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Texan Meet Cute:

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Macy’s POV:

Hoytt was getting on my last fucking nerve today, I swore to myself that one more comment and I’d send his head flying through the wall. Why were the men on my family all such perverted bastards? Monty wasn’t much better, crazy old man. But at least I had Thomas, the one thing that kept me someone sane in this place.

He was a great brother, probably better than I deserved. When our Mother didn’t give me attention, he would make the time for me. And that meant more to me than he’d every probably understand. I stomped down to the basement where he as hard at work. His chainsaw was revving, so I chose to wait by the door as to not startle him. It was almost funny sometimes, how someone like him could be so skittish.

“Need some help with that?” I asked with a smirk on my face.

Thomas turned to look at me, mask still on. He kept it on with victims, even though I told him it didn’t really matter. They were gonna die anyways, who cares if they see his face. “The face only a mother could love” people would say, but I think that’s utter bullshit. So my brother has a few deformities, that doesn’t mean he’s unworthy of love.

He set down his chainsaw and I walked over to admit his work. The poor bloke on the table was missing all 4 limbs but still very much breathing. I could hear his muffled scream through the rag shoved in his mouth. I shot a glare at the victim.

“Please, keep screaming… see how much you like it when I rip out your tongue.”

I was in no mood for this bullshit today. Why did they always have to be so loud? With all the begging and pleading, as if I’d suddenly grow a second heart .

“Upset?” Thomas signed.

I sighed heavily.

“Hoytt.”

I didn’t need to say much else, Thomas understood. I mean Hoytt wasn’t even nice to him either. Luda was the only one who could shut that man up. And I thanked my lucky stars that she put him in his place often.

“Walk? Feel better.”

“I’m not sure if I’m up for a walk today Tommy. Besides you’ve got a lot of work cut out for you by the looks of it. Don’t want that meat rotting and going bad.”

He gave me a sad nod.

“You need to have fun, I’ll finish your chores.”

“No, Thomas you don’t have to do that. It’s fine.”

But he wouldn’t budge. Both literally and metaphorically. He wouldn’t let me leave his basement until I promised to go do something fun.

“Maybe I’ll go for a drive, see where it lands me before I run out of gas.”

He gave me a look as if to ask ‘is that a good idea?’ But I couldn’t think of anything better to do.

“I’ll be fine Thomas, maybe a few days out of town will do me good. I mean what’s Lud- mom, going to do? Hold down the house while I’m gone? Hoytt May thinks he runs shit around here, but you’re the man of the house Tommy.”

I gave my brother a kiss on the cheek of his mask. I wasn’t usually one for affection, but I couldn’t help it when it came to Thomas. He was just so kind and sweet, something you wouldn’t expect from this family. A bunch of redneck hillbillies with murderous, cannibalistic tendencies. Yet here we had this gentle giant. A man the world is lucky isn’t filled with rage like I was. Thomas killed to follow orders, to protect his family and keep us well fed.

But I killed for a much different reason. The thrill, the adrenaline rush. A dangerous game of cat and mouse that could go on as long as I say so. Running a victim out of steam for days until they’re basically begged me to kill them. Making them submit to my every will. It was an intoxicating feeling that got you high.

“See you around Tommy, yeah?”

He gave me a sad look.

“It’s only a few days, you’ll be fine.” I assured him.

If I came home to find Hoytt or Monty upset him again, those men would have hell to pay. My loyalties stood with my brother and my brother alone. I wouldn’t bat an eye if someone splattered the others brains onto the pavement. Of course, Thomas would be upset, which is the only reason I haven’t done it myself yet. I was sick and tried of them trying to order me around. I helped plenary around here, yet it was never enough.

I packed a small backpack with some cash I’d saved, and a few spare clothes. I hoped onto the back of my Harley, one’s I’d rescued from the junk yard and repaired, and headed off in a random direction. Just driving and clearing my head until I found a town that piqued my interest. Ruggsville Texas. It was only on my radar because people had been reporting a higher amount of disappearances recently. And I was sure this town was harbouring secrets.

I stopped at a little motel on the side of the road, not wasting my time with pleasantries and instead choosing to pick a lock and break into one of the many vacant rooms. If I kept the shades drawn, the likely wouldn’t even notice me here. The door was wide enough for me to walk my motorcycle inside, as to leave no trace to my existence. Even if someone did discover me, I could always kill then and flee back home. I wasn’t completely opposed to that idea.

I locked the door and threw myself down on the king sized bed. It was still a bit small, but you got used to it. I felt bad for people who were even taller than I am. I didn’t even bother to change into night clothes, instead choosing to just kick off my pants and go to bed.

The sun was overly obnoxious in the morning, shining through the slight gap in the curtain. I groaned, hurling myself up from the end and going to the shower. I nearly laughed to myself when I say how short the shower head was. Thomas and I had built the shower in our home so that we could actually properly use it. We also put a pool noodle on the frame going downstairs to the basement, Thomas kept hitting his head on it.

I left my hair down, letting it dry in its natural state. There was a slight wave to it, not quite curly but not totally flat. At least I got Luda’s hair gene instead of my fathers. Thomas was blessed with good hair too. I decided I would drive into the main part of town today. As I drove around, I spotted a little blocked off street. Some sort of vending festival. It could be cool, I could get something nice for Tommy on my trip. A silent apology for leaving him alone at home. I parked my bike, hiding it in the alleyway and started walking around.

