twoshoe
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slasherslegacy
kruegerisms
/ some jealousy for fun because I miss these two sm
wait—uhm, who was that and why was she so interested in what /you/ had to say??
kruegerisms
@slasherslegacy Kat straightens at his challenge like she refuses to let him see even a crack in her composure. The confidence she wears is practiced—sharp edges, lifted chin, narrowed eyes—but beneath it, her pulse is betraying her completely. “Please,” she scoffs softly, stepping directly into his space until they’re nearly toe to toe. “You act like you’re impossible to handle.” Her gaze locks onto his, stubborn and unwavering even as her stomach twists itself into knots. She tilts her head up to meet his eyes fully, refusing to look smaller despite the height difference between them. “You wanna know what your problem is?” Kat murmurs, voice dropping lower, smoother. “You think if you keep pushing, eventually I’ll fold.” A beat passes. Then her hand catches the front of his shirt suddenly, fingers curling tight in the fabric as she jerks him down to her height. The movement is sharp, impulsive—far more desperate than she’ll ever admit aloud. For a split second, she hesitates there, lips barely brushing his, breath warm against his mouth as if she’s still deciding whether to commit to it. Then she kisses him. Not soft. Not careful. Kat crashes her lips against his in a heated attempt to silence him, all bottled-up frustration and attraction finally snapping at once. The kiss is messy in the way only something long-denied can be—her free hand sliding against his jaw as if she’s trying to keep control of the moment even while losing herself in it. When she finally pulls back, it’s barely enough to speak, her breath uneven as she stares up at him with flushed cheeks and narrowed eyes. “…There,” she murmurs, trying and failing to sound unaffected. “Happy now?”
slasherslegacy
“ full of myself? not at all. i think i have the perfect amount of confidence. all things considered. ”
oh she was going to keep playing they game of hard to get. that or she was gonna keep pretending she didn't have the hots for him. every single sign pointed him right to that conclusion. she was like an open book right now, maybe even one of those journals with a non-functional lock on it.
“ that's what you always say. hard to ignore or in better words you can't stay away from me. ”
she was adorable trying to be all stubborn about this, while teasing her constantly he never really explicitly stated how he fully felt about her. it was just never spoken about. but a girl could use some context clues.
with one foot in front of the other he slowly walked from being in front of her, to beside her. his arms crossed behind his back.
“ shut me up, kat. ”
* she IS
@kruegerisms
kruegerisms
@slasherslegacy Kat lets out an immediate scoff, loud and dramatic, like the accusation itself offended her on a personal level. “Oh my god, you are so full of yourself,” she huffs, rolling her eyes hard enough to make a point of it. “I was not pouting.” Which, unfortunately, sounds a lot less convincing when she says it like that. Her arms cross tighter over her chest as she shifts her weight, gaze flicking away from him before snapping right back—annoyed that he’s smiling, annoyed that he’s right, annoyed most of all that she can’t seem to stop reacting to him. “And don’t flatter yourself,” Kat adds quickly, tone sharp with forced indifference. “You meaning something to me would actually be embarrassing.” A beat. Then, quieter—muttering more to herself than him: “…you’re just irritatingly hard to ignore.” The second it leaves her mouth, she exhales sharply through her nose and looks away again, jaw tightening. “God, shut up,” she mutters, clearly more flustered than angry now. / she’s such a brat LMAO
kruegerisms
“What? Like what you see, perv?”
/dropping another one-liner because I love them <3
slasherslegacy
although he didn't look at her, he felt her eyes looking him up and down. now normally he'd keep the shirt on. ditch it for a tank maybe. but since she was being a tease over there who said he couldn't have his fun too? at her comment he'd take his time looking over his shoulder at her. “ what was that? " he'd damn well heard her but this was all part of the game.
“ id argue im not really trying at all. if anything im trying too little. all i did was take my shirt off in hopes of cooling down a little bit. ”
“ never said i had you all figured out. but i feel how you're looking at me. might as well give you more to look at, right? ” a smirk tugged at his lips as he looked over his shoulder at her. smug as ever.
