i like serial killers

“I hope so…  My great-uncle gave it to me, it’s got some sentimental value.”

’ they’re so LOUD. jezus, why does everyone think loud ?? ‘

“Ah-”  Dipper let out a cry as the smoothie he’d been sipping only a moment before spilled all over his shirt.  “Aw man, this was my favorite shirt…”

it wasn’t like her to kiss someone that was so close to one of her closest friends, audrey, but she couldn’t help herself. her and audrey would always remain friends because it felt better that way. all of her relationships had previously failed. with her friend she didn’t want to lose her again and chose to move past those feelings all those months ago. they were better as close friends anyways and she felt grateful for her. but she pushed away thoughts of audrey as she found herself in close contact with noah.

it was the feeling of comfort from a friend that she needed and the intimacy of a kiss that she really desired. this was different than when she kissed malia the other day, but it wasn’t because malia was a girl. she just couldn’t quite explain it since this was the first time she had ever kissed noah before. as her hands rested against his cheeks she slowly moved them to rest behind his neck only to wrap them around that spot. after a few more seconds passed by she found herself still kissing him

         as much as he should have pulled away from the girl, to let her know that things were complicated especially now that he had seen  zoe. but there was a part of him that didn’t want to push her away just yet. inhaling deeply through his nose, both of his hands went to reside  on her waist as his lips moved slowly against hers. 

@murderbcard I continued from here

it wasn’t that emma knew exactly what she was doing, but after what happened at the halloween party and afterwards, she felt more comfortable with herself. kissing her first girl and then believing herself to be aphrodite had changed her. so here she was asking a boy that was one of her friends if she could kiss him. their history didn’t spell romantic or anything, but they had grown closer over the span of nearly two years. when he finally spoke to her though, she felt surprised.

emma had gone into this expecting him to say no to her. she had only wanted to ask him and cross something out of her mind, something she had thought about doing after he arrived in new york. despite their mutual friend and how she knew how audrey used to feel, she had moved past that. it wasn’t too hard for her to move past it when audrey had a new girlfriend in gina and wasn’t in new york with them. 

“okay,” she nodded before stepping forward. after that she slowly placed her hands on his cheeks before leaning towards him, placing her lips against his as she began to kiss him.

       this definitely what he ever say coming and he was hoping that this  would never get back to audrey. he knew that her feelings weren’t like  that anymore for emma but he still felt like he was crossing a line. and  his lips hand’t even met emma’s yet. he was still starring down at her,  almost frozen like. his eyebrows furrowed together as if he was preparing for her to back out. he wasn’t sure why he thought letting himself fall into a deep down-spiral of negative thoughts was a good idea. especially now. 

                        ⚰  send me ‘can i kiss you?’ for my muses reaction.

          he felt like he was living another life or this was just a very vivid dreamthat he was going to have to wake up from at some point. although, he secretlydidn’t want to wake up from. sucking in a deep breathe, his blue eyes starred down at the blonde girl, his breathe was stuck in his throat. he knew that this wouldn’t be the smartest idea to say yes. he should say no considering she was suppose to be dating stavo who was not only his partner but one of his best friends. 

          but somewhere deep inside of him, he wanted to kiss her. he wanted to know what her lips felt like. what they tasted like. but it would be wrong and if anyone who knew them would scream in his ear telling him not to. not to takeadvantage of one of his best friends like this. he swallowed the lump that was growing in his throat before he took a step towards the girl, bending his head down enough to allow his lips to brush against her cheek. 

       the second she saw his face, tears were threatening to spill out of her eyes and down her smooth cheeks. zoë clung to the strap of her bag, shaking her head a little. he couldn’t be real, right? what would he be doing here of all places? but then again, what was she doing here? relief began to wash over her then, realising if he were here then he was safe from her killer. whoever it may be. she swallowed nervously before she sat, silent for a while. he looked at her as though she were a ghost. maybe that’s what she was. zoë shook her head and cleared her throat. “n-noah? what… what are you doing here? is everyone else here? are…” she frowned and set her cup down. she chewed her plump lip before she  continued. “are you real?”

       noah looked at her, his eyebrows pushed together as he tried to fight back everything that he was feeling. he was just starting to try to find peace in the idea of her death which harder than he ever thought. and now he was  starring at her. quickly his eyes looked away from her as his hands fell onto  his knees, trying to stop the obvious shaking. 

          she’d been getting better, but that night just HAUNTED her. ever since the first murder, nina patterson, brooke’s world started collapsing around her. she’d changed, her friends changed, everything was different. the party just reminded her that she’d never be safe in her own mind again. memories would always haunt her, trauma would always haunt her. 

          when the knocking started, brooke jumped, only to sigh slightly when she heard the voice. she immediately got up and pressed her eye to the peep hole. the expression on her face grew sad. she didn’t want to be mad at noah, that’s not at all what she needed right now. yet still, she couldn’t forgive him completely. ❛ what do you want noah?? ❜ she asked through the wooden door. she wasn’t quite ready to open it and face him, her anger, everything. 

