#and i don't want to sound like a psycho i know some people just work like that. i'm just not one of those people
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Cream
I saw this idea on tiktok and I don't know where I found it but I had to do something with it so if anyone knows who posted the original idea please tell me so I can credit them :)
Keegan being flirty↓
You hated parties, always have, always will but your roommate, and best friend, loves them. She has one almost every week, sometimes it's university friends, sometimes work friends but this time it's a party for all of the people in your building.
You hate it, it's loud and annoying and people keep trying your locked door. Probably so they can come and hook up on your bed, fucking animals. It's not even like you dislike the people in your building, you just hate parties.
It's moments like these that make you curse your minimum wage job, if only you could have a mini fridge. You wouldn't have to go out there to get the lemonade you so desperately wanted. You've been arguing with yourself over it for a good twenty minutes.
You tried texting your roommate, then calling but she's probably borderline dry humping some guy in the middle of your living room right now. You kind of respect her ability to do that, envy it sometimes. And anyway, you'll probably hear about this guy's sexual skills tomorrow over lunch.
When you finally come to the conclusion that you're doomed to have to leave the sanctuary of your bedroom, you reluctantly open the door. The noise is worse out here. It's shitty club music and the bass is so hard that the cups on the table near the speaker are shaking. Like you expected, your roommate has her tongue down someone's throat, the girl from the floor above actually. She has short brown hair and so far, in your three years of living here you haven't seen her not in a flannel. Upon a quick look around you find that most of your younger neighbours are here.
You almost drop your phone when your eyes land on Keegan. Not only is he so rarely home, because of deployment, you also never took him as a party goer. Equally you find him incredibly attractive and have made a consistent fool of yourself around him, he's always friendly but you assume that's because your best friend is hot and also a bit of a psycho. The last time you saw him, you walked into the door of the lift and your friend simply told him that she knew where he lived, he grinned but nodded and kept his laughter to a minimum or at least he tried to.
You turn so quickly that you walk straight into the boy who lives across the hall from you. He's sweet really, you apologise and hope that Keegan didn't see that because that would be yet another time you made a fool out of yourself, and in your own house. God all you wanted was lemonade.
You look down at the floor and try not to come off as embarrassed as you feel, you just want to get back to your room as fast as you can. When you finally make it to the fridge you grab the lemonade but notice that you've still got left over whipped cream. Your roommate convinced you to get some the last time you went shopping, you can't really remember why but it's there now.
You can't resist it, so you tilt your head back and squirt some into your mouth. As you go to replace the cream you're stopped by a voice, a voice you can place immediately. One that makes your knees weak.
“Got any left?” Keegan looks down at you, his mask concealing all but his steely blue eyes.
“Um what?” You heard what he said but you're frozen and it's like your brain has gone into low power mode.
“Whipped cream.” He clarifies, looking between you and the canister. You stare at him, you probably look like such an idiot.
“You want some?” You ask as if you don't know, as if it's not incredibly obvious.
“Yeah, just squirt some in my mouth.” You try to ignore how dirty that sounded and also try to stop your mind from drifting to how he would sound saying other things.
He pulls his mask up just over his nose. “Um okay?” You reach up but the angle is awkward, you haven't really processed how much taller than you he actually is. “Sorry you can just…um.” You hold the whipped cream out for him but he shakes his head.
You give him a confused look and he lowers himself onto his knees in front of you opening his mouth.
You stare down at him utterly bewildered, a smirk plays on his lips as he looks at your expression.
“Better?”
You stare, glued to the spot and completely frozen for a moment before you come back to reality and conscious thought.
“Um yeah..”
He opens his mouth again and you press down on the nozzle until the cream fills his mouth. You try desperately to keep your thoughts from wondering. You hope he doesn't know how much that affected you but the flush on your cheeks probably does nothing to hide it.
“Thanks princess.” He smirks as he gets up and rolls his mask back over his lips. You take a moment before putting the whipped cream back just to regain your motor control.
The image of him on the floor in front of you with a mouth full of whipped cream will be burned into your retinas for the rest of your life and did he just call you princess? Fuck, now you needed to go back to your room but for a while different reason.