There were a few food stalls, some art exhibits and random assortments of knickknacks. This town seems kinda homey which was a nice change of pace. It was still brutally hot in the Texas summers. I wore black mom jeans and a tight black tank top. I had a hair tie on my wrist in case I got fed up, or it got too warm. One stall in particular caught my eye. They had a bundle of balloons tied to a little chair.

But that wasn’t what really caught my eye, no, it was the person on that chair. Even from this far away, I could tell it wasn’t just perspective making them look small. What the hell was someone like that doing out here alone? Their hair was huge and fluffy, it wasn’t often you saw black people down south wearing their natural hair. I didn’t know a lot about black culture, but all the ladies are Luda’s church either straightens their hair, or wore wigs. Their Afro was sort of adorable, like an unapologetic way to say ‘fuck you’ to societal beauty standards.

I hadn’t realised I was staring, until their eyes met mine from across the lot. And I swore my heart almost stopped. Now that I could see their face, they were genuinely adorable. They had some sort of face paint on, reminiscent of a clown. They gave me a quick smile, before going back to mining their table. I didn’t want to be too obvious, so I pretended to look at other things as I drew closer. Curiosity getting the best of me.

I could see their outfit more clearly now. It was similar to those old fashioned Circus costumes. With a Black and White almost Harlequin pattern. They had on combat boots with mismatched shoelaces on them. Their skin glowed under the hot Texas sun, a thin sheen of sweat on their brow. A man in a similar costume and makeup up walked up to the both, whispering something to them before leaving. I watched as he walked away, driving off in a truck. Odd.

But their interaction started to make sense when I saw them start packing up the tiny booth. They seemed to be selling food, I could smell it even from here. And honestly it was mouth watering. So I finally got up the nerve to approach them. They looked up from packing when they noticed me. I watched as their Addams apple bobbed slightly. They were nervous, but I was used to getting that sort of reaction.

“I know you’re packing, but I was wondering what you were selling.” I asked.

They just stared at me for a money, their eyes wide and glossy, like they forgot how to talk. I was about to just walk away, worried I scared them too much, when they finally spoke.

“Umm, yeah. My Gruncle and I were selling some of his famous fried chicken. Needed a bit of extra cash since people don’t stop by our store often. But rich white people love coming to these sort of things.” They rambles.

It was cute, watching them stutter and stumble over their words as they tried not to look at me.

“What’s a Gruncle?” I laughed.

I didn’t mean to laugh at them, but it was such an odd word.

“Grandpa-Uncle. Cause we call grandpa, Grandpa, but he’s my Great Grandpa and I don’t want to get them confused.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that. God, I haven’t smiled in so long. I was worried my face was fixed in a permanent scowl. Only time I smiled like that was when Tommy and I got a day off and could hang out in the old abandoned apple orchard.

“I guess that makes sense, got any left?”

They pushed the aluminium tray forward.

“Take it, it’s on the house. Can’t stand being near the stuff anyway.”

Odd, why would they sell it if they hated it. The packed the rest of the stuff into a little milk crate. But it looked huge in their tiny hands.

“Are you sure? I have cash.” I said.

The shook there head.

“It was just gonna go in the trash anyway.”

“Macy.” I offered, reaching out my hand.

They just stared at it for a while, before meeting my gaze again.

“Blinky.”

I dropped my hand when they didn’t attempt to shake it. Blinky, what an odd name. Perhaps it was a nickname of sorts. They seemed to think for a second, pausing with their back turned to me, before turning back around.

“Hey, I don’t know if you’re from around here or not. But steer clear of Captain Spaulding’s Museum of Monsters and Madmen.” They warned.

That was their first mistake, because now I was curious. I stood by the booth awkwardly as they walked over to a bicycle and strapped the milk crate to the front of it. We’re they about to ride around in this heat, wearing that? My stomach growled as the smell of chicken was becoming overwhelming. It made me wish I was at home to eat Tommy’s cooking. But I couldn’t eta right now, not in-front of them. I was a completely different person when I was hungry.

I looked back up as I heard them walking towards me again, and lunged forward when I saw them stumble over their own feet. I caught them easily with one hand.

“Woah there!” I said, stabilising them.

Sure, she was already on her feet, but I didn’t want to let go of them just yet. And it seemed she didn’t mind either.

“Th-thanks.” They blushed furiously.

“Are you ok? You just tripped over nothing.” I laughed.

It wasn’t meant to come out so harsh, my intent was more teasing. They pushed themself out of my arms, crossing their arms over their chest and huffing. It was entirely adorable. God what was she doing to me?

“I’m fine, I got it stranger!” The snapped at me.

I was pleasantly surprised they had that much bite in them.

“I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. That wasn’t nice of me, I’m just tired of everyone treating me like I’m a a child.”

“Are you not?” I laughed.

Surely they must be.

“I’m 18!” They said exasperated.

My brain began to short circuit. My intentions were much more pure when I first decided to approach them. Curious what a child was doing out here. I was shocked to find they were only three years younger than me. God she was adorable, I doubt if I left now I’d even be able to forget this little encounter.

“I’m sorry.”