@kruegerisms
kruegerisms
@slasherslegacy Kat notices immediately. Her gaze lifts the second his shirt comes off—lingering just a fraction too long before she reins it in, turning her head as if she hadn’t been looking at all. “Wow… subtle,” she scoffs, though the sharpness in her tone feels slightly forced. “Didn’t realize yard work came with a dress code.” Her arms fold across herself, more instinct than attitude, as her eyes betray her again—brief, flickering glances she doesn’t quite control. A faint warmth rises to her cheeks, and she’s quick to mask it with a roll of her eyes. “You’re trying too hard,” she adds, quieter now, though it lacks its usual bite. A pause. “…and don’t act like you’ve got me figured out,” Kat mutters, shifting her weight, composure just slightly off-balance. “You really don’t.”
slasherslegacy
“ not a narrative. just the truth. mom's sick and she needed some help around the house or whatever. told er id take care of the grass and uh trim up her plants in the front. ”
although normally he wouldn't, man this shirt was feeling really heavy against that sweaty skin of his. in fact he might have to ditch the thing entirely and tossed aside.
“ you always happen to just be here, krueger. it's past the point of you dismissing it. i know exactly what you're doing and you know what you're doing. those mind games work on others but they sure as hell don't work on me that's for damn sure. ”
while she was muttering to herself off to the side he stretched, his light grey shirt was clinging to his body. light colors didn't trap heat but it showed off how sweaty he was and clung to his back as he primed the mower up.
coming to the decision that he was burning up and that he could tease too, he tugged his shirt off over his head. tossing it back out of his way. two can play this game.
@kruegerisms
kruegerisms
The night feels wrong in that quiet, suffocating way—like it’s holding its breath.
Kat’s been there longer than she’d ever admit. Watching. Following.
She tells herself it’s boredom. Curiosity. Maybe even irritation.
But she hasn’t left.
And that’s the part she’s trying not to think about.
By the time she finally steps out, he’s already there—blood staining his hands, his clothes, something darker in the way he stands. For a second, she just looks. Not startled. Not scared. Just… taking it in.
Then she exhales softly and leans back against the wall like she owns the alley, one heel hooking against the brick.
“Wow…” she hums, tilting her head, eyes dragging over him in slow, deliberate inspection. “You always look like this after a long night, or am I just catching you at a bad time?”
A faint smirk tugs at her lips, but there’s something sharper underneath it—something searching.
She taps her fingers idly against her arm, gaze flicking briefly to the blood before settling back on his face.
“Y’know…” she adds, voice light, almost playful, “I remember you saying you weren’t like him.”
A pause.
Her smile sharpens just slightly.
“Which is funny,” she pushes off the wall, taking a slow step closer, “because this?” her eyes flick down, then back up, “kinda looks like something straight out of the family scrapbook.”
She stops just short of him, close enough to make it intentional.
“But hey,” Kat shrugs lightly, tone sweet with that familiar bite, “maybe I’m wrong.”
A tilt of her head.
“Wanna tell me whose blood that is… or should I just guess?”
kruegerisms
@slasherslegacy Kat blinks at the outburst—actually caught off guard for once. Her brows pull together slightly as she watches him turn, the shift in him sharper than anything he said before. For a second, she doesn’t fire back. Doesn’t scoff. Just… watches. “Wow,” she mutters under her breath, but it’s quieter now, lacking its usual bite. Her arms loosen where they were crossed, fingers uncurling as she shifts her weight, heels clicking softly against the pavement. There’s a flicker of something in her expression—uncertain, almost concerned—but she masks it quickly. Almost. “I wasn’t in your way,” she says, tone softer than she probably means it to be. A pause. Her gaze lingers on his back, jaw tightening—not in irritation this time, but something closer to frustration she doesn’t understand. “…you don’t have to snap like that,” she adds, quieter, like she’s testing the words before fully committing to them. She takes a small step forward—hesitates—then stops herself, like she’s not sure if she’s supposed to follow or let him go. “Relax,” Kat mutters, but it doesn’t sound dismissive. Not really. Another pause. “…I wasn’t trying to get in your way.”
slasherslegacy
this message may be
offensive
“ just.. leave me alone would you? i have a mess to clean up and i don't need you getting in my way. don't you have other people to bother?
jesus, hop off. ”
the switch up was so sudden, an outburst after his so called monologue. his teeth gritted together and he turned around. muttering to himself as he walked in the opposite direction.
too much like him, he was his own person. the loomis name was more than what he had. B
benjamin didn't want to live in his shadow. he wanted to be greater, better. up until now he kept himself in check but when his anger boiled up it got the better of him. it was unfortunately part of a larger problem he refused to acknowledge. but his mother saw it. short temper — drastic change in mood.
just like billy fucking loomis. besides his mother actually pushing him to go to therapy. to get help. to take the medicine he was prescribed. he didn't need any of that.
