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creepyalienghost · 3 years

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Yandere.

It was Sammy’s first day of college but it was also Sammy’s first time away from home. Where he grew up in an a abusive house hold. He had never been shown love by anyone in his life. Not even at school. The students constantly bullied him and the teachers there hated him. Even his boss treated him like a robot and didn’t care how tired and overworked he was. He was numb to the pain and didn’t care for people anymore. To him they would all just hurt him one day or another. He was glad the dorms there only held one person, him. He wouldn’t ever get any rest or time to recover if there he had to worry all the time here.

His first corse came Monday the following week, Business. He didn’t care for the core but he figured it would help him in the future. The Professor spent the first half explaining the rules to the class and the things they were going to learn here. In the second half the professor told them to group up in twos for the first activity.

Sammy dreaded this activity. He could hear everyone getting up and finding there partner or friend. No one will choose him. No one ever chooses him. Ever. He gets left behind in everything all the time like-

“Excuse me?” Came a nice Southern male voice behind him, causing him to be startled and looked back. “I’m sorry for scaring you there. May I be your partner?” The man to the voice ask.

Sammy looked away from him, shyly. Why has he come to him an ask. Usually the teacher just ins up putting him in one or demanding another kid to join him so they could get on with the lesson. But this guy! He came without that or hesitation. It felt...good. “Y-yea.” Sammy clear his thought. “Yea sure.”

“Thanks” the guy replied, sitting next to Sammy. “I’m Norman.”

Sammy’s heart was beating fast and his stomach was doing all kinds of flips. Why would he want to be his partner? Why does he speak so kind to him? “I’m uh. Sammy..”He mumbled.

Norman gave him a kind smile. “That’s a nice name, Sammy.”

Sammy’s heart skip from that. No one has ever complemented him before. It was a lovey feeling. “ I-uh...t-thank you...” he mumbled again.

They were silent for a minute as they listen to the professors instructions on what the activity was. They would have to come up with a Product and try to sell it to the class. Once the teacher was finished he let everyone begin. “Alright, Sammy. Got anything in mind for a Product?” Norman asked

Sammy tried to think of something but his mind was distracted by his kindness. After a moment he shook his head. “N-no.” He replied, scared now that he’ll hate him for failing. “I’m sorry...”

Norman wasn’t mad though. He smiled at him again. A smile that flipped Sammy’s stomach. “No need to be sorry Sammy.” He replied. “Let’s do...a new game?” He looked at Sammy. “How’s that sound?”

“That sounds...n-nice..” Sammy said relieved yet confused that he still doesn’t hate him.

Sammy sat there and watched him write down some idea Though out the activity. Norman green eyes return to Sammy after he finished with his part of the list. “Do you have any ideas for this new game?”

Sammy looked down in wonder in thought. He didn’t want to fail him with this. He wanted Norman to like him. He needed it. “Maybe....a music game?...like you can play as a musician?...” he mumbled looking back at his face.

Norman nodded. “That sounds interesting.” He wrote it down and they continue to work on this.

The class ended 10 minutes later and everyone beings packing up and leaving. Sammy starting doing the same with his belongings when Norman turned around to him. “Hey Sammy. Is this your first year here?”

Sammy turned to him and nodded. “Y-yes. Why?”

“Because. It’s my second here.” Norman replied. “And I was wondering if you wanted to hang tonight? I can show you the town?” He ask.

He...He wanted to hang out with him? Like on a date? He he only experience this type of thing in shows. Sammy’s palms begin to sweet as well as his heart beats faster. “Yes!..I -I mean yes..” he cleared his throat.

Norman smiled a beautiful smile. “Great. Meet me at the lobby to the dorms at 7” with that he left the class.

Later that night Sammy goes to the lobby a few minutes before And learns on the wall, waiting. He passed the time by watching people. One guy was doing homework at one of the little tables, a group of guys were playing pool on the other side of the room and more walk in and out.