I doesn’t know why I said it. I had nothing to apologise for, and even if I did, I wouldn’t do it. Apologising meant admiring guilt, and that was an emotion I was incapable of feeling.

“Let me help you with that!” I quickly added.

I was used to being useful. Thomas and I basically splitting the house hold chores 50/50. Monty couldn’t do much, and Hoytt was out on petroleum or down at the station most days. I easily picked up the table, folding the legs in and hoisting it over my head. They stared up at me in awe, a reaction I was hoping for. Hoytt would make fun of me if he saw me now, helping a gentle stranger and trying to impress them.

“Where to?” I asked.

“Ummm-“

They seemed to be panicking now. Maybe I had over stepped.

“Gas station, a little ways down the road. It’s kinda a long walk.”

The grabbed their bike, walking it along side me as we made our way down the road. Most of the walk was in a comfortable silence. I wasn’t really sure what to say. But I enjoyed their company more than I thought I would. I noticed her stealing little glances at me, and smirked. They brought me around back the building.

“Here, you can just drop it here. My Gruncle will take care of it later. Umm, I don’t have any extra cash to pay you.” She said.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure? I could go run inside and grab you a soda or something.”

I was quite thirsty. But I had a better idea.

“I’m not much of a soda drinker. Maybe we could get a coffee.” I asked.

I’d grown quite good at flirting. It was an easy way to lure in vapid teenage boys for the kill. But I had to use a different strategy here, my flirting was sincere in this moment. They intrigued me to say the least. I was surprised when they quickly agreed, but they just seemed anxious to get as far way from the gas station as possible.

I followed after them, surprised by how fast they were with their legs being that short. My brain thought of what it would be like to chase them, but I quickly shoved that thought to the back of my head. She did nothing to be deserving of that side of me.

“There’s no coffee in town, did you drive her?” They asked.

I nodded.

“Yeah, we could take my motorcycle.”

Perhaps it was a little naive of them to go to a second location with me. But I found it endearing, when normally I’d find it annoying. I’ve barely even had a full conversion with this girl and they were already changing my whole mood. I’d long forgotten about the nasty comments Hoytt has spewed at me. I was pissed at him for murdering my last girlfriend, and feeding her to me without my knowledge. Something about “repenting in the eyes of god.” Maybe I hadn’t loved her, but she was a good lay. She always knew how to calm me down.

“You drive a motorbike? That’s so cool!” They beamed.

There was no sarcasm laced in their tone, they seemed genuinely impressed by this fact. I mean if that’s all it took to get them excited, then this would be easy.

“So, what’s with the clown thing?” I cringed at myself, quickly correcting my mistake, “it’s fun.” I added.

“You think so? I’ve always sort of admired clowns. They say laughter is the best medicine and I couldn’t agree more. I love laughing.”

Every sentence had me fighting with myself internally to not just throw them over my shoulder right now. My heart was beating faster and my skin was itching. But that wasn’t right or me, I couldn’t rush this. No I wanted to saver my time away in this quaint little town. And it seems Blinky was the only one worth while in this shit hole. If I ruined that now, I’d kick myself.

“You got any jokes?”

They shook their head no.

“I’m not very good at telling them RJ says. Do you have any?”

I’m went sure who this RJ was, but I already didn’t like them. I thought for a moment, trying to see if I remembered any jokes. We’re we’re nearly halfway back to wear I parked my bike now. Was I seriously considering trying to make a joke just to get an inkling of their laugh? This is not how I expected this trip to go at all. My plan was to stroll into town, kill a few locals no one would miss and then go back home.

But did that place ever really feel like home? Sure I lived there, but I hated it. I hated that house, hated my family. Thomas and I could go anywhere and I’d be home. He was just to chicken to leave, get rid of that old bat who for some ungodly reason he shared affections for. They would be nowhere without the two of us doing everything for them. And all they showed me in return was trying to send to to conversion camp when I was a teen. Fuckers. Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm, it was dainty and delicate.

“Hey you ok? You don’t have to tell me a joke if you don’t want to. Being funny isn’t easy.” They attempted to console me.

“Yeah, no I’m good. Just got lost in thought I guess. Ok, so how about this: I have a stepladder because my real ladder left when I was just a kid.” I tried.

Sure my delivery wasn’t perfect, but I couldn’t help it. They somehow simultaneously made more more confident, yet nervous at the same time. The slowly dropped their hand from my arm and I had to stop myself from whining at the lack of touch. Why was I so god damn horny right now? It had been months since I’d been this psychically close to someone .

She placed a hand over her mouth and let out a small stifled giggle. It was possibly the cutest fucking sound I’d ever heard in my entire life, and I was desperate to hear it again.

“Same, except my dad used the ladder to leave.” They laughed.

It took me a second to understand their joke. I could see how someone could think they aren’t funny, their jokes seem to just require a little bit of thought.

“Oh my god.” I laughed, but I quickly sobered up as we continued walking, “was that just for the joke or…” I was bit concerned with how flatly they said it.

They shook their head no again. It made their curls bounce wildly.

“I was the one who found him. But don’t worry, it’s funny, you can laugh. I don’t blame him, I’d do the same if I had to be married to my mother.”

“Still, that’s a coward move. I can’t imagine someone finding any justification to leave you.” I said smoothly.

