Why aren’t you holding my hand?

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𐙚 | including ; evan & habit

| toby, brian, tim ver. -> ୨ৎ

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You’d agreed to come along on a camping trip with the boys, though you mostly sat around and looked pretty while Evan loaded everything up. Even when you both arrived at the camping grounds, he refused to let you carry a thing. Heavy-loaded backpacks on one arm, two folded chairs under the other, and you walking right behind him. Despite his obviously occupied hands, you held yours out. “Can you hold my hand?" Evan stopped, looking back at you with a raised brow. Despite his confusion, he wasted no time shifting the foldable chairs under his already-burdened arm of bags, intertwining your fingers and continuing his way.

HABIT had just finished his “hunt” for dinner, a body hauled over his shoulder as he guided you back to the car to head home for the night. But of course, you had to be difficult, arms crossed over your chest as you stopped dead in your tracks and glared at him. He was quick to notice you weren’t following, halting only a few steps ahead and furrowing his brows right back at you. Then you sassily grumbled, “Why aren’t you holding my hand?” His expression dropped into a deadpanned stare. “You gotta be fucking joking,” HABIT grumbled. Still, with a scoff, he shifted the dead weight just right to secure him with one arm, before reaching out, grabbing your wrist, and tugging you along behind him.

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𐙚 noelle stared at the brunette messing with a woman’s disfigured body , blood staining the floor as squelch sounds were heard , by now she was hardly affected by seeing this

exact scene happen as the years went by seeing it over and over — the only true thing that scared her was imagining whichever sad miserable victim he laid eyes on as her own body, as he brutally ripped limbs and bruised whoever’s flesh he had been toying with

she looked away feeling a little sick thinking about it , stomach twisting in all the wrong directions , a glint of something shiny caught her eye though as she turned to look at habit once again.

she could see in the corner of her eye, he was cutting the poor dead woman’s bloodied broken finger off before he demanded sharply “turn around.” at her , which she quickly did , worried on what he’d do in all honesty , maybe she were next —

she could hear the flesh tearing off in the back , then silence and then shuffling before he told her to turn around , and as she did — her eyes widen with so much shock , more shock than when she first met him bloodied and snappy

there he kneeled , bloody shiny ring in one hand like a proposal as he spoke with too much bravery like this were a normal occurrence to propose in front of a dead body and nonetheless in his basement

“you wanna get married?” he spoke with a grin so inhumane and wide it made her heart thump , and all she could say was a meek yes with a big grin on her face.