@kruegerisms
kruegerisms
@slasherslegacy Kat lets her gaze drag over him again—slow, deliberate, catching on the blood, the way he carries it like it belongs there. Her nose wrinkles just slightly, more attitude than disgust, before she lets out a soft, unimpressed scoff. “Wow. Okay—we get it. You’re so not your dad. Congrats,” she drawls, tone just a little sharper than it needs to be, like she’s overcompensating for something. Her eyes flick up to meet his, narrowing faintly. “And the whole ‘I can kill solo’ thing? Bare minimum, babe. Not exactly impressive.” She shifts her weight onto one hip, heels clicking softly against the ground, arms crossing tighter over her chest—subtle, but intentional distance placed between them now. “And don’t tell me I’m being defensive,” she adds, shooting him a pointed look, one brow lifting in challenge. “You’re the one standing here giving a full-on monologue like I asked.” A pause settles in—thin, stretched. Her gaze betrays her for a second, flicking back to him, lingering just a fraction too long on his face… before she catches herself and looks away again, jaw tightening. “Careful,” Kat murmurs, quieter now, a faint smirk tugging at her lips, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “You’re starting to look a little too much like him.”
slasherslegacy
* ceebee !! <33
kruegerisms
“Well, if it isn’t Loomis’s legacy—tell me, do you always look this good in nightmares, or is that just for me?”
kruegerisms
@slasherslegacy For a second, Kat just watches him—really watches him. And she knows. That look, the confidence, the way he moves like he already has the upper hand—he’s not asking anymore. He’s showing. Using it. Just like she would. Her jaw tightens slightly. “Yeah… I can see that,” she mutters under her breath, more to herself than him. But this time, when he shifts closer—she doesn’t meet him halfway. Instead, she takes a small step back. Then another. Not dramatic, not fearful—just intentional. Putting space between them like she needs it, like being that close is suddenly doing something she doesn’t like. Her arms cross loosely, more defensive than before, even if she tries to make it look casual. “Don’t,” she says, a little sharper now, eyes narrowing slightly—not in anger, but in warning. A pause. Her gaze flicks over him again—quicker this time, like she’s avoiding lingering too long. “You’re not the only one who knows how to play that game,” she adds, trying to regain that edge, even if it’s thinner now. But she doesn’t step back in. If anything, she holds the distance—like she finally realizes that being too close to him… might actually be her losing.
slasherslegacy
“ big talk that i can back up. but i get it. all kinds of guys talk a big game until it comes down to it. but if im one thing it's genuine. im no liar. ill tell you the truth and nothing but. thinking you can back it up and knowing are two different things. ”
at her touch he steps into it, making the light brush to his chest have just a little more pressure behind it.
“ my question to you is what do you consider proof? what action exactly? ” his hand reached out, tucking hair behind her ear as he bit at the inner corner of his lip. clearly he was more than excited. nothing was more thrilling than a woman who talked back, who stood up for herself.
@kruegerisms
kruegerisms
@slasherslegacy For a second—just a second—Kat doesn’t speak. It’s subtle, easy to miss if you’re not looking for it. The way her gaze lingers a fraction too long, the way her lips part like she had something ready and it slipped. Then she recovers—of course she does. A soft scoff leaves her, quieter now, less performative. “Mm. Big talk,” she murmurs, though the bite isn’t as sharp. Her fingers brush lightly against his chest, like she’s testing him—or steadying herself. Her eyes flick back up to his, still sharp, but not untouched. “Everyone thinks they can back it up.” She doesn’t step away. If anything, she leans in just slightly, close enough to feel intentional—even if it’s not entirely. A faint smirk returns, but it doesn’t fully mask the shift. “…guess you’re gonna have to prove you’re not just another one of them.”
elastichunger
/ you made himmm!!!
-cigarettes_slut-
Omgggg
-lostfromneverland
// i love this sm -
OMNI1M4N
OMNI-MAN :
get out of here, kid.
slasherslegacy
“ oh yes, mr. protector of earth let me head home right away just because you told me to. ”
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