They bit at their bottom lip, almost hard enough to draw blood.

“Ok, umm my turn. So this woman goes to the hospital right? And she says ‘sorry I’m just nervous, this is my first surgery’ and the doctor looks her dead in the eyes and says ‘mine too.’”

They way they smiled up at me like they were so proud made my stomach flip.

“That’s awful” I laughed.

“I have one more,” I started, we were almost to the alley now, A child determined to burn his home down. His dad watched, tears in his eyes. He put his arm across the mother and stated, “That’s arson.”

“Arson?” They scrunched their brow in confusion, “oh, our son, arson! I get it now! You’re so funny!” They complemented.

“I wouldn’t go that far, you’re just easy to impress.”

Another sentence I hadn’t meant to turn into an insult. I wasn’t very good at this whole “being nice” thing.

“Well, this is me.” I said pointing to my bike.

I had put the small container of chicken in my backpack earlier. I strapped my bag down to the side of my bike.

“Wow!” They said, their voice somehow raising during a single syllable.

“You like? Built her myself.”

“You built this?”

“Mhhmm” I hummed proudly.

“You’re amazing!” They said softly under their breath.

“Hop on, I got a spare helmet.”

They hesitated, maybe they finally realised this wasn’t a good idea. I mean I was going to hurt her, but she didn’t know that. They started fidgeting with their hands and I frowned.

“Getting cold feet?” I asked.

I couldn’t help but be smug, I’m an asshole by nature. It just helped to mask my concern.

“Ummm, no, I really want to go get coffee it just” they pointed to their hair.

“I don’t think this will fit in a helmet.”

I couldn’t help the cackle that escaped me. That’s what they were worried about? Their hair? Not that fact that I could snap their neck with one hand without even trying. Or I could be taking her somewhere to kill her.

“How about this, you ride front and I’ll be sure to hold you right and keep you safely on the bike.”

“Ok!”

I watched as they struggled to try and get on, my bike had larger wheels so it was higher off the ground. It make it easier for me to ride. I stifled a chuckle in the back of my throat,

“Let me.” I said, picking them up and placing her on my bike.

I had to admit, this sight wasn’t exactly helping with my cloudy thoughts. I did my best to keep them pure, but I wasn’t fooling anyone. I was a Hewitt by blood, we don’t exactly pair well with purity. I straddled my leg over the side, scooting closer to them. I warped my arms around them reaching for the handles, and used my leg to pop up the kickstand.

“Just hold on right to the Center piece ok? What direction are we going?”

“It’s about fifteen miles north, first left on after the exit. You can’t miss it.”

I revved the engine and I could feel them tense a little.

“Relax little rabbit, this will be fun.” I cooed.

When I felt them lean back into me, I sped off down the road. I could hear the sounds of their joyous laughter over the sound of the wind and my engine. When we finally came to a stop outside of a little dinner, they were still giggling happily.

“I’ve never gone that fast before.” They laughed.

“We can go even faster on the way back. Not like there’s any pigs out here to stop us.”

“Pigs?” They asked curiously, trying their best to turn to look at me.

Even sitting down I was so much taller than her.

“Cops, it’s a little inside joke with me and my family. Ain’t much law in my town either, but when they do come around they’re always in our business.”

“We’ll that doesn’t seem fair.” They frowned.

I hoped off the bike, putting the kickstand down. Then reached out my hand to help them off.

“Greta behind the counter is super sweet, she lets me drink coffee for free since I fixed her back door. Her ex tried to break into her house and nobody from town would help her.” They explained to me.

I never pegged her as someone who was good with tools. I was sort of impressed.

“That was nice of you.”

“My sister always says we girls have to protect our own.”

“You have a sister?” I asked as we stepped through the door.

“Two now, Manon is still… adjusting.”

I could tell it was a sensitive subject so I didn’t push further. But what did they mean by “now” and “adjusting”, perhaps her parents fostered kids? But if it was that simple, why wouldn’t they just say that. The man from earlier looked nothing like her, so it wouldn’t be an unfair assumption to make that they were adopted.

“Blinky! How’s my favourite little trouble maker?” The woman who was supposedly Greta greeted.

She was a short and pudgy black lady, her hair graying. But she seemed nice, Blinky seemed to like them. But I wasn’t sure if that meant much, I mean Blinky seemed to trust me, when they had no reason too. Which concerned me, was she this trusting with every stranger? I mean we were about a half an hour drive away from wherever she must live, and she didn’t seem anxious in the slightest.

“Who’s this?” Greta’s voice brought me out of my head.

“Oh, this is my new friend Macy! She’s visting from out out town. We were wondering if we could get some coffee” Blinky leaned over the counter in a hushed tone and said “and the good stuff.”

Before looking back at me and smiling, I raised a brow amused.

“I do believe I can do that for you little miss. Your booth is empty.”

“Yay, you’re the best G!”

She grabbed my hand and dragged me to a booth in the farthest corner of the little dinner. There was less lighting over there.

“What’s the good stuff?” I asked

“Pastries they have to throw out at the end of the day. Greta sometimes sneaks me some. Oh, you should probably eat your chicken, it might be a little cold by now, but I don’t know if the place you’re staying has a fridge or not.”

How thoughtful.

“Are we allowed outside food?” I asked.