A few minutes later he saw Norman walk in and he got up as he approaches. “Hey. You ready?” Norman ask.

Sammy nodded. “I’m r-ready”

Norman smiled and leaned Sammy out. It was a nice cool night out and perfect for walking in. Norman loved these nights. It was peaceful walking and watching the people or sky watching or going to haunted places according to his friend Joey.

The first place Norman took him was a coffee shop. Hanks coffee shop to be exact. It was located on Main Street between the corner store and a diner. When they entered the shop, the delicious smell of coffee with a hint of honey hit them both. It made his mouth water.

“This is we’re I’d love to come and study or do homework.” Norman said. “It’s relaxing and a great place to get coffee.” He informed him with a smile. “Speaking of coffee wanna get one for the road?”

Sammy nodded in reply. “Yes. Coffee sounds great!”

Norman had ordered an ice coffee for himself and offered to pay for Sammy’s chocolate chip flapper chino coffee. They slowly sipped it as they walked down the sidewalk, passing other cute little shops

And places. A clothing store, a comic shop, a candy shop and many other places.

Norman brought him to the local book shop next. When they arrived inside Sammy saw rows and rows of books. From sci-fi to horror. “I’m a bit of a nerd.” Norman said chuckling. “So i come hear a lot.” He turned to Sammy. “Are you? Do you like to read”

Sammy shrugged his shoulders after a minute of thought. “I’m...I never really read anything t-that wasn’t for homework..”

Norman smiled. “Would you like me to pick you out a book?”

Sammy smiled and nodded. “Yes please! That would be fantastic!

Norman and Sammy spent hours looking around for something Sammy would enjoy. Norman ask questions to help decide what he likes like “do you like things about monsters” or “do you like a good mystery” in the end they came up with a sci-fi book. They payed for it and the two went to the diner to eat before heading back.

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The morning after he took an hour reading his new book before classed and found himself really enjoying it. Once it was time to get to class he got ready and walked out of his dorm, passing the lobby on the way outside. But he stopped by what he saw. Norman was playing pool with another person! She was tall and fit with brown hair and Hazel eyes.

Sammy felt crush by this. Norman was laughing with her and talking to her, showing her how to play. He even offered her hang out later! This was unfair! Wasn’t he Normans friends? Why was she even around him! He needed to do something! Before he losses his own friend.

In the first class he didn’t focus on the Biology lesson the Professor was given. He was to busy deciding what to do with her. Should he push her in front of a car? Or should he trip her down the straits? No. Those are all Public. He needed something that could be done in public. He didn’t want be seen by people and get arrested.

After another minute of thinking he came up with the perfect way. A small twisted smile spread on to his face. After this Norman would be his friend again

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Lacie entered the girls dorm after leaving the library with Norman and headed up

To her room. She unlocked her dorm door and stepped in, kicking off her shoes. It’s been a long busy day with school, work and homework that she was ready for a shower and then sleep. Lacie set her bag down on the desk and walked to her closet for some clothes, opening it. That’s when her head burst out in pain and everything went black.

When she came to she had a massive headache. The light was blinding as she slowly opened her eyes. Once she was cautiously aware she her hands were tied in the back and she was up on a chair with a noose around her neck. “What the hell!?” She yelled before noticing a guy in the corner. “Who are you?!... what the fuck is this?!”

The guy came forward with a deep glear of hatred tours her. “I’m Sammy. And Normans my friend!” Sammy kicked the chair out from underneath her, watching her fall and struggle to breath. He watched her kick her feet And try to kick the chair back to her, with no luck. It wasn’t long before she stopped moving and her body slumped.

Sammy finished his work by cutting her hands free from the rope, placed a note on her desk and slipped out into the night without being seen. He later laid in bed and thought about Norman being his friend again tomorrow.

