The Boys Preference & Imagines {under editing}

🔪Cold Heart Killer🔪~Josh

Another night in yellow light
Hearing people stumble home

It was cold. Dark. Raining. Her feet were throbbing. She had no shoes on. She had to get out as soon as she possibly could. The yellow glow of the street lights highlighting her features.

Lighting up, I'm tired of wondering if you're alone

All the lies and secrets. She knew about the other women, but it wasn't just about the other women. There was more than that. Things that were worse than that. A lot worse.

But my friend's keep saying he's a cold heart killer

She should have listened. She didn't want it to be true, she knew it was but she didn't want it to be. She's just glad she got out while she could. It could have been her. She could have been next.

Make you crazy, yeah, he's smooth as liquor
So damn dangerous, I got too close
Oh, I should've known better

Josh was, still is, and always will be a manipulator and a sociopath. The 'I Love You's were all fake. She loves him, but it's unrequited. Her love for him is the only reason he's still a free man.

I'm telling myself, I'm telling myself
I don't need you anymore
I'm telling myself, keep telling myself
I don't need you anymore

She's hurting. She's hoping the rain will mask the salty tears streaming from her face. For the most part, it is. But rain can't hide red, puffy eyes or the broken expression on her face or even the light whimper that's heard now and again.

It's like every time you're out of mind
Somehow you creep in my head
I catch myself, can't help myself
Thinking about us back then

The expression on his face is printed in her brain.
His laugh is ringing in her ears.
His eyes are watching her everywhere she goes.
The mess.
The screams.

Then I remember you're a cold heart killer

The blood.

Make me crazy, yeah, you're smooth as liquor
So damn dangerous, I got too close
Oh, I should've known better

That image is stuck in her head and probably will be until the moment she takes her last breath. It'll probably be there everytime she closes her eyes. Haunting every dream and turning it into a nightmare.

I'm telling myself, I'm telling myself
I don't need you anymore
I'm telling myself, keep telling myself
I don't need you anymore

All that wasted time she spent on him. Obviously she doesn't need him. Right?

(I'm telling myself, I'm telling myself)
(I don't need you anymore)I'm telling myself)

Maybe he's right.

(I don't need you anymore)

Maybe she does need him.

(I'm telling myself, I'm telling myself)

She turns around and goes back.

(I don't need you anymore)

Josh is a Cold Heart Killer.

(I stole this imagine from my Finn Wolfhard Imagines and preferences book lmao)

(edit: whAT THE FUCK IS THIS 😭😭🤣)