#keegan russ x reader#cod keegan#keegan p russ#keegan russ#cod men#cod x reader#neighbour keegan#smut but not really?#suggestive#sub keegan
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anyway putting my clown wig on hipster guy mi ha rotto il cazzo i don't think it's gonna work out so might as well decide it now thank you everyone for following me into this two week long insanity
#like we go on a date you text me the morning after i ask how are you and you don't reply for the entire day. are you being serious rn#point is even if he is actually interested and he's just one of those 'i text if i have something to say to you' it doesn't change anything#because that type of things drives me insane i know that because i've done that already. i cannot cope with that#and i don't want to sound like a psycho i know some people just work like that. i'm just not one of those people#and i know that dating a person like that makes me absolutely miserable#i'm supposed to see him tomorrow and i'm lowkey hoping he will just continue ignoring me so i have an excuse to just call it off#otherwise god knows i'm going to continue being a clown
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How would the CEO of Smlies Corp react to darling calling in sick?
"Oh no no, goodness no!" the suddenly saddened secretary coos, pressing on her dial pad to send the call over. "We'll get you in touch with your husband! He'll handle everything"
You just wince, rolling over to lay on your stomach as you try and remember what on earth she's talking about. Husband? Wait-
"Fuck..." you groan, remembering the entire office visit fiasco. You hold your tongue, not wanting to hear the same old speech time and time again about "Denying Our Beloved Employer"
A deep voice shakes you from your thoughts, and makes your skin crawl. "Dearest? Sick are you?" he asks with a bit of worry "Stay there. I'll send over someone immediately"
"NO!" you burst out, sweating profusely as your stomach turns "Please, I don't want strangers here...I'll be fine I just need a day to rest, please".
The line goes silent, but you can almost feel the mans wicked smirk as he sits back in his chair, phone to his ear. "You want to see me instead? It's good you know who can truly care for you. I miss you too darling, I really do, but I can't visit you just yet".
Nuh uh. You won't have creepy weirdo business cult people coming to your house. The lesser of two evils would be to play to his desires, and act the part he wants you to (or thinks you truly act).
You're going to hate yourself for this. More than you already do.
"B...But you said you'd take care of me" you wince, hoping the fake pout would do the trick. You wait a few seconds, listening to the man hum in thought. Maybe it worked?
"Oh now you're just being mean, sweetheart. You know how busy I am and how bad I want to see you". His voice held a venomous sweetness too it, like a poisoned honey drip. Great, well, it's either him or a bunch of psycho coworkers. Suck it up Y/N you gotta get through this.
"Yeah but, what makes you think those people know what I really need? They'll just hand me a basket and leave...You'd stay wouldn't you? M-Make me feel better?"
Fuck you sound so pathetic. It's better than the other options, but you immediately hate yourself.
There's a dark chuckle on the other line, and you hold your stomach as you await his response. "Perhaps we should both use a sick day then. You hold some very interesting points about your predicament".
Does everything have to sound like a meeting? Just say you're coming over! "Only if you want too!" you spew out, not wanting him to hold this as something you forced him to do. Knowing he had any leverage against you just felt like a guilt trip waiting to happen.
"As if I wouldn't want to" he scoffs, grinning wickedly once again "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, my love".
(I hope you enjoyed! -Mommabean)
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Notes and Journal Entries by Kip Kinkel
A compilation of writings by Kip Kinkel. This is for informational and educational purposes only. Post is below the cut.
Disclaimer: the majority of his writing pieces (that have been released to the public) are only available in a typed transcript format, provided by PBS. Because of this, I am only able to include a few images of the original writing. This post will be updated if any new images come out!
Journal Entry by Kip:
"I sit here all alone. I am always alone. I don't know who I am. I want to be something I can never be. I try so hard every day. But in the end, I hate myself for what I've become.
Every single person I know means nothing to me. I hate every person on this earth. I wish they could all go away. You all make me sick. I wish I was dead.
The only reason I stay alive is because of hope. Even though I am repulsive and few people know who I am, I still feel that things might, maybe, just a little bit, get better.
I don't understand any fucking person on this earth. Some of you are so weak, mainly, that a four year old could push you down. I am strong, but my head just doesn't work right. I know I should be happy with what I have, but I hate living.
Every time I talk to her, I have a small amount of hope. But then she will tear it right down. It feels like my heart is breaking. But is that possible. I am so consumed with hate all of the time. Could I ever love anyone? I have feelings, but do I have a heart that's not black and full of animosity?
I know everyone thinks this way sometimes, but I am so full of rage that I feel I could snap at any moment. I think about it everyday. Blowing the school up or just taking the easy way out, and walk into a pep assembly with guns. In either case, people that are breathing will stop breathing. That is how I will repay all you mother fuckers for all you put me through.