They giggled once again.

“You don’t really seem the type to care about rules.” They said bluntly.

And I couldn’t argue with that. I slid the container out of my backpack and pushed it onto the table. They seemed really fidgety but I couldn’t tell if it was a nervous thing, or if they were just like that. I don’t know why, but I felt compelled to ask them. I always hated when Thomas would get anxious. He’d start picking at the skin around his finger nails until there was nothing left.

“Are you good?” I asked.

Cursing myself once again for coming off so harsh and abrasive.

“Yeah, why? Is something wrong?” They asked.

“You just seem, antsy is all.”

“Oh, sorry. It’s just, there’s a few more people in here tonight than there usually are. This place is pretty dead most of the time.”

So they were nervous in crowds, interesting.

“I guess that makes sense, you seem to like it here.”

“Well I’m not allowed in town by myself very often.”

That made sense, they were tiny, anyone could just pick her up and steal her away if they wanted to.

Greta set down two mugs, and a plate that looked like raspberry danishes.

“Enjoy you two.” She smiled.

“That’s Greta, I owe you one.”

The older woman brushed her off with a kind smile. Blinky happily sipped their black coffee, and I was surprised. I expected them to at least put sugar in it.

“Did you need some cream or something?” They asked.

“What? No, no this is fine.” I said.

God, I really had to stop zoning out staring at them. But I couldn’t help it, they were just so damn adorable. I kept thinking that Thomas would love them. But they’re probably be scared of him, as most people were. I took a sip of coffee, letting it warm my insides, before my eyes wandered to the box of chicken. I was starving. I quickly ripped it open and began eating, not really noticing how I was practically scarfing it down. It was surpassingly really good. I only noticed I finished have the box when I looked up to find her staring. I feel a little embarrassed.

She silently help out a napkin for me.

“Thanks.” I said.

“So what do you think? Of the chicken” they clarified.

“It’s good, you said your uncle made it?”

“Gruncle.” They corrected.

“Right, Gruncle.” I laughed.

“Yeah, he’s surprisingly a good cook. He had a laughing fit when I told him I was vegetarian.”

“Oh?”

“He thought I was joking. I was not.”

They seemed to not pick up very well on subtle teasing, so I decided to slow down on that front. Not sure if they’d ever take offence to one of my jokes.

“So do you just not like meat, or are you one of those hardcore veggie people?”

“I just don’t like the taste much. Plus I couldn’t imagine killing a sweet little cow. I mean have you seen the one with little curly hair? I cry every time. My rule is if I wouldn’t kill it, I don’t eat it.”

‘Wouldn’t eat anything they wouldn’t kill’ that was an interesting choice. I couldn’t stop my brain from corrupting that thought, wondering what would happen if I pushed them to try my families diet.

“I know that look” they said.

“Huh?”

“You’re thinking something bad… what is it?” They asked.

Their words seemed idly curious, but their tone told me otherwise. That wasn’t a question, it was a demand. Something I didn’t expect. It was interesting how they could so easily go from puppy dog eyes and smiles, to a commanding sort of ominous tone.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with. It’s stupid.” I said.

“Really, cause that smile on your face said otherwise. You enjoyed that thought.” They pushed.

“Perhaps I don’t want to throw out all my aces on a first date.” I turned the conversation back on her.

Two could play this game. And oh what a dangerous one it was. They had no idea what they were getting into with me.

“So this is a date then?”

“One were neither of us are paying, so I’d say it’s the best one I’ve ever had.” I joked.

They laughed, dropping their icy stare. Letting their guard fall again.

“Date. I think I like the sound of that.” They concluded happily, tearing a piece off the pastry and shoving it into their mouth. “Not as much as you like that chicken though.”

“Leave me alone, I’m hungry.” I grumbled.

They pushed the rest of the pasty toward me. A silent offering. I gladly took it with a smile.

“Wait here!” She said suddenly.

I watched as they leapt up from the table and snuck their way past a waitress and into the kitchen. What the hell was she doing. A few minuets later they snuck back out of the kitchen with a plate piled with food.

“Hope you don’t mind your food touching. I had to be quick so no one saw me.”

This girl really just stole food for me. I think I’m in love. I felt like a silly little teenager again. If Hoyt could see me right now, he’d never let me live this down. And Tommy would be swooning with me. He had liked my previous girlfriend, before the incident.

“I don’t mind a bit” I grinned.

It seemed she didn’t care that I wasn’t proper with my food. I wasn’t a slob, by any means, but was it a sin to enjoy good food? People like my brother and I had to eat a lot. I always felt sluggish and crappy when I had to wait a while for food. They must have noticed my hesitation because they spoke again.

“It’s ok, I like watching you eat.”

It was almost comical how wide their eyes got after that, and I couldn’t bite back my laugh.

“Not in a weird way or anything, you just seem to be enjoying yourself. It’s nice.” They quickly added.

“I am.”

“Good. Now eat up before it gets cold. I have to sneak the empty plate to the dishwasher. I don’t want Greta to get in trouble for the missing food.”

The rest of the meal was mostly in silence. I swore they must have had about seven cups off coffee. How were they not crawling out of their skin right now. I distracted the cook by flirting so they could slip back in through the door undetected, then they met me out back by the dumpster.

