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mistojen (mistojen) wrote in rockthatmeme,
@ 2016-01-13 15:17:00

American Beauty/American Psycho Meme

American Beauty/American Psycho

Love is blind. Really, really blind.

You're a normal, innocent person who fell for the wrong guy/girl.
You're a psychopath with so much blood on your hands or so many skeletons in your closet that you thought you'd never find love again.

What happens when the light and the darkness collide?

How to Play:

Post with your character | fandom | and any preferences.
Be sure to mention any scenarios you are interested or not interested in playing. Don't forget to specify which role your character would probably be.
Tag Others.
Be awesome to each other.
Have fun!

Use the RNG to help you pick or choose on your own!

PROMPTS

SCHOOLMATES: You met when you were in school and you've been inseparable ever since.
CO-WORKERS: What happens when the office sweetheart and the one most likely to go postal start talking at the water cooler and hit it off?
NEIGHBORS: My next door neighbor is a little weird, sure, but you don't know them like I do...
THROUGH A FRIEND: They're a friend of a friend and you're starting to wonder whether your mutual friend even knows them at all.
WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME: You're deviating from your regular schedule and find yourself in a really, really uncomfortable situation.
STOCKHOLM SYNDROME: You've been kidnapped by this psychopath but it seems like the longer you spend in their captivity, the loss you feel inclined to escape them.
WILDCARD:Not interested in any of the options or have an idea of your own? Do your own thing; you do you!

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darksciamachy
2016-01-16 10:33 pm UTC (link)

"Well, my dad could come home anytime," he told her. It was a lie, he knew the sheriff wouldn't be home until after midnight, at the earliest. Plenty of time to have some fun with this beautiful, naive little girl.

"So, I don't know. I mean, if you want to wait down here, that's cool. But there's a chair up in my room." He gestured toward the stairs. He was going to get her up there one way or another, but it would be easier if she decided to go on her own. Because really. She'd come this far, he didn't believe she didn't want to go up to Stiles' room with him...

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rebellion_e
2016-01-16 10:42 pm UTC (link)

Chewing on her bottom lip a little, Emmy gave another shy smile. "Oh, yeah, okay. Cool," she said, trying to sound more casual than she felt. The excitement inside her was at a boiling point and how she was managing to keep it cool rather than start jumping up and down and screaming by now was beyond her.

So, Emmy shifted her backpack on her shoulder again and started to move closer to him, heading toward the stairs. She let Stiles lead her up the stairs and into his room. Into his bedroom. She was literally in Stiles Stilinski's bedroom right then and she could feel her hands shaking so she shoved them into the pockets of her jeans.

"So, um okay, I'll just hang out here while you take a shower then, right?" she asked, giving him a small smile.

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darksciamachy
2016-01-18 03:53 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah," he nodded. His eyes raked over her. She was going to be so delicious, when he brought her such exquisite pain. He almost rubbed his hands together thinking about it.

"I won't be long." He'd take a shower, give her time to settle in, to relax. And then he'd pounce, and she'd never know what hit her. The screams would be music to his ears. The final breaths, when at last he released her form the pain he brought down upon her would energize him like nothing else in the world could do.

Doing it all right there in Stiles' bedroom was just bonus.

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rebellion_e
2016-01-18 06:57 pm UTC (link)

Emmy nodded and smiled again. "Okay, cool," she agreed. She waited for him to exit the room to go take his shower and then she started to move slowly around his room, looking at his cork board and the pictures on the walls.

"This is happening," she breathed to herself with a huff of amusement. "God, I should've let him catch me staring forever ago."

After a moment, she finally moved and sat down on the edge of his bed, looking around his room and wondering how exactly her luck had changed so drastically and positively in the past hour.

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darksciamachy
2016-01-19 12:38 am UTC (link)

He took a shower, and was out of the room for a good fifteen minutes. Long enough, he figured, for her to snoop around a little, and get her fingerprints all over the room, and settle in. He knew she was riding some kind of high, because it appeared that Stiles had taken an interest in her.

He had. Oh yes, he had. Only Stiles? Couldn't really talk to her now. He could only fight against the confines of his own mind. His anguish only served to excite and spur the nogitsune on.

"Hey," he said when he slithered back into the bedroom. He only wore a towel around his waist; he hadn't taken a clean set of clothes into the bathroom with him. He shut the door, subtly locking it.

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rebellion_e
2016-01-19 12:57 am UTC (link)

At the sound of his voice, Emmy turned to look back at him and choked on her response greeting, shocked at seeing him moving into the room in just a towel and shutting the door behind himself. Her heart started racing. "Oh wow..." she murmured reflexively before stiffening, eyes going wide. "Hi. Hey. I mean, yeah. Hi."

Emmy bowed her head and raised a hand to her forehead. "Should I...do you need me to—" she trailed off a little, gesturing to the door as she looked up again. Except her eyes moved to rest anywhere and everywhere except on Stiles because she wasn't sure she was supposed to look at him just then.

