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UGH YES I used this one before!!

Post-apocalypse, coming back from a resupply mission, injured arm/shoulder but otherwise OK, alcoholic ex-boyfriend upstairs asleep when the heroine gets back to the apartment so she falls asleep on the downstairs couch.

Woken up hours later to her ex holding her up by the injured shoulder and demanding to know where she's been, who she's been with, and starts to slap her around. He's got her pinned down to the floor (hard to throw off a 250lb athlete-turned-alcoholic regardless of how long he's been out of the game) and she's scrabbling for anything she can reach to use as a weapon when her fingers clink against glass. She grasps a bottleneck and swings it up with as much force and she can manage.

***CRACK***

The bottle connects with the side of his bullish head. There's a loud roar of pain and rolls to the left, giving her enough space to scramble free and escape the apartment.

Injury Prompt #861

Hit with a bottle

Oh SNAP @jumper-zuzu

I've done this one but idk if I've made you read it yet.

...got it. Please keep in mind this is just a snippet of a chapter I wrote a long time ago for the digipocalypse story. I scanned it for basic editing/formatting errors but it's 5:30 in the morning and I can't be fucked lol.

CW: attempted rape, assault, violence.

"Naomi, get up," a loud voice demanded. A hand grabbed her by the left shoulder and shook hard, trying to wake her and pull her up to a sitting position at the same time; it ached horribly.

"Ow-what are you doing that hurts," Naomi mumbled as she came to. She tried to shrug the hand away; its grip tightened. A face suddenly appeared before her. She gasped sharply and jumped.

"What the hell is wrong with you? It's me!" The voice growled. It was Lukas.

"I-I'm sorry, you just startled me, and you're hurting me. Let go!" She tried to grasp the back of his hand with her right and pull it away; it didn't budge.

"Where the hell have you been? I heard you got back hours ago." His voice was quiet. The underlying malice frightened her even more.

"We did, I-I mean, well yeah, we did, I went to the Medbox to drop off supplies and get my arm patched up afte-ah!"

A swift blow to the face cut her off. A backhand to her right cheek, the gaudy class ring he always wore dug into her skin. Her head snapped to the side. The strike overwhelmed her and tears filled her eyes. Her breath caught as he pushed his face into hers, noses nearly touching.

"You're really gonna sit there and lie to me?" He asked coolly.

It was then she felt his breath on her face...smelled his breath on her face...old tobacco and paint thinner.

"You're drunk..." she whispered through hitched gasps.

"Maybe I wouldn't have to drink if you'd just COME HOME WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO," Lukas roared. He stood up, yanking Naomi by the shoulder to the floor.

Naomi shrieked in pain, scrambled to put her feet beneath her but was disoriented by pain and darkness. Light flashed fitfully through the small skylight in the room.

'The door...get to the door.....' she thought as she tried to crawl toward it.

"Ohhhohohohoho," Lukas laughed. The sound of it made Naomi's blood run cold. "Where do you think you're going?"

Her right ankle was crushed to the ground under the sole of a booted foot. She screamed again.

Another flash of light came from the overhead window brighter this time, and over the sound of her own crying and Lukas' heavy breathing she heard a low rumble.

"Three days, Little Bird," Lukas murmured menacingly.

Naomi shuddered in terror at the sound of her father's pet name for her in the mouth of her ex.

"Three days you've been off with another man thinking I wouldn't figure it out. Are you really that STUPID?!" The last word boomed from his mouth louder than the approaching thunder. He stood full-weight on her ankle for a brief second as he took a step forward.

"That's not what happened!" Naomi cried. "We went to find supplies for the camp! That's it! And even if I did find someone else. You haven't been my boyfriend for almost a year! You're paranoid! Tanner was right! You're-"

Her sentence was suddenly stifled by a sweaty, clammy palm across her nose and mouth, her slender 5'6" frame dwarfed and pinned by 300 lbs of athlete-turned-alcoholic bulk on top of her.

