as the knife falls to the ground once more. You flash them a bloody, cruel smile as blood drips off of your face and onto the pavement.
They should be scared of you. Any rational person would be.
“Live wire,” Volt says, “is this what you’ve been hiding from us?”
He’s looking at you in a whole new light - you’re no longer a thing he has to protect. You’re dangerous in your own right. Awe, fear, and lust drip from his gaze.
It’s an intoxicating combination that you want more of.
Volt, Eddie, and a few blades is enough to have your devious mind racing for hours on end.
You silently nod before your eyes land on Eddie.
“How long?”
“Since prom.”
“Shit,” Eddie curses, “it’s been that long?”
“I didn’t think you two felt like this. God, I thought I was broken for so long-”
“-You’re not,” Eddie jumps in to comfort you, “you never were.”
“We’ll figure this out, darling. Together.” Volt extends his hand to you, and you take it.
You’re wrapped in a warm embrace by both of your partners, and for once, you feel like everything’s going to be okay.
The three of you will be alright. You were always going to be alright with them.
But now you’ve set something much, much worse into motion.
YOU. YOUFE JUST GOING TODROP A NEW FIC FOR THE GHOSTFACE!AU AND WYINYO TRILOGY? (QUADROLY???) ON A RANDOM WEEKDAY WHERE I HAVE NO ABILITY TO READ JT ???? KAT WHEN I GET YOUU WE'RE ALL BACK IN THE BUILDING AND IM NOT COMING HOME MARTHA
/j ...for now ;)
This is giving me such "RICKY, WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY" energy KDJDNDJDJDN
Yes, I am back in the building and I'm dragging you all with me!!!