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darksciamachy
2016-01-22 02:08 am UTC (link)

"What?" He looked at her and arched his brow as if he wasn't sure what she meant. He let the realisation wash over his features. Playing at being Stiles was easy enough, if a bit tedious.

"Oh, no. It's fine. I'm fine, anyway. Are you uncomfortable?" he asked her. Not that he cared. Stiles cared, Stiles wanted her to get the hell out of there. The nogitsune didn't care, and he was the one in control. And he wasn't going to let the girl get the hell out of there. At least, she wasn't going to get out of there alive.

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rebellion_e
2016-01-22 02:39 am UTC (link)

For a second, her jaw flaps uselessly before she realizes that no sound is coming out. Yes, is the answer but, "oh, no," is the one she actually gives. "I'm good, I'm totally cool."

She isn't and she really isn't. Emmy's never seen...anything that would be hiding under that towel. Not on any guy. At least, not in person. But it's his room and it's his body, so if he wants her to see it, then she's certainly not going to complain.

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darksciamachy
2016-01-31 08:21 pm UTC (link)

Stiles would never have let things get this far, and there was amazing beauty in his resistance within his own mind. he was screaming, flailing, panicking like a panicked thing, desperate for the girl to hear him and get the hell out of there before it was too late. The nogitsune thrived on that fear, and the only thing that would make it sweeter for him was to get the girl in a similar state.

He let the towel drop, and kicked it aside. He looked over his shoulder at Emmy, and it was all he could do not to smirk at the look on her face. "What? Do you like what you see?" he asked, turning fully around to face her.

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rebellion_e
2016-02-01 12:41 am UTC (link)

Stiles dropped the towel and Emmy's eyebrows shot up, her body tensed, and her eyes went wide as she took a sharp intake of air. ...and before she could look away again, he turned and caught her looking.

Really turned around.

Emmy's jaw went slack and she forced her eyes up to meet his face. "Huh? Yeaaahhh...no. I mean, I don't...know...um..." Emmy unwittingly let a nervous laugh escape and immediately covered her mouth before another could follow it. "I'm sorry," she mumbled behind it. "Sorry, I didn't mean—"

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darksciamachy
2016-02-03 11:32 pm UTC (link)

"What did you think was going to happen, little girl?" he asked, no longer trying to keep up the Stiles persona. His eyes were dark with malice, his mouth curled up in an evil, twitching smile. "What did you think was going to happen when you left the safety of the school with a boy you don't even know? When you agreed to go home with him, when you eagerly followed him into his bedroom?"

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rebellion_e
2016-02-05 06:11 am UTC (link)

...aaand then things got weird. Once again, her jaw flapped uselessly as she searched for words to respond to the questions and the fact of the matter was that he was kind of right. She was being such a baby right now.

"I don't...I don't know, I..." she stammered. "Stiles, you're kind of freaking me out, um, a little...right now..." she admitted sheepishly, her face burning.

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	darksciamachy 2016-02-07 04:51 pm UTC (link)
	"Are you scared?" He took a step toward her, reached for her shirt front and pulled her to him, ramming her body against his. "You should be scared, and your fear? Is delicious," he purred, leaning in and putting his mouth to her ear. Pale hands tugged at her clothing, and cold lips pressed against the smooth, warm skin of her neck. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rebellion_e
2016-02-07 06:00 pm UTC (link)

His question took Emmy off guard for a second, because the more accurate descriptor would've been nervous, until he grabbed her by the shirt and dragged her to him.

To say that this was not how she'd pictured things going would've been a gross understatement. His lips were cold and unexpected against her skin and she pushed both hands against his chest as he pawed at her clothes.

"Stiles, stop it...I just want to go home," she said, trying to wiggle free, putting extra effort into not sounding as uncomfortable as she actually was. "Okay? I'm sorry. Cut it out."

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darksciamachy
2016-02-07 10:51 pm UTC (link)

His eyes danced with the sound of her blouse ripping. "Be afraid, sweet girl. Be very afraid. Let me see your fear," he purred, his voice low and husky, as if he were whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

"That's it. That's what I crave. Scream for me, Emmy," he cooed. His cold hand forced its way past her blouse, and fingers drifted along the slope of her breasts. He nipped at her neck as his hand walked down to the front of her slacks.

"Do you want to know what I'm going to do to you? Tell me, little girl. Do you know what I'm going to do with you?" He lifted his head, and there was nothing but malice and evil trickery behind his eyes. There was no longer any sign of Stiles, though the boy was trapped in there, screaming and clawing to try and get out.

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rebellion_e
2016-02-09 02:19 am UTC (link)

At the sensation of his hands on her, Emmy squeaked and pushed at him harder. "Stop it!" she yelped in a newly tremulous voice. This was absolutely not what she thought was going to happen in Stiles Stilinski's company. He was being so creepy and, yeah, it was scaring her.

She managed to wiggle away but she didn't get very far seeing as how the bed was right behind her and all she'd accomplished was falling back onto it, looking up at him with her eyes widened and her heart racing. "...please don't hurt me. Okay? I won't tell anybody. About this, I won't say anything, I swear to God, just let me go home. Okay? I won't tell. I swear I won't tell."

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