"SHUT UP!!" Lukas bellowed. He panted heavily. His eyes seemed bloodshot and took on a beast-like quality. His lips curled back, teeth gnashing together with rage. An inhuman roar erupted from his mouth.

Naomi squeezed her eyes shut. He seemed to shout for hours. She tried to look around for something-anything to fend Lukas off with. His hand on her face limited movement. Her arms flailed about the floor, grasping, searching for anything. Her fingernails clinked against glass.

She felt the neck of a glass bottle, grasped it in a shaky hand as Lukas leaned down to her ear.

"If I can't have you..." he whispered. He removed his hand from her face and Naomi let out a strangled sob. His thick forearm slid against her throat, pressure just beginning to cut off her airway. His free hand fiddled with his belt.

"...then I'll just have to take you." He paused as he struggled to push his pants down with one hand. Naomi took the momentary distraction to swing the glass bottle as hard as she could at Lukas' head.

The half-full bottle 'THUNKED' square on the side of his head. The blow stunned him just enough that he rolled sideways off of Naomi. Naomi scrambled to her feet. Lukas' careless hands flailed about trying to grab her but she swung wildly behind her with the bottle, connecting again with something hard. Once the grasping hands fell away from her she dropped the bottle, which shattered, and bolted out the door.

Injury Prompt #1115

Hit with glass bottle

Hope Your Okey!

My mom and my sister were buying mcdonalds today June 26th 2017 @ 1:30 am. As they were in the drive thru they heard a woman crying. My sister saw this lady run pass with blood running down her face being chased by some fucker in a white puck up truck. They called the cops and kept an eye one the girl from a distance untill the cops showed up. The operator said they'd been chasing the truck and that it had started somewhere on the other side of the freeway. This happed on Azusa Ave West Covina, ca. With that being said. If the woman ever sees this: I hope your okey. And I'm glad your safe. And to all the women in the West Covina area and the citys around it. Be on the look out for a suspicious white pick up truck late at night. I have no idea if the cops got the guy.

Hello again!!!can I do an ask for the episode when sebastion throws the slushie in blaines face and the reader just attacks him? (Sebastion deserved a beating for that ong) or could you write about when coach bieste first showed up and when everyone was avoiding her the reader does their best to talk to her(bieste also deserved better, shue and sue were jerks)??? THANK YOU

❥ hiii! so glad to see you on my asks again! i shall write the first option! i apologise that this is late and short and the ending is so abrupt 〒▽〒

definitely deserved pairing: glee x gn!reader genre: platonic, angst warnings: light violence, light assault, sebastian being an ASSHOLE, not rlly a character x reader word count: 1.5k

walking through the library on a monday morning was the usual routine for y/n, rummaging through books for research and song ideas. just as they took a book off a shelf, they were jump-scared by the face of a beaming rachel berry.

“holy shit, rachel. you can’t just do that to a person.” y/n scolded, placing a hand above their chest, trying to calm down their rapidly beating heart. “sorry, was wondering what you were up to. needed something to get my mind off… something.” rachel said suspiciously, looking like there was something heavy on her mind as she walked around the bookcase towards them. y/n noticed the tension but decided not to pry. “i’m just looking through some things.” the two of them made their way to the seating area, joining quinn and tina who were having a conversation.

“hey, guys.” y/n greeted, taking a seat beside the blonde. the two only smiled and waved.

y/n went through their books as the other three had their conversation before blaine came strutting into the library, singing a michael jackson classic, ‘wanna be startin’ somethin’’ alongside kurt, mercedes, santana and brittany. the four joined immediately, used to this at this point.

they all regrouped at the choir room soon enough and discussed about the first michael jackson number they’d do for the weak, planning out costumes based on some of mj’s iconic outfits.

after the rehearsal, a small part of the glee club met up after school the next day. “okay, favourite michael jackson memory. go!” blaine tells them and they all smiled. “when i was one, my mom showed me a vhs tape of his motown special, and when he did the moonwalk across the stage for the first time in history, i uttered my first words - ‘hot damn.’.” y/n grinned at the thought of a baby artie saying those words, finding it totally believable.

