tape party

13 REASONS WHY (spoilers!)

Tape 1, side A: Justin
Took a foto of Hannah, ruined her reputation. She’s called a slut.

Tape 2, side B: Jessica
Was her best friend. Same for Alex.
FML forever.. not. Jess and Alex become something and leave both Hannah. Jess slaps Hannah and says she’s the reason Alex broke up with her.

Tape 2, side A: Alex
Made the list. Best butt: Hannah Worst butt: Jessica

Tape 2, side B: Tyler
Stalked Hannah, took a picture of Hannah and Courtney while kissing.

Tape 3, side A: Courtney
Doesn’t wanted to come out so she spread lies about Hannah that she was acting like a slut.

Tape 3, side B: Marcus
Marcus let Hannah down on a date. He tried something on her but she wanted it. He called her easy.

Tape 4, side A: Zach
He was good for her. Until he said something stupid and she rejected him. After that he stole her compliments in her bag. Why Me?

Tape 4, side B: Ryan
Hannah wrote a personal poem and Ryan published it in Lost&Found.
He broke her spirit.

Tape 5, side A: Justin (2)
Hannah was in the room when Justin ‘let’ Bryce rape Jessica on her party.

Tape 5, side B: Sheri
Sheri drove against a stop board and didn’t report that. She was with Hannah in the car. Because of that, a man and Jeff end up in an accident where Jeff dies. Sheri let people think that Jeff was drunk and that it was his own fault.

Tape 6, side A: Clay
His name does not belong on this list, but he has to be on it to tell the story. He’s good and kind. But he left her in that room. It all started with him. 'I love you Hannah.’.. 'Clay, why didn’t you say this to me when i was alive?’

Tape 6, side B: Bryce
Just one thing: he raped Jessica and Hannah, he’s an asshole

Tape 7, side A: Mr Porter
She decided to give life one more chance. But this time she was asking for help… he didn’t help, he only made it worse.

'Some of you care, none of you cared enough.’

CHILLING TALES FOR DARK NIGHTS: HORROR STORY MASTERPOST

Chilling Tales for Dark Nights is my favourite YouTube channel. It has some wonderfully creepy stories read by the most fantastic narrators. I’ve made a masterpost of all my favourite stories from them, but there are so many more aside from these. (Warning: some of these are pretty damn scary and contain triggers such as murder, violence, bullying, eating disorders and abuse. There are no screamers.) 

The House on the Lake

I’m At Your Bedroom Window

The Strangest Security Tape I’ve Ever Seen

Hunger

Smee

Why I Didn’t Shower for 21 Years

My Last Night Babysitting

Sickly Sweet

The Costume Party

The Thing That Will Kill Me

The Piper’s Burden

Lewis Was an Odd Boy (song)

The Hearse Song (song)

My Basement

Know Thy Neighbour

The Thing that Stalks The Fields

The Midnight Man

The Tapping Next Door

The New Mother

Daycare

Open 24 Hours

The Nail

I Told You to Smile

The Russian Sleep Experiment

Emerald Eyes

In The Darkness of The Fields

Under the City

Happy birthday, Logan

Prompt: “You’re actually a man child”
Pairing: (my pick) Logince!!!
Requested by: @killerfangirl3
Tagging: @velocifoxy
AAAAH OK SO this is one of s e v e r a l prompts I got tonight, and while it was gonna be short and include multiple prompts, I CANT HELP MYSELF so hopefully you like fluff. Because that’s all this is. It’s just. Really a lot of fluff. Princey is too fun to write. Btw it’s p late when I finished this, so please forgive any typos/grammatical errors… please take this away I’m so tired. (May have been inspired my Thomas’s actual birthday coming up 🎉)

Triggers:
All I can think of is that someone gets tackled to the ground, theres consent talk (always ask, kids. Princey just forgets people can’t read his mind), they kinda argue a little mid kiss, and they… might makeout a little. (Spoiler: they definitely makeout a little).


Logics birthday was going to be perfect. Not that he cared. Logic thought it was silly to pick separate birthdays from Thomas, just to celebrate themselves, but Roman considered himself very convincing. So, if logic wouldn’t do it himself, he’d just do it for him! Easier said than done, however.

Roman ran a hand through his hair, which was a lost cause at this point, sending down a shower of cheap craft glitter. Parties where his thing! He loved them. The attention, the excitement, everything! Unfortunately, planning… wasn’t.

So here he was, midnight, the night before the party, with tape stuck to his everything, in a hell of his own creation, surrounded of a nest of craft supplies and ripped paper, trying to figure out how to wrap things so perfectly like he sees everyone else do. It works in his head, he just… the black and white chalkboard themed wrapping paper ripped. Again.

He threw his head back in frustration.
“UGH, You’re actually such a man-child, Roman, what is wrong wi-”

“I don’t think you’re a man-child.”