“You’re really good at that.” I commented.

“Perks of being fun sized I guess.”

Could they possibly be more cute? I mean the clown costume was adorable, but I wondered what they looked like normally.

“Hey Blinky?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you always dress like this?”

“Oh, this? Ummm kinda. I mean I wanted to be extra fancy today to make a good impression at the farmers market. But sometimes I’m more causal I guess.”

Normally when people thought of ‘fancy’ it was cocktail dress and pearls or suits.

“Why, does it look bad? I guess I could have been a little neater on the seems, but my sewing machine is ancient and doesn’t like to cooperate very much.”

“You made this?”

“Uh huh! I based it off of one of Mama’s vintage soap operas. The main character was more of a mime, but I don’t know how to make a Barrett yet so I just simplified it to be like a vintage clown.”

“You’re adorable you know that?”

I could practically see the blood rush to their cheeks. As they furiously tried to rub it away, only serving to make them cuter in my eyes. They were embarrassed.

“Would you like me to drive you home?”

“No, you can’t go to the house.” They exclaimed quickly.

I suppose that made sense, we’re still didn’t know ecagitehr very well. It’s not smart to give people your address.

“Not that that wouldn’t be nice, thank you for offering. But my families very… private. Umm but you could drop me off down the road and I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

“Alright.”

I could tell they were hiding something, and my mind raced with a million reasons why. I settled on perhaps their family was homophobic. I mean we’re we’re in Texas, that wasn’t uncommon. Even my own family was pretty bad about it, all expect Tommy. He was the glue that held us together, and the only thing keeping me from leaving. I drove to the spot they asked me to drop them off. Driving faster on the way back as I had promised.

“I wish I could go that fast on my regular bike.” They said.

I chuckled. They turned to look at me, but their eyes looked sad.

“I gotta go before my Dad comes out looking for me. I didn’t tell anyone I was gonna be out so they’re probably really mad.”

I frowned.

“I didn’t mean to-“

“No, no it’s not your fault. I wanted to go. This- this was fun. Perhaps if you’re staying in town a few days…”

“I would love to hang out with you again.” I calmed their nerves.

“I usually finish my chores before 5pm. Meet me back here tomorrow?”

“Sure.”

They started to walk away but I stoped them.

“Hey Blinky?”

“Yeah?”

I held out one of my switch blades for them.

“Maybe if we’re going to continue meeting in dark alleys, you should have something to protect yourself with.”

The took the knife slowly, examining it.

“I can’t take this, it’s yours. And it looks expensive.” They frowned.

“I insist. Wouldn’t want to find my date bleeding out in an alley somewhere.” I joked.

“Yeah, I guess that would kinda ruin things wouldn’t it? I’ll see you around Macy. Thank you, for today I mean. It was perfect.”

I did a fake bow before watching them disappear into the dark. I wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight, far too excited about this new development to sleep. But I was itching for a taste of something more. I’m sure I could find some sorry sap out here to kill tonight. Stop me from running after Blinky and scaring them off.

Blinky’s POV:

I waited until I was out of sight and I heard her bike drive off into the distance, before I let out a little happy dance. Sure, I’d had crushes before, little in content ones. But they always seemed to disappear. I wasn’t stupid, I knew what happened to them. That’s why I would have to keep Macy a secret. Keep her far, far away from my family.

I mean she looked like she could handle a fight. But I didn’t want my family getting hurt either. I sighed in frustration. She was different from anyone who ever came to this town. She was tall, beautifully handsome, funny, smart. And she gave me her knife. But little did she know how perfect a gift it was. I got sad when I thought about long term. It inevitably wouldn’t work out and one or both of us would end up with our hearts broken.

But tonight was so freeing. And I didn’t want that to end. Maybe it was selfish of me, but these next few days I would remember and cherish forever. Even if she went back home where it was safe, and never talked to me again. I slowly pulled open the front door.

“And where the fuck have you been?” Otis’ booming voice called.

“A walk.” I said nervously.

“A walk, really, in the dark?”

“Mmmhmm, bought a new knife.” I said, showing off the gift as a makeshift alibi.

He squinted his eyes at me, but seemed to be satisfied with my response.

“Just tell someone where you’re going next time Yeah? Spaulding got back from the gas station and you were nowhere to be found.”

“Awww, we’re you worried?” I teased.

He scoffed, turning his back and walking away.

“Goodnight Blinky, and I mean that. Go the fuck to bed, we’ve got a busy day ahead of us.”

“Yes dad.”

An: A reminder that Blinky uses both She and They which is why it switches so much. I tried to make it seem as natural as possible.

#Macy love-Hewitt #Macy Hewitt #thomas hewitt #leather face #texas chainsaw massacre #Texas chainsaw au #house of 1000 corpses au #blinky firefly #Blinky #cannibalism #cannibal oc #new oc

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a/n: once again i’m gonna lie and say this is an x reader but we all know it’s selfship hell cw: fem!Reader, fluff, slight angst, one kiss, kind of one sided pining, eludes to a polycule, unedited word count: 2.3k ──────────────────

"Maybe I scared him away."

"Shut up Shuji."

"C'mon. You saw the look on his face."

With unlit cigarette in hand, Shuji pinched the filtered end to bring it up to his lips before looking over at you. Your brows pinched together. Never a good sign. So he put off lighting his smoke if only for a second.