“i owe the king of pop a deep debt of gratitude. he’s the first one to pull off the sequined military jacket long before one kurt hummel made it iconic.” kurt boasted, “i have to be honest. i never really got him.” rachel’s words immediately caused everyone’s faces to morph into disbelief. “no way.” “and we are no longer on speaking terms.” y/n and artie share a look.

rachel quickly defends herself, saying she believed he is an amazing performer but she never really got what he was about. though these reasons did not calm them down, y/n could understand where she was coming from.

“okay, but just since you guys are so jazzed about him, i think it’s a good idea for regionals-” “that might not be the best idea.” a new voice entered the discussion and it was a voice they all dreaded. “hey, blaine. hello, everyone else.” sebastian smythe, a member of the dalton academy warblers and basically kurt’s arch nemesis. “does he live here or something? seriously, you are always here.” kurt asked incredulously, flabbergasted at the fact he showed up out of nowhere. y/n snorted before taking a sip of their drink.

artie ignored the two of them, “why don’t you think that’s a good idea?” “because we’re doing mj for regionals.” at sebastian’s words, y/n sighed into their cup before sinking further into the leather armchair they were on. “you see, warblers drew first position, so as soon as i heard what your plan was, i changed our set list accordingly.” he explained with a smug expression on his face, y/n really wanted to punch him.

“i’m sorry, how did you hear?” rachel asked, fully upset. “blaine told me this morning.” y/n’s head turned to look at blaine who only rolled his eyes at the boy, “i just called for a tip on how to get red wine out of my blazer piping, and he would not stop going on about it.” at this point, the whole group was staring at him with an accusing look.

blaine avoids their gazes, “i may have mentioned it.” “how often do you talk?” kurt’s question makes sebastian fake chuckle. “oh my god! hey, kurt! i didn’t recognise you. you are wearing boy clothes for once!” santana had enough after that. “alright, twink, i think it’s time that i show you a little lima heights hospitality.” this made y/n throw their head back against the chair in exasperation, “unless you want to join your relatives in prison, that’s probably not the best idea.” sebastian’s comeback only makes them feel worst. y/n tuned him out as he talked even more, wanting nothing more but for him to leave and go away.

when he did, they sighed. “thank god. i thought he’d never shut up and leave. he’s like those never-ending interactive voice responses you get on automated telephone systems. he never shuts up.” y/n groaned, sitting up straight again. “we need to do something about michael.” kurt announced and they all nodded, agreeing to discuss what to do the next day.

the next day came faster than it could. everyone piled into the choir room and were complaining about the whole incident when puck suddenly spoke up about his suspicions over how blaine was still somehow a warbler. “come on, blaine’s with us. he’d never intentionally hurt our chances at winning regionals.” y/n defended, walking into the room with their sling bag, taking a seat beside blaine. 

blaine gives them a grateful smile, “either way, he’s on notice as far as i’m concerned.” “we should all be on notice.” finn interrupted his best friend, trying to reason with them. “i mean, next to vocal adrenaline, the warblers are the best glee club in the state and for a lot of us, this is our last shot at a championship, so we should stop complaining about the warblers and figure out how to beat them.” finn told everyone, being the voice of reason as usual.

“i couldn’t have said it better myself, finn.” mr. schue commented, walking into the room. “i’m less worried about our set list right now, and more interested in getting us in the right mind-set to crush those guys. which is why our lesson for the week is…” with a marker, he wrote down on the whiteboard ‘wwmjd’. “what would michael jackson do?” “he’d fight back. he’d say regionals is ours. mj is ours, and if they want it, they can pry it from our sequin-gloved hand.” y/n grinned at finn and nodded along, “mhm. straight up. in 1983, mtv said they wouldn’t air his ‘billie jean’ video, what’d he do? he fought back, they aired it and the thriller album sold an additional ten million copies.” artie added and y/n only stared at him, “you’re like a michael jackson encyclopaedia.” they commented quietly, the boy held a hand to his chest. “why, thank you.” he gratefully said.