Its been three days since the passing of Lacie. Everyone was shocked that she would do something like that. She always seemed so happy. So ready to take on the day. So ready for anything that life through at her. Norman took it pretty hard. He blames himself for not seeing the signs. He was just with her before she did it. Why couldn’t she had talk to him? He would’ve listened and tried to help her. The school held a memorial in her honor. Everyone showed up to pay respect. Norman was one of them that gave a speech there. She talked about how they were best friends since they were kids. This hurt Sammy a lot to see. Part of him felt sorry for hurting him but the other part was hurt by how much he loved her. Still, now that she’s gone he can have Norman be his friend. Other than that Norman hadn’t came out of his dorm in three days.

Sammy decided that he wanted to visit him tonight, to make sure he was alright. He could help him feel better and hopefully make him laugh.

After his last class of the day he stopped by the flower shop to buy a lovey Bouquet of flowers for Norman. He never been to a funeral before nor tried to help anyone feel better. He saw this idea on tv shows and movies and he thought it was a nice thing now. There were many different options and all of them beautiful but he eventually chose a set with Beautiful red and orange flowers that smelled good.

He walked happily back to campus and into the boys dorm. He heart was filled with Joy as he walked down the 5th floor to Normans room. But the Joy and happiness was instantly crushed when he saw another guy walking out of Normans room. He stopped in his tracks and hid behind a wall, listening.

“Don’t hesitate to call, alright man?” The guy said to Norman.

Norman stepped out and nodded. “I won’t. Thanks Jack.” With that he closed the door and jack began walking out. He passed Sammy without noticing the small man. Sammy dropped the flowers, stepping on them and following jack.

Sammy followed him for little more then five minutes, planning on what he was going to do with this one. When they got near a pound he knew exactly how to get rid of him.

He looked around on the ground for a minute before he stopped a good side rock and grabbed it. He then quicken his paste to get closer to him. At that point jack notice the sounds behind him and turned around to see what it was. It was to late for jack though. The rock knocked him out before he could respond.

Sammy quickly got to work. He started stuffing large rocks in jacks pockets. His Jeans, his hoodie pocket and even in his hoodie it self. Once he was finished with that he pushed jack into the pound and watched him sink. He quickly left the area.

Luckily for Sammy, It stormed that night. The rain watched away all of jack blood and smooth out there foot prints. The neck day there was a missing report on jack. The police searched for days and came up empty-handed. After a week of looking they had to call off the investigation. They chief of police finally claim was he ran away to stop a new life.

Sammy waited a few days before he decided to visit Norman. So things can calm down enough in Norman life. He seen Norman sad when he was in class earlier and wanted to help him and be there for him like he was on the first day. Sammy had been preparing a speech since Monday, again like he seen on tv shows and movies. He felt like he was ready on Wednesday to give the actual speech to Norman.

He went to Normans next class and waited outside of his class and waited for the remaining minutes. Once they were rushing out he peak in between person after person trying to catch Norman. But once he saw him he was hugging another girl. This time with short blonde hair and green hair. She was more girly then the last. She was also beautiful.

This time Sammy didn’t feel sad or heart broken or betrayed. Sammy felt anger and hate in his heart. Why couldn’t he just have one friend to himself!? Why couldn’t he have one good thing in his shitty damn life?! This was so unfair to him and he couldn’t take it anymore! He snapped.

Late that night Sammy came across campus and snuck in the girls dorm. He were a black hoodie that covered most of his face up, not like anyone would notice him anyways. In the pocket laid a knife. He went up to Susies dorm and knocked on her door. He wasn’t in his right mind now. Anger and hate lead him.

When she opened the door she couldn’t even get a word in. He took the knife out and stabbed her in the stomach, watching her gasp. He took it out and stabbed her with it again. He repeated it over and over again even after she stopped responding. It was like was in a trance. Stabbing and stabbing. He opened snapped out of it when he herd a gasp like scream.