"If you're so worried, just go over to his house." It wasn't a magical solution but still a solution none the less that Shuji offered, "What's he gonna do, call the cops?"

Eyes peeled off the blank phone screen in the palms of your hands, your scowl deepened and that made him chuckle before you ever said a word, "One of us with a record is enough I think."

Rolling the cigarette between his long bony fingers Shuji couldn't help but laugh at the idea of you even doing something warranting police enforcement, "Just shut it and go check on him. Pretty sure he's just swamped with textbook something."

"Not like you'd know what that was like," Your quip was quick and meaner than you intended. While Shuji didn't seem to care as he put the smoke back between his lips and lit it. There was still the reality you felt either guilty or anxious. Which you couldn't decide yet, "...what if he doesn't want to see me? What if I said something wrong?"

Tendrils of smoke leaving Shuji's cigarette as it burned between his fingers. He couldn't help but turn an arrogant all knowing smile your way, "How you ever gonna know that then huh? You a mind reader or something? Playing with the dark arts while I did hard time."

"Shuji oh my god shut up," You balled your fist just to slug him in the arm. Knowing it would do nothing but once your fist made contact with his jacket you did feel a little better. Maybe you did get why Shuji and Keisuke were always ranting and raving about fights. Still, this wasn't getting you anywhere and you stared back at your reflection in the tiny black phone screen, "What if he's mad at me?"

"And what for?"

Wracking your brain about it. Leaving no stone unturned in the last time the three of you hung out. You had even bought him an extra thing of yakisoba even after he insisted the two of you just share the one he made. By all accounts the last time you hung out seemed totally normal. Leaving a mystery to fester in your mind as to why suddenly Keisuke stopped even texting you.

"You're gonna set yourself on fire and I only have so many cigarettes to smoke if you're gonna be my light," Shuji's albeit slight rudeness broke through your thundering thoughts. Bringing you momentarily to the present when he reached out with his non dominant hand and palmed the top of your head while taking a drag and blowing it away from your face, "Go over there and kiss him or something. Pretty sure it'll bring him back to his senses or something."

Swatting his hand off your head the scowl only deepened, "And what reliable source are you coming up with this bullshit Shuji?"

"Reliable source?" He turned with the biggest grin on his face, "The only reliable source I need, is knowing I'd want you to come kiss me too. So go do it already man."

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What a crap load of advice. This long and for some reason you still stupidly listened to Shuji when it seemed like he meant well by his words. But as you stood the mere seconds after ringing the familiar doorbell. You couldn't believe how your heart wanted to rip its way from your chest. And simply jump over the apartment balcony railing.

Suddenly it was too late.

Any plans to forfeit coming over were dashed when the door opened to the well known face of Keisuke's mom. Her eyes going from grouchy to lighting up the second she saw it was you.

"There's my girl!" She brimmed with excitement before dipping outside the door frame and looking back and forth down the corridor of apartments, "Where's Shuji?"

You reach up and palm the back of your neck nervous. Having thought for a second dragging him along to entertain Ms. Baji with his constantly running mouth could have been good repentance for his shit advice. Still though you smiled through the nerves and glossed over that, "I don't know he said he had something to do like a big jerk. Besides, I came to check on Keisuke..."

"Check on-" she looked all but surprised to hear that, "He just finished lunch and went back to his room not sure what he texted you but he's been studying all week. You want me to go get him?"

"No no no." You quickly shut that down, "I don't want to be a bother."

The look on the woman's face softened and she stepped aside to usher you into her home, "He's been so good these last few days, go surprise him. I know he'll love it."

Unable to tell the woman that always made you feel at home a solid no. She at least seemed to know what was going on with her son. So maybe he was genuinely just busy with exam work? You thanked her and slipped your shoes off before making towards the back of the apartment where Keisuke's room was.

Like it was patterned in your brain now. The footsteps it took you to reach his door where only a few. His mom telling you that if you need anything just to come ask her. But when you stood in front of his closed door. You realized you couldn't ask her for the confidence to knock on the door.

With knuckles wrapping against the door. The subtle echo of the knock filtering into the room behind the door. You heard a shuffling followed by a loud curse and something you didn't understand behind it. And just like when Ms. Baji opened the door. Keisuke flung open his bedroom door to offer a scowl turned surprise when his brown eyes laid on you.

"Um...hi." You manage with a half cocked smile and a little wave.

He seemed utterly caught off guard. And when you peaked past him to see the books on the desk all flung open. You felt bad startling him and pulling him away from his studying.

"Oh." Keisuke swallowed hard and mimicked his own mother when he looked past his door around, "Where's Hanma?"

You shook your head, "Just me today. I hope that's alright?"

Keisuke all but clammed up as he shuffled his feet, rubbed the back of his neck and tried to look elsewhere while leaning into his door frame, "Yeah no. Fine. Totally fine. I um- Do you want to come in?"

Beckoned into the room you'd been in more times than you could count. Keisuke plopped himself back down in his desk chair while you sunk into his half made bed. Sharing a glance with him then to the books on his desk. Then right back to him to see his eyes had never left yours. He seemed nervous, like when you first started hanging out. Driving home the thought that you might have done something wrong until finally the dam burst and you spilled it out in the form of word vomit.