blaine smirked, “i know what michael would do. i think he would take it to the streets.” at his words, the whole room filled with excited mutters. y/n kept quiet, though. they couldn’t help but feel like something was going to go wrong with this, terribly wrong.

after the glee club dispersed, they tried to chase blaine down before he got too far away. “blaine, are you sure this is a good idea?” they asked as the two of them walked to the entrance of the school. “i’m sure it’ll be all good. we’ll show them that they’re gonna regret taking michael from us, and then we’re going to get him back.” the former warbler said excitedly before heading out the door. “god, i hope so.” y/n whispered to themselves, clutching their bag tightly.

the day of the showdown arrives quicker than they expected. they’d all agreed to wear matching leather jackets, after kurt’s persistent determination, to have some unity. it was the new directions against the warblers after all.

at the sound of santana’s snap, the rest of the group came out and they started their jackson-off. truth be told, having a dance and sing-off in an empty parking lot was a very 60s thing to do but y/n had no complaints. their only complaint was that the more the song progressed and the closer they got to the ending, they’d seen one of the warblers grab a paper bag.

y/n’s eyes widened when they realise that sebastian was going to slushee kurt. “kurt!” they yelled but blaine had thrown himself in front of the boy, getting the liquid assault instead.

blaine yelled out in agony at the impact, falling to the ground as he pressed his palms against his eyes. everyone froze but y/n couldn’t handle it anymore. “you fucking asshole!” they clenched their fist tightly and laid a hard punch against sebastian’s face, making him stumble back towards his group members. “y/n.” finn warned them, placing a hand on their shoulder to calm them down so they don’t rip their rival into shreds.

the warblers soon fled the scene with guilty looks on their faces as they helped sebastian stabilise himself and walked off. the new directions could see that his lip was bruised and his cheek was swollen when he passed by. it was easy for any of them to say, he’s definitely deserved that punch in a while.

Assault on Cupcake Hill

He wouldn’t let me live like this…

I have no idea who you are, but I've been a few months into EDMR therapy ( trauma therapy) and this has been the most heartfelt and touching thing anyone has said to me in the 6 yrs I've dealt with what I went through.

This was not my first SA. I was SA'd as a child. I was trafficked before I was adopted. I was assaulted in high school by an official. I've been through a lot.

I buried it until I broke. But I'm healing. And some days that still looks like breaking all over again. I doubt myself. I struggle. I have panic attacks in the shower. I'll hate who I see in the mirror so I avoid them for days.. I struggle with anxiety, depression, shame.

But I've worked so hard to face things with minimal support. I'm honestly really grateful for this platform and the community it offers. I'm not even entirely sure how to absorb everything you said, no one has ever given that kind of support before 😭🥹💕

How do you process being abused by the love of your life? The first person you bore everything to. You gave your entire heart and soul to. Who saw every ugly, horrible part of you. Who went through unimaginable evils with you....

Who showed you love that you couldn't accept. Who gave you trust that you couldn't return. Who's life you made harder. Who you never appreciated. Who you could only see fault in because of your trauma because you weren't strong enough.

Maybe I did deserve what happened. Maybe I deserved all the nights not knowing what girl he was out with. Maybe I deserved the bruised ribs and having seizures in the rain. Maybe I deserved the SA, if I would have just said yes it wouldn't have happened.

Maybe if I was better, or softer, or quieter, or worked harder, or did more, or fought less...

Maybe it wouldn't be 6 yrs of me falling apart.

Tragic, Really.

A/N: Inspired by @hoseokhasmyheartxx and @orchidyoonkook because Yoon sent the post that @hoseokhasmyheartxx reblogged about a quote: "I know baby, I know." (Condescendingly). And this was born. No idea who the original poster is, the reblog rabbit hole went too far for me to keep looking.

-CW: Violence and kinda gorey, read at your own discretion.

-Hoseok x Reader, almost yandere (probably full yandere hoseok)

This took a fairly dark turn. Enjoy?

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“I know baby, I know.”