I feel like everyone is against me, but no one ever makes fun of me, mainly because they think I am a psycho. There is one kid above all others that I want to kill. I want nothing more than to put a hole in his head. The one reason I don't: Hope. That tomorrow will be better. As soon as my hope is gone, people die.
I ask myself why I hate more than anyone else. I don't know. But my head and heart want him dead. He only knows who I am through reputation, and I know he is scared of me. He should be. One bad day, and there will be a sawed off shotgun in his face or five pounds of Semtex under his bed.
Oh fuck. I sound so pitiful. People would laugh at this if they read it. I hate being laughed at. But they won't laugh after they're scraping parts of their parents, sisters, brothers, and friends from the wall of my hate.
Please. Someone, help me. All I want is something small. Nothing big. I just want to be happy.
End. New day. Today of all days, I ask her to help me. I was shot down. I feel like my heart has been ripped open and ripped apart. Right now, I'm drunk, so I don't know what the hell is happening to me.
It is clear that no one will help me. Oh God, I am so close to killing people. So close.
I gave her all I have, and she just threw it away. Why? Why did God just want me to be in complete misery? I need to find more weapons. My parents are trying to take away some of my guns! My guns are the only things that haven't stabbed me in the back.
My eyes hurt. They hurt so bad. They feel like they are trying to crawl out of my head. Why aren't I normal? Help me. No one will. I will kill every last mother fucking one of you. The thought of you is still racing in my head. I am too drunk to make sense.
Every time I see your face, my heart is shot with an arrow. I think she will say yes, but she doesn't, does she? She says, "I don't know". The three most fucked up words in the English language.
I want you to feel this, be this, taste this, kill this. Kill me. Oh God, I don't want to live. Will I see it to the end? What kind of dad would I make? All humans are evil. I just want to end the world of evil.
I don't want to see, hear, speak or feel evil, but I can't help it. I am evil. I want to kill and give pain without a cost. And there is no such thing. We kill him - we killed him a long time ago. Anyone that believes in God is a fucking sheep.
If there was a God, he wouldn't let me feel the way I do. ....Love isn't real, only hate remains. Only hate."
Essay about love, written by Kip
"Love Sucks
No, I don't believe in love at first sight because love is an evil plot to make people buy alcohol and firearms. When you love someone something it is always taken away from you. I also would like to add that I hate each and every one of you. Because everything I touch turns to shit. I think if you think you fall in love with someone at first sight it might just be lust. Love at first sight is only in movies. Where the people in the movies are better than you. That is why you go to a pone [pawn] shop and buy an AK-15 because you are going to execute every last mother fucking one of you. If I had a heart it would be gray.
It is easier to hate than love. Because there is much more hate and misery in the world than there is love and peace. Some people say that you should love everyone. But that is impossible. Look at our history it is full of death, depression, rape, wars and diseases. I also do not believe in love at first sight. But I do believe in hate at first sight. Therefore love is a much harder feeling to experience."
Monologue written by Kip for a homework assignment. This monologue was written for the character Tybalt of Romeo and Juliet.
"But you know me, I loathe all of them. I am no longer blind in my hatred, I can see with my hate. Blood will flow until they are all dead. This was the first moment in my life where I had taken the life of another. I loved it. It dispelled all the anger and animosity I was feeling."
Note written by Kip, confessing to the murder of his parents. This was found on a coffee table in the living room of the Kinkel's home.
"I have just killed my parents! I don't know what is happening. I love my mom and dad so much. I just got two felonies on my record. My parents can't take that! It would destroy them. The embarrassment would be too much for them. They couldn't live with themselves. I'm so sorry. I am a horrible son. I wish I had been aborted. I destroy everything I touch. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I didn't deserve them. They were wonderful people. It's not their fault or the fault of any person, organization, or television show. My head just doesn't work right. God damn these VOICES inside my head. I want to die. I want to be gone. But I have to kill people. I don't know why. I am so sorry! Why did God do this to me. I have never been happy. I wish I was happy. I wish I made my mother proud. I am nothing! I tried so hard to find happiness. But you know me I hate everything. I have no other choice. What have I become? I am so sorry"
A concerning note written by Kip on a Spanish worksheet
Another concerning note by Kip
"Respect Sheet" filled out by Kip
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beautiful monster (chuuya x you)
warning; cheating, major angst, toxicity, abuse, suicide mention
It was a moment of weakness under influence. He never wanted you to find out, he loved you so much, it was beyond him to even do something like that. But in that moment, in that club alone, with the overwhelming feeling of the physical world fading and the thing inside his mind speaking, he needed just any human's touch. Just where did his friends go off to? They should've stopped him.