       he knew this was going to come but he wished that she would at least open the door so that he could see her face. but if this was all that he was  going to get then he was grateful that she would at least still talk to him. that was a bonus.  ❛ i wanted to see you. i wanted to tell you to your face that i’m sorry for scaring you. i didn’t mean it brooke, i’m so sorry. ❜

       with norah jones playing in one ear, she tapped her fingers against her leg. zoë waited in line in the coffee shop just watching the different people. everything about her felt… off. she knew why, she just couldn’t think about it without tearing up. she had died. now she was sat in a coffee place in new york. terrified that the lakewood killer would find her once again. once getting her order, zoë moved to a table, clearing her throat to get the other’s attention. “do you mind if i sit here? all the other’s are pretty full…”

                         ⚰  send me ‘can i kiss you?’ for my muses reaction.

         he had been completely taken back by her question. he was left speechless though he wanted to say something. anything would be betterthan just starring at her. it wasn’t that he hadn’t found her attractive, that wasn’t the case. it was the fact that he had just lost zoe, that he was still trying not to let that grief take over him and the fact that his best friend in the whole world use to love emma. 

         he would never hurt audrey. he didn’t haven’t in him to hurt the one person that he cared the most about. but that didn’t stop the idea of kissingemma from crossing his mind. somewhere along his thoughts he found somesort of courage to speak. but it was more of him stumbling over his own wordsas he shook his head nervously. 

    ever since that party he couldn’t erase the image of fear in brooke’s eyes when she saw him. he couldn’t shake it. if anything he wished that he could because it was the last thing that he had ever wanted to do. but it happened and he couldn’t forget it. he wasn’t even sure what he was doing standing  outside of her apartment because he was so dead set on the idea of her not wanting to see him. but he couldn’t not see her. he had to. he wanted to know that she was okay and safe. 

          she hated crying, especially in front of people like noah – her friends. all brooke wanted to do was escape lakewood, escape it all. and not see the GODDAMN mask ever again. she knew he meant no harm – noah wasn’t a bad guy – yet still her blood boiled with rage as tears spilled past her eyes. 

           TRAUMA. her mind was filled with images, and guilt that seeped into her system and couldn’t escape. that mask was just a reminder of all her errors, her mistakes, her lost loved ones. it should’ve been HER dead, and she knew that. riley died instead of HER, and now she couldn’t help but hate herself for it. 

          ❛ if t - this… is how you’re dealing with your damn survivors guilt, it sucks!! we all f - feel it noah. we all f - feel fucked up. ❜

      he shook his head as he listened to her, this wasn’t that. god this was far from that. he would never do something like this. it wasn’t like him and he figured that she would know that. that any of his friends would have  known that by now. he hated ghostface, he hated the mask. he would never want to have to become the person behind the mask.

       but the sad truth was he was the person behind the mask, at least this time. he didn’t know how it happened but he felt all the rage that would make someone go around killing kids for no apparent reason. and he was sure that he looked about as twisted up as he felt. which probably looked terrible. 

NOAH !! 

     “ i know that you probably think that that’s normal, but noah it  definitely isn’t. gina is in the hiring process for the movie place - she doesn’t have time to just make random calls to me in the afternoon. but lucky for you that’s not the only bit of information i have. ”

     as much as audrey loved laying down & being particularly lazy: she was specifically all riled up due to her new-found abilities. she  thought nothing of it right off the bat, thinking that it was something along the lines of pure luck. but if other people seemed to change all in one night then what was stopping her from doing the same ?

     a smile filled the young girl’s lips as she sat up, reaching over to her bag that she early slumped off her shoulder. it only took her a few seconds to pull out a smaller velvet bag only to turn the black  sack over to dump out all it’s contents. regular dice, three sided dice,  twenty sided dice, & everything in between seemed to topple out of the bag. 

     “ i can think of a number, like really hard, & roll whatever dice & i  get the number. don’t you dare go thinking that these dice are loaded  either. i checked. ” a short pause as audrey turned to look at noah, sticking her tongue out at him for a hot second, “ please noah. you know what i meant by that. if you think anything else you’re going to get smacked. ”

        ❛ audrey, i think you’re thinking too much about it. i honestly think that gina was just thinking of you and decided to call. which is perfectly normal in a relationship. ❜

        he looked over at the girl before raising his eyebrow. the idea of more information was sure interesting but he wasn’t sure if it was going to help validate her point that something was wrong. even though he was well  aware of the fact that something was wrong. something had been wrong  since the night of the halloween party. 

       sucking in a sharp breathe of air as his eyes darted down the dice before  looking back up at his best friend. this was definitely something that he could easily not wrap his head around. then again, he was still trying to wrap his  head what was happening to him. that was something he was a little hesitant about telling his friends considering it was something that could easily upset any of them.