His voice was overly sweet. Condescending. His large hands pressed roughly into your side, the stab wound gushing as he released pressure to draw a line of your own blood over your cheek. It didn’t start like this… he had been the sweetest, most attentive and caring boyfriend in the world. But when Yoongi started spending time with you, something changed. He became quicker to anger, he pulled you closer with more force than necessary, kissed you in front of Yoongi for no reason. He had changed overnight and now you were here, laying on the floor beside Yoongi, Hoseok hovering over you with his normal joyful smile.

Your head shook from left to right, legs pushing you away from his crazed smile and harsh touch. He tsked and looked like you had shot his dog, his eyes watering before he grabbed you around the waist, pressed his thumb into your wound and pulled you back. The only difference now was he had settled over your thighs, not just leaning over you from your side.

Tears tracked down your bloody cheeks, eyes dancing from Yoongi to Hoseok, his smile still firmly in place. Your struggle resumed despite the sharp pains it caused, his thighs tightening around yours as he pressed your wound harder, reaching behind him to grab a discarded bottle of Soju that had been involved earlier in a drinking game. Your eyes caught the shine of the glass, head shaking side to side in denial even though you knew exactly what he was about to do. His disappointed tsking made you freeze, eyes trained on the hand holding the bottle of alcohol. The tilt of the bottle tensed your stomach, pain pulling a strained cry from your raw throat. The liquid hitting your wound and pooling in it caused a burning sensation to spread through your body, the dried blood around it flaking as a new source of wetness pulled it from its new place on your skin.

Screaming at the added pain, you saw Hoseok frown through hooded and blurry eyes, his smile somehow bigger as he watched you writhe. His hand tilted again, the Soju burning an imaginary hole through the existing one in your side. You thought watching Hoseok change so drastically was the worst pain you had ever felt, but as he took a few sips from the bottle and chucked against the wall before he leaned down to your ear, plush lips brushing it lightly, you realized whatever happened next would be even worse than losing your brother.

“This could have been avoided, Y/N. How could you do this to me?! You left me for him. Your attention wasn’t mine. I had to do it. You understand, right? Of course you do! You love me~!”

His whisper sent rough shivers through your body, his hand pressing against your wound again. You coughed violently, blood spilling past your lips as you struggled to breathe. A new, duller and redder shine caught your eye as you spoke roughly.

“He’s my brother! I couldn't-”, you coughed again, watching the shine become clearer in your blurred vision, “I couldn’t just abandon my family for you!”

A growl left him. Your pulse quickened against his lips as he trailed them down your neck. His hand raised above you as the shine grabbed your attention once more. The knife. There was nothing you could do, even if you were afraid. You couldn’t be scared to death, you were right on the brink of it anyways. So as his hand raised, his monologue continuing, you closed your eyes and waited for the greatest pain of your life. Being killed by the one man you had loved more than anything. The knife pierced your chest with a dull thump, your body lurching as you coughed up more blood. You could feel his eyes as he watched the blood drip down the edges of your jaw, his laughter filling the space as he pulled the knife back only to plunge it back in moments later.

“If even I can’t have you, then no one will. Not ever. Tragic, really. How you thought you could get away with it!”, his voice raised with a new arc or the knife, your body jerking upwards again.

His voice faded slowly, his laughter following stabs of the knife as he traced his other hand over your body. Seeing a light behind your eyes, you smiled. As much as you loved him, the man above you was no longer him. It never would be. For after you let the warmth of the light take you in its embrace, he had let himself go after you, following you to be with you, even in death. In some ways, the news article that would be released days later was accurate. He had gone insane. And you had struggled. But in the eyes of the public, you died as lovers. Hoseok was not your lover at that moment. He had simply been Jung Hoseok. Kind man gone insane.

Really fucking broken I guess

Work vibes is me telling my coworker about the potential armed assault at my neighbours house and she tells me she saw in the news a guy got stabbed in the alley near my house while a customer fucking stares into the distance w eyes getting wider ❤️❤️

Animal Cruelty?

duality of man

"Gay panic" doesn't mean "I had gay feelings and I panicked about it." "Gay panic" means "a homophobe hatecrimed a gay person and claimed that it's not assault because they learned the victim was gay (and must therefore be a predator) and panicked, which means the assault was justified."