He looked over and saw Norman at the door but backing away from him. He looked back down of what’s in front of him and gasp himself. There was so much blood on and around him! So much it scared him. He looked back at Norman and reached out for him. “No wait!-“ he called out.

Norman backed away another stepped. “Stay away from me! Don’t come any closer!” He replied and on the verge of crying. “Someone help! He killed my friend!” He yelled out.

Nothing could be done now. Sammy herd doors opening and people starting to freak out once they released what was going on. He herd the caretaker coning and some got on the phone for the police. He couldn’t run away from this. From what he just done. He looked at his hand all covered in blood then cried.

About 15 minutes later the police and ambulance should up on the campus. The police stormed up to Sammy and arrested him with no problem. He didn’t fight them, And when he was lead to the police car he didn’t look at the people watching the scene unfold. It was unbearable to see that. They put Sammy in the back of the car and drove him away.

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criminalmindskink · 5 years

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I’m Sorry S.R.

Warnings: Just language I believe. Angst/Fluff.

Word Count: 2346

As always, my request and inbox remain open. Enjoy loves.

Work has been absolute hell today. Between the ignorant people and overbearing coworkers, I feel drained. There’s a part of me that knows I should move jobs, find somewhere better for my mental health. The thing is, I’ve become attached to the people there. Certain customers bring a smile to my face while my coworkers have become family to me.

I walk into my apartment and stop with my back against the door. My eyes draw shut as I breathe in the atmosphere; it feels amazing to be home. As I walk through my kitchen I deposit my bag and coat on a chair at the table. I release my hair from its confinement before shaking it loose, feeling a bit more free with every step I take. I begin to unbutton my shirt as a journey to my bedroom, almost drooling at the thought of a hot shower.

As I finish my journey I deposit my shirt into my laundry basket, my pants and undergarments not far behind. A small smile graces my face as I dance the entire way to the bathroom. I start the shower with the hot knob turned to the max, it’s partner only turning a centimeter or two. I back track to my bathroom counter and turn on the speaker I keep there, I’m sure my neighbors wouldn’t mind a good concert.

I pick the current song stuck in my head, hot girl bummer by blackbear, and turn the volume up to max. My smile gets a bit brighter as the song begins to play, my anxieties and stress beginning to leave me. I run my hands through my hair before returning to my shower. I jump in to be greeted by the steaming water falling over my body, beginning to bounce on the balls of my feet as I wash myself clean of the day’s filth. The lyrics are now falling from my lips as I begin to daydream in the shower.

Fuck you, and you, and you

I hate your friends and they hate me too

I'm through, I'm through, I'm through

This that hot girl bummer anthem

Turn it up and throw a tantrum

I’m snapped back to the present as the water runs cold, quickly causing me to run from the freeze storm taking over my body. I chuckled to myself as my teeth chatter, my body feeling much more breathable. I grab a towel from the rack and begin to dry my body as the song Something In Your Mouth by Nickelback begins to play. My feet start to dance around the bathroom as my head begins to rock back and forth to the song. Once my hair is relatively dry I grab my robe from the bathroom door and drape myself with it. I let out a laugh as I continue to headband to the music before reaching to grab my mud mask from the counter.

Crafty little lip tricks

Tattoos on her left hip

She bending as your spending

There's no ending it so baby come on

Dressed up like a princess

Bettin' that her skin smells better

Than the scent of every flower in the desert, come on

I put my hair back with a hair clip before rubbing the mask over my face. As I’m doing this the song changes again, taking my mood with it. It begins to play the song Need Somebody by Xuitcasecity, drawing a memory to the forefront of my mind.

Yeah the taste of love but he fucked up and now your numb,

You said your over and done

Over and done with love,

I know that you can do it all by yourself,

You probably really don't need my help,

But we all need somebody to love,

We all need somebody.