He woke up with a stranger next to him, and the sound of you packing your bags.
"[Name]?" He took in the situation, still a little groggy from the hangover. "You're back from your trip."
Through your tear stained and red face, you laughed. That was possibly the worst thing he could've said. "Yeah, I wanted to surprise you." You didn't even want to look at him, grateful most of your stuff was packed already, shoving in the important things you had left in his penthouse in your bag. "Turns out, you gave me a surprise too."
He finally returned to his senses, shoving the stranger off his body, yelling at them to leave. "Psycho." They murmured, gathering their clothes and walking out. He put on his boxers, and ran straight to you, holding your bags. "You're not leaving, let me explain." His voice was shaky too, his skin red from the plethora of feelings inside him. He wanted to scream, he wanted to get angry, he wanted to cry, and he wanted to comfort you. You didn't deserve that.
"Get off of me." You told him calmly, still not looking at him. He was never one to go against your wishes or handle you roughly, but he couldn't let you go. You were the only one for him in the world and if you left, it would be shattered. So he held on to your hands tighter, holding you by his wrist as if you were some mafioso that needed a lesson, the other one pushing your hair off your face, holding you so you faced him. "Please, listen to me."
"Don't." You warned, trying to squirm your hands free. It was so useless. Even without his ability, you couldn't do anything against him. All you could do was scream at him, and so you did. "Get the fuck off of me!" You started crying again, after working so hard to keep it in, you couldn't anymore. You couldn't even stand, and you found it hard to breathe. Chuuya moved to hold you tight against him, sitting on the floor with you, the same floor you used to prance around in, trying to distract him as he went over some mission reports from work.
You never once did anything wrong. Nothing at all to deserve it.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He held your head tightly, stroking your hair as you repeatedly flung your fragile fists on his chest. He just wanted you to calm down, but despite his almost choke-hold, you were beyond consolation, screaming and crying.
"How could you?" You cried, hysterical and still struggling to breathe from just how much you were crying. "I did everything for you, I gave you everything!"
Your words were starting to get twisted, and Chuuya knew you'd pass out if you didn't calm down. He had seen his men break the same way. What you needed was someone you trusted to hold you, and it killed him to know it wasn't him anymore. He was hurting the same way, but all those years taught him to keep himself calm in situations like these. And rationally, he couldn't let you leave. He knew you wouldn't come back if you did.
He let go of you, and you stepped away, leaning against the wall to cry. "You took everything from me, Chuuya." The pain was too much for you to bear. Your mind was in a thousand different places, your head blaring from pain. You still managed to use your energy into speaking. "I gave you my virginity, I lied to my parents for you, I gave up everything to live in this city with you. I cut off friends, I lost everyone."
Chuuya's mind raced to how Dazai had treated the people he dated. They got out of relationships with him in the exact same situation you had.
"What the fuck?" Your voice was raised again. "How the fuck did I mean so little to you?"
"LISTEN TO ME!" He yelled back at you, and you sobbed at the way he spoke to you. "I love you more than myself, more than anything else. I made a fucking mistake, [Name]. I was drunk and alone, I didn't realise-"
"You were drunk." You laughed, your voice already hoarse from all the screaming. "What kind of excuse is that? What kind of excuse for being a piece of shit-"
"Watch yourself." His selfish instincts kicked in, never thinking he'd use that tone with you. You, his most precious one, having to hear the words he saved for criminals and enemies "I'm not going to listen to you scream whatever you want."
Your sobs had calmed down, as if expecting this. "I'm leaving."
"You're not doing that either." He took a deep breath, pulling your bags away from you, getting up and putting on a shirt and his sweats. "I'll die before I let you go."
"I want to die." You held your knees, no longer crying, eyes droopy from the exhaustion. He truly had taken everything from you, changing your life and then betraying you. But whatever happened, you could never bring yourself to forgive him, you'd never live with someone who disrespected you that way. You had scolded him so many times about alcohol, about clubbing, about his friends that did not seem to like you, considering you weren't from the mafia.
"What did you say?" Your words seemed to set loose Chuuya's fury. You wish you'd die? You of all people saying that, no, you couldn't. You weren't allowed to. You were the only person in the world who shouldn't have said those words. You didn't deserve to.