It's really important not to forget about "gay panic" and "trans panic" defenses, because they still get claimed in courtrooms TO THIS DAY.

Smashing Boundaries

This was written for the the six-sentence-story prompt BLANKET by girlontheedge. I went to the dark places with this prompt. It has warnings for violence, attempted assault, mentions of sexual assault and could be triggering to you. Please do not read if this will cause you harm, and to the rest of you, read at your own risk. She looked at the blood pouring from his nose and felt no regret, only…

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sidney prescott and billy loomis, or: abusive relationships for dummies

no, but seriously: nothing about sidney and billy’s relationship is healthy. when you deconstruct the timeline of scream, and take into account the details roman gives sidney and the audience in scream 3 (most notably, that he showed billy a video of maureen and hank slinking off together and gave him the idea to murder maureen as a revenge plot), you can quickly figure out that for the majority of sidney and billy’s relationship (if not the whole thing), billy was planning to murder maureen. and leading up to maureen’s murder, sidney didn’t have a clue.

in the first movie (and hell, the first scene with sidney and billy), billy describes the early stages of their relationship as “hot and heavy,” implying to the audience that sidney wasn’t shy with her affection, wasn’t afraid to be alone with billy in her room, and was open to the idea of sleeping with him, perhaps after she had been dating him for an “appropriate” length of time (i.e., the prom night cliché). this is cut abruptly when her mother is murdered. keep in mind, sidney is the one who found the body. sidney is the one who reported it to police. sidney is the one who had to testify in court, recount the details of that night, relive the details of her mother being what the media describes, in canon, as being “savagely raped and tortured.” because her mother died in such a violent way, and because she was the one who had to witness and report it and live through the trial and deal with the subsequent impact of the media, she becomes numb. she’s not the same person she was before. while she didn’t personally experience what her mother did, she’s still a victim—the loss of a parent is a heavy one to cope with, and it’s not something you really ever get over, especially when you’re close to them. i like to think that because neil travels a lot for business, sidney was always close with maureen, but that’s another post for another time.

sidney falls into depression following her mother’s death, and fortunately, she has a strong support system around her; however, it’s clear during the movie that billy’s been a little wishy-washy with that support. while he, at first, does seem like a caring boyfriend ( “i wouldn’t dream of breaking your underwear rule” ), on further observation there’s plenty of indication that he’s carefully manipulating sidney. when he sneaks into her bedroom, she tells him he needs to leave. instead of leaving, he launches into that infamous exorcist speech, which lends itself to talking about how sidney was before her mother’s death. how she was more open and carefree and basically, how they made out more, and now she’s not doing that as much, and *straight white boy voice* it sucks. she teases him, albeit a little indignantly, about how he thought he’d sneak in and they’d just go at it, and he brings up how he’d never dream of breaking her “underwear rule”—this indicates that similar situations have happened before, to a point where sidney’s had to lay out specific boundaries and give it all a name so she can drop it whenever billy’s pushing her past her boundaries, or when she’s just uncomfortable with something and wants to stop. and sidney sheepishly gives an “okay,” which is closer to sounding “worn down” than enthusiastic consent. they make out a bit on her bed, and the second billy slides a hand up under her nightgown, she pushes him off of her, teasing him about it, pretty much gently trying to ease him off of her and out of her room because she was already not completely comfortable with it, but she doesn’t want to make him mad. they exchange a few lines, sidney stresses how she “appreciates the romantic gesture” ( again, likely doesn’t want him to be upset, because subconsciously she’s more concerned about sparing his feelings than actively claiming her own boundaries ). billy flat-out says “about the no sex thing, i was only half-serious.”—this is such a shitty thing to say to somebody, not only because it’s guilt-trippy as hell, but it’s extremely manipulative. he’s basically dangling it over her head, as if to say he’s been patient with her for a year now, but he’s getting tired of waiting around for her to get over her personal shit, i.e. give me what i want or i’m going to leave you. sidney responds to the above…. rather well, asking if he’d settle for a pg-13 relationship before flashing him. he finally leaves, and sidney goes from grinning and giggling, to this:

she’s not happy. she feels disconnected, she feels sad. she wasn’t comfortable with the situation, but she went through with it anyway, because she felt an obligation to. here’s your boyfriend, who drove all the way out to you, who is reminding you about how you two used to be, and he’s been so patient, so what’s a little kiss? what’s a little tongue? what’s a little touching? give a little, it’ll be fine. swallow that discomfort, it’s only getting in the way.