"Are you mad at me? I'm sorry about the yakisoba I can buy more if you want- I just didn't want to overstep and-"

"Mad?" Keisuke echoed only the one word of yours he caught, "Mad?"

"Mad...mad....at me?" You slowed down, wondering why that wasn't clear enough.

Something akin to shock replaced itself on Keisuke's face, "Mad?? Why would I be mad??"

"Because you stopped texting me? You didn't answer anything when I asked if you wanted to hang out- or to grab you snacks or- or- did I do something wrong?" Your voice waivered a little bit. In the past three years not once had you even a sliver of doubt that Keisuke might dislike you. Now though the seed was sown and you fretted over staying your welcome as his friend suddenly. Your worry so clearly painted all over your face.

What came from him wasn't reassurance. Or a lie. Or what could even be explained as the truth. Keisuke reached up and tucked his hair back behind his ear even as it became harder to look at you directly, "I'm not mad...I just though, you were done was all."

"Done?" Your turn to parrot just one of his words.

Keisuke picked at the nape of his neck. Running fingers half way through his hair and allowing more of it to cloud his vision. And subsequently more of you from his peripheries as he tried to not make a big deal out of what he decided without your consent, "Hanma got out a little while ago I just figured...I didn't need to be a weird third wheel or some crap."

"Third- Keisuke you are not-" The thought was just down right appalling to you. And that clearly translated onto your face when Keisuke glanced over at you to see you scoot closer to the edge of his bed looking right at him, "I love hanging out with you. I love being around you. What are you even talking about with this crap?"

His idea of how he was going to handle this chipped away with each word you spoke. Leaving him unsteady on his footing just before it might all come crumbling down, "You like Hanma- And you saw me weird notebook but didn't- Listen I know you're just lying to save face and my feelings cut that crap I don't-"

Lifted off the bed in a second. Leaning your weight into just your toes when you cupped his round face. Palms flush to his cheeks so Keisuke was all but still when you planted your lips firmly against his in the heat of the moment before too much more spilled from his mouth.

Left in the wake of the rushed kiss. Keisuke didn't even close his eyes. Blinking at you when you slowly opened your own. Cheeks burning and his tinted with red. You could bring yourself to break the kiss off but you couldn't bring it in you to take your hands from his cheeks.

"I love being around you." You repeated, this time softer in an almost whisper, "I...I love being around both of you. This has been...It has honestly been the happiest in my life." You break through with a sheepish smile as your hands slowly drop from his face, "The two of you. Together. I feel invincible. I'd loose so much if I lost you, Keisuke."

The same hand that he had tucked his hair back with. Raised to feel the buzz to his bottom lip. Wide brown eyes staring at you while he still simmered in the lingering thoughts of that kiss, "You- I- The kiss-"

"I'm sorry." You bow down to him almost embarrassed that is what came up in the midst of all this, "That was Shuji's idea I just-"

"Hanma?"

You looked up to see Keisuke turned completely towards you now, "Uh- Yeah he said I should kiss you so I-"

"He told you to kiss me?" Keisuke all but looked ready to burn out at the idea you casually dropped in his lap.

"Oh god I shouldn't have should I? He was fucking with me I just knew it but I wanted to and-"

"You wanted to kiss me?"

You stopped and looked at him all but surprised, "Well....yeah."

Keisuke, with cheeks burning chewed on his bottom lip where it still buzzed before sheepishly speaking up, "Do you....want to do it again?"

The choice thrusted back into your court. You felt your heart racing like it had been before you got here, "...do you want me to?"

It wasn't much but Keisuke nodded very slowly. Hands gripping his knees as he sat stone still in his chair. Facing you but really it looked like he was more ready for a doctors appointment and not a kiss.

Once more, less rushed than before, you cupped his cheeks. Turning his face up towards yourself just in time to when you leaned down to him. Meeting the softness of his lips in a way you couldn't quite comprehend. It wasn't brash like the impulse before. Tender and longing when Keisuke willing pushed back into you and his eyes fluttered shut.

The peacefulness suspended the anxiety for the moment. When your felt the cold air hit your lips again. Awaking your senses to what it was like not to be kissing him. You opened your eyes to see him still with his eyes shut and lips slightly puckered like he was enjoying the kiss.

"Keisuke?"

His eyes rushed open and he looked up at you even as a lump moved down his throat when he swallowed, "...yeah?"

"I like you a lot, ok?"

Keisuke's knuckles turned white with how hard he was gripping his knees. Until finally the released like the nerves fraying at the ends of his mind. Quieting them down as he took a deep breath leaned into your touch, "I...like you a lot too."

A smile crawled up on your lips. It wasn't a kiss but as you laughed and rubbed his nose with yours before taking him into a giant hug. Smooshing him against your body and feeling Keisuke wrap his arms around your waist just in time to tighten the hug.

"...Why exactly did you kiss me?" He asked with a slight mumble against your shirt.

"Oh," You pulled away grinning down at him, "Shuji told me to do it. Guess that idiot was right this time."

#tokyo rev #tokyorev #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev hanma #tokyorev baji #baji keisuke #hanma shuji #baji #hanma #hanma x reader #baji x reader #baji keisuke x reader #hanma shuji x reader

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