Roman fell backwards onto a pile of tissue paper. Leaning on the door frame, looking at him over his glasses with his ‘teacher with an idiot student’ face, was Logan. Princey glared at him from the floor.
“You shouldn’t scare a man with scissor, Logic. You should know that… how long have you been standing there?”
Logic shoved off from the door frame and walked towards him, keeping his arms folded.

“A while. Did you know you talk to yourself in spanish sometimes?” Roman nearly forgot what he was doing, watching logic try to keep his mouth from smiling. When he remembered, he fell dramatically back onto the pile of half wrapped books. (Ow, part of him said. Worth it, said the rest of him.)
He pointed the scissors in his hand at Logan like a sword, though it was somewhat diminished by the fact that they were kiddy scissors.
“Stay back!”
Logic snorted, trying to see around him to what he was covering. “There’s no reason to hide them. If you wanted to throw a party, you should have just said so, here, let me help-” “No!”
Princey jumped up, tackling logic to the ground. All he could think about was 'this birthday has to be perfect he works so hard and wow our faces are close now hang on w h a t’
“…Okay.” Logic said slowly from the floor.
“I have… several questions.” In his excitement, Roman had actually pinned logic to the ground, his hands braced on either side of his head. He froze. 'This is it. The most. Unsuave moment of my life.’
Logic adjusted his glasses.
“First of which. Is that glitter in your hair?” Princy felt his cheeks heat up even further. “…yes.” His voice cracked a little. … ok maybe more than a little.
“That’s going to be hell to get out. Alright… now, why exactly… do you have glitter in your hair at midnight?” Roman sighed, shifting uncomfortably. “…Because it’s your birthday tomorrow.” Logan furrowed his brow. “I do not have a birthday.” Roman sat up, throwing his hands in the air in frustration.
“I KNOW! You don’t have one! You don’t care about birthdays! You don’t care about picking on movie night, you don’t care about telling us what your favorite food is, you just eat, and sleep, and work without asking us for anything! It’s like we aren’t allowed to care!” He let his hands drop to logics chest, trying to keep tears out of his eyes.
“I just. I wanted to do something. For once. To say that I see how hard you work. It was foolish of me I- I apologi-”
Logan moved remarkably fast for someone with a grown man sitting on his stomach.
He sat up and grabbed Roman by the collar in one move, pulling him close, so close that he could feel tears on logics face too and they were almost touching and WHY wasn’t he DOING ANYTHING- “… Roman?”
He had his eyes shut tight. He might have been holding his breath. “Yes what?” “Can I kiss you?”
His eyes snapped open. “What!?” “I sai-” “no I heard you, I’m just confused why exactly you would ask such an idiotic question!” Logan pulled away slightly, or as much as he could in the situation, looking away and readjusting his necktie.
“I should have read the situation better, my apolog-” “IM SITTING ON YOUR LAP CRYING ABOUT HOW MUCH I CARE FOR YOU, WOULD YOU JUST KISS ME ALREADY?”
Roman felt ridiculous. He had his arms folded like a three year old and tears running down his face, but Logan still leaned in, smiling like he was the sun, ghosting a thumb over romans cheek. “Consent is important.” “I know….” princes didn’t pout. But Roman didn’t care about being princely at that exact moment. “Do you forgive me?” He huffed. “I’ll forgive you when you stop running yourself into the gro-”

logic pressed his lips to his, gently, hands pressing lightly at the small of his back. When Roman threaded his hands in his hair by the back of his neck, pulling him closer, he sighed, and began to kiss in earnest.
Roman, growing less upset by the minute, still mumbled between kisses.
“Ok well- I don’t think- this is- a reliable debate tactic-” Logan hummed, moving to pepper kisses to Romans jawline.
“A-and you really ruined the- the surprise. I was so looking forward to- you are being very distracting!” Logan grinned up at him sheepishly.
“I’m sorry. Did you still want to wrap the presents?” Roman sighed.
“I… not that I’m not enjoying this but… kind of. I know it ruins the surprise, but I… wouldn’t mind some help.” He put his hands up defensively “I know it doesn’t make sense, I just. I really wanted this to be nice. For you. Stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like I’m doing something amazing! I’m just. Doing normal people things. Like being bad a wrapping presents.”
Logic picked up one of his hands, and brushed his lips to the back of his knuckles, like in a romance novel. “You are being amazing, Roman. You always are… wait. is there- is there tape stuck to your hand-” “THIS IS NOT MY AREA OF EXPERTISE, LOGAN!”

The few short hours before sunrise were spent attempting to wrap the every book neatly, although most of it ended up with logic flipping through them, enthusiastically spouting out facts while Roman leaned on his side, filing away all the exited looks on his face, and occasional kissing. They only got through about half by morning, and morality woke up to them lying in a tornado of tissue paper and tape, Logan with a book on his face, and Roman curled up besides him, tucked under one arm. He smiled at the two over his coffee cup while anxiety took as many photos as he possibly could.
“Happy birthday, Logan.”