FLASHBACK

Tears fall from my eyes as I look at the man in front of me. How could he do this to me? How could he accuse me of something like this? I run my hands through my hair roughly before shaking my head somberly. “If that’s how you feel Spencer, if that’s how you view me, you can leave.” I cry out while pointing to the door.

His tongue slides between his teeth as his eyes dart from me to the door. “Kouver, listen I’m sorry. I had a bad case, I didn’t mean it” he chokes out, realizing what he’s done.

I broken chuckle leaves me as I rub my face. “No Reid. You come into my house and accuse me of cheating on you? Me! I’ve never done anything but support you. I’ve never betrayed you or sent you away. I’ve placed my entire heart into this relationship and this is what I get in return? What, because you had a bad day? Did you even stop to think about me? About my day or about how I feel? I’m not you’re emotional punching bag! Get the fuck out.” I snarl before giving him a look of pure disgust.

I won’t lie, he looks a mess. His hair is wrecked, bags under his eyes, his suit a bit tattered. It breaks my heart to see him this way, but I can’t let this continue to happen. Him having a bad day doesn’t excuse the way he’s treated me recently. “Please just listen to me baby, I’m sorry. I was wrong, please don’t do this.” He sobs out in return. Tears of his own begin to fall as he begs.

I walked over to him and place my hand on his back, leading him to the door. “Call me when you remember how to treat the people you love Spence. My heart can’t take this every time you have a bad day. I love you and I’ll always support you, but I won’t take being treated like this. I’m sorry.” My voices comes out cracked and broken, showing my true emotions.

I shut the door, placing my back to it, before sliding to the floor as sobs begin to wreck my body. They always say if you love something, let it go. I’ve done that, now I just have to see if he’ll come back.

I shake away the memory before shutting the speaker off. That was two weeks ago, dwelling on it won’t make him return to me. I guess the worst part is that I’m craving to run to him, to drown in his embrace. I had been speaking the truth when I said my heart couldn’t take it. It had begun to kill me when he lashed out that way. I’m not even sure how it began to be honest. In the beginning if a case had gotten to him, he’d come to me. Sometimes we would talk about it, other times we would just cuddle, an odd few times he’d take it out by claiming me. On those nights he would act one of two ways. Sometimes it was love making, sweet nothings and deep thrusts. Other times it was rough, possessive, he’d claim me while constantly reminding me I belonged to him.

Those are the ways I’m all in for. The cuddles, late talks, or late nights; I’d welcome them all. Somehow along the way every single one of those turned to angry screaming and hasty accusations. No matter how hard I tried, I could never calm him. All I ever want to do is heal every single one of his wounds, hell I’d bend myself in half if it meant he could live in peace.

I make my way to my kitchen and grab a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet before padding into my living room. Once I make it to the couch I fall back and heave a deep sigh. My eyes stray to my bag on the counter, wondering if I should check on him. Would he want that? Is he okay? I shake the thought from my mind before taking a long drag from the bottle. Maybe he’s happier without me, maybe he feels a bit more free. He already has so much on his shoulders, who's to say I was nothing more than unwanted stress?

I tilt the bottle to my roof, “here’s to forgetting” I mumble out before draining the rest of bottle in one drag. For half a second I question the fact I’m becoming an alcoholic before shrugging my shoulders. Everyone has different ways of dealing with life, mines just a bit less healthy. I grab the TV remote before bringing Netflix onto the screen and begin prowling for something to watch. Supernatural always gets me out of my funk, come on old faithful make me happy. I press play before grabbing the empty bottle and retreating to the kitchen to trash it.

I opened my freezer to grab a tub of ice cream before grabbing a spoon from the drawer. My nose scrunches as a giggle leaves my mouth, my mood already brightening. Returning to the cabinet I grab another bottle of whiskey, truly planning on forgetting my worries for one night. Taking my treasures back to the living room I open both containers and hit play on the tv.