the next example we get of this is two days later, after the news about casey and steve’s deaths break, and sidney’s attacked in her home, and billy’s held in the sheriff’s station overnight because he’s the prime suspect. when sidney finds out from stu that billy was released, her first instinct is to ask him if he was pissed off at her. stu carefully throws out that he’s heartbroken because she didn’t trust him. sidney ends up tearing down the hallway a minute later because of a student running through the hall in a ghostface costume as a prank, and she bumps into billy.

the conversation’s awkward. sidney’s quick to try and clear the air, letting billy know sheknows he’s not the killer, because the killer called her while he was in jail, and billy guilt trips her, again.

“please try to understand—”   “understand what? that my girlfriend would rather accuse me of being a psychopathic killer than touch me?”

he’s quick to go for the jugular with gaslighting techniques. sidney points out that she was attacked and almost killed, and billy immediately points to how sidney hasn’t been the same since her mother died. sidney’s affronted by this, pointing out that her mother wasmurdereda year ago, almost to the day, to which billy pretty much tells her she needs to get over it because “i want my girlfriend back.” and understandably, sidney’s upset by this, and she runs off.

( while this doesn’t apply to billy specifically, it’s important to note that sidney overhears two girls in the bathroom talking about her mother, and how she was a “tramp,” and how sidney’s possibly just like her in that respect. this ties in with the rumors gale weathers has been spreading about cotton being innocent and simply a lover of maureen’s. when sidney and tatum are talking on the porch later that afternoon, tatum also brings up the rumors of maureen having affairs with other men, citing that because sidney’s father was always out of town, it was possible that maureen was an unhappy woman. this becomes important at the end of the second act, when sidney ends up sleeping with billy. )

later that evening, sidney and tatum go to the party at stu’s house. right when sidney’s looking for tatum so they can leave, billy shows up, and they end up going up to stu’s parents’ room to talk.

sidney immediately starts taking blame for everything, saying she’s been “self-absorbed with all this post-traumatic stress,” and pinning her victim complex entirely on herself. billy’s burrowed deep in her head and managed to warp her perception to where she feels like she’s at fault for her relationship being stale, and that her depression and PTSD surrounding her mother’s death is no excuse for her to put up barriers so she can be comfortable in her relationship while she mourns. she’s hoping that cotton weary’s death sentence will bring her closure; and yet with the possibility that she was wrong and the killer might still be out there hanging over her head, she’s not entirely sure she’s ever going to get that closure, so she needs her support system: and while billy hasn’t been supportive of her, and has been more concerned with himself and his needs, she can’t see that. all she can see is that he’s put up with her for a year, and that if she doesn’t give him sex soon, he’s going to leave. she’s lost her mother and her entire world’s pretty much changed for the worse; she doesn’t want to lose relationships she values, and she doesn’t want to lose billy. part of her is afraid to because she doesn’t know if she’ll ever find anyone who will “deal” with her hang-ups like billy has. she’s insecure in that respect, so she gives billy sex because she sees it as the only way she’ll be able to keep him around, and she’s so desperate to maintain that relationship. she no longer sees the validity in her emotions and her limitations because billy’s warped it all to where she thinks she’s being unreasonable and selfish, when it’s the opposite. billy feels like he won’t be able to properly kill sidney unless she’s no longer pure and virginal. what he doesn’t see is that she’s already a victim of trauma, and that’s what ultimately aids her survival in the end.

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(Source: "Hazuki-sensei no Hatsujouki")