I’m chuckling as Dean is currently smarting off to a couple of cops attempting to question him. If only I could speak freely to the smart ass cops that come into my work, it would be therapeutic. I take another swig of the bottle before I hear my doorbell go off. My eyebrows come together before I look to the clock on the wall. It’s two o’clock in the morning, who in their right mind is at my door?

Padding to the front door I look through the peephole finding Spencer standing there looking worse for wear. His shirt is untucked, his eyes are red, his hair standing straight up. His right cheek is cut open and sporting a giant dark purple bruise. A gasps leaves my lips before I throw the door open and dash out to him. My hand grabs his own before dragging him into my apartment, placing him on my couch. I stumble on my feet a bit as I rush to the restroom to grab the first aid kit.

I return to him in a rush before sitting on the coffee table in front of him. His hands come out to rest on my legs, the look on his face showing his attempt to ground himself. I begin to clean up his face as he watches me intently. “Kouver” He gets out before I’m quieting him with a gentle shush. He bites his bottom lip before grabbing my hand that’s doctoring his face. “Please, I miss you. I’m sorry for how I treated you. I don’t know what had gotten into me, truly. I’ve read studies, watched documentaries, and spoken to Garcia trying to find the answer. Every single turn left me more confused. Please just know I will never treat you like that again. I love you. You’re my queen, my soulmate, please take me back.” He all but sobs out to me. Throughout his speech he keeps eye contact with me, his despair showing clear in his eyes.

Placing my hand on his unharmed cheek I lean forward to nuzzle his nose with my own. I stand from the coffee table before placing myself onto his lap, attempting to calm the shakes that have overtaken his body. I resume cleaning up his cheek before his arms wrap around my waist. He quietly accepts the doctoring while he awaits my answer. I finish up his face, placing the materials onto the side table, before wrapping my arms around his neck. My forehead rest upon his while breathing in his scent. “Spencer, I love you. I know you never meant the things you said, but I need you to understand how they affect me. Of course I’ll give you another chance. I couldn’t shut you out for anything, I’ve missed you like hell. Just please, I’m begging, don’t treat me that way. I’m here for you no matter what. I’m your ride or die, but you have to talk to me. Whatever you need baby I’m here.” I say onto his lips, resisting the urge to kiss away his pain. I need him to want this too, to want me.

A smile graces his face before he captures my lips in a passionate kiss. One of his hands come up to the back of my head, gently holding me. His head backs away from the kiss before he shoves his face into my neck. He breathes in deeply there, his embrace tightens a bit as he hugs me. After a moment he backs away as his hands fall to my hips. “I love you Kouver. From now on, every day, I’m going to show you just how much love I have for you.” He begins to pepper kisses all over my face, “I’m going to worship, and love, and shower you with affection. You hear me? You’re a queen and I plan to show you that.” He says with adoration in his eyes. His declaration causes a giggle to leave my mouth as my face hides in his neck.

He laughed out before attempting to bring my face back to his. “Oh ho oh, are you hiding from me? I don’t think so missy!” He shouts out before he begins to tickle me. I begin to wiggle and shriek as he attacks my sides.

My laugh becomes untamable as he flips me to my back and hovers over me. “Spence, stop it you meanie!” I playfully shout before leaning up to nip his neck. His hands stall before coming to rest on both sides of my face. We’re both breathing ruggedly as we grin to each other, truly happy. My hand comes up to gently rub his wounded cheek, “I love you baby” I softly state as I take him in fully.

His smile turns into a cheek splitting grin before he lowers himself to nuzzle my nose again. “I love you baby girl” He returns in a gentle tone before capturing my lips in another sweet kiss. I’m not a hundred percent sure what’s happened to him since our fight, but I’m sure as hell glad to have him back. I missed my genius, and I don’t plan on ever letting him leave again.

“True love doesn't happen right away; it's an ever-growing process. It develops after you've gone through many ups and downs, when you've suffered together, cried together, laughed together.” - Ricardo Montalban

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