"They were beautiful, by the way." You met his blazing eyes with your own puffed one, a look that immediately made Chuuya want to console you. "When you held me, I could smell them on you."
Shit.
"I think I wasn't good enough. You should be with someone that beautiful, someone your friends could also grow to like, someone who also likes wine."
"No." Tears fell out of his eyes as he tried to hold you again, but you shielded yourself, leaving him to just claw at your arms. "No, there's no one else for me but you. You're more than perfect."
"Chuuya." You cried again, amazed at how many tears you had. "I've never been this hurt before in my life."
"I'm sorry, I'll never-"
"Let me go, right now." You pleaded. You had enough of his convincing. You made up your mind. He should have known that. But Chuuya was equally stubborn. He shook his head through his tears, hugging your knees.
"If you don't, I'll hurt myself." He didn't know where you got the knife from as you pointed it to your neck, probably from his drawer when he took his eyes off you to put on his clothes. Shocked at the sight, he tried to yank it off you, but you held it so close to your neck, it produced drops of blood. "I'll kill myself. Right now, there's nothing I want more. So let me go."
Baby, that will leave a scar.
Nothing scared him more than the thought of something happening to you, so he stepped away. "Please give me another chance."
What a beautiful notion. 'Another chance'. But you could never. You stood up on trembling knees and picked up your bags with bruised hands. You didn't know anyone in the city that wasn't one of Chuuya's friends, so you'd have to take yourself to the airport.
"At least let me take care of you." He tried to support you, to hold your bags, but you pushed him off again. That was the end of the relationship that took everything out of you. You were determined you never wanted to see him again, and you wouldn't.
"I'll find my own way."
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pssssst, how would you like part 2 to be? shall i sprinkle in dazai?
#chuuya nakahara#chuuya x you#bungou stray dogs x reader#bsd#bsd fics#angst#tw abuse#tw cheating#headcanons#hcs#reader insert#drabble
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I know that these take a long time to make Hc and also a drawing (sometimes we all just don't want to draw a character 😭) and yet I want an Hc for each child of Ringo and Wolfgang. 😭😭 ...but couls you at least do Wolfgang's first child before leaving Konoha?Asahi right ?
At least you acknowledge that it’s a lot of work 😆 Asahi is a good pick to get to know~
His birth was a big deal as his mother is the baby of her family having her first baby, a child Wolfang swore he’d never have, and he’s also the first grandchild of Ebba, Sara, and Kane.
So that meant there was a lot of excitable Uchiha, Senju, and Inuzuka to welcome Asahi into the world
His name made Sumi frown a bit as she knows Ebba only suggested it because of Asako
The Senju brothers congratulated their cousin on joining them in fatherhood with a healthy boy
The Uchiha brothers threatened him about being a good father to their nephew
He was a super fussy little one, so Sumi had to help Ringo find what soothed him best (which happened to be being walked for hours on end)
Asahi would cry almost non stop on Wolfgang but became instantly content when Kawarama, Hashirama, or Tobirama held him (which was annoying to poor Wolfgang)
But his first world was calling for his father, so it made those first few hellish months seem like nothing
Once he got adjusted to the world, they realized he was a shy little boy
Preferring to stay by his parents sides verses playing with his many cousins
When his own siblings started popping up, he finally made some friends
He was the socially awkward one of the bunch, but he tried to be a good big brother
Growing up, he was often confused for being a girl and it didn’t help that he was smaller than a lot of boys his age
Which lead to him training with his mother and father to have something to go all day
He was really only able to make friends with the other outcast, Ivan. Who happened to be blind (which was more of an inconvenience than a problem if you asked Ivan)
They spent a lot of time talking about what they’d like to do one day and Ivan thought Asahi how to listen more carefully to what’s around him
He was rather impressed with how his friend could identify sounds so well
Wolfgang gave him the all black wolf pup he named Kage
He almost got in serious trouble with the village leader for beating up his sons who were bullying him and Ivan
That was until Ebba brought up that the village leaders psycho brats didn’t just injure her grandson, but also his ninken and thus they should’ve been punished worse than a few bruises and a broken nose by their own laws
Even though no punishment came to Asahi and many villagers sided with him defending himself and his ninken, he chose to withdraw from most of the world
Instead focusing on training Kage and helping train a dog for his friend to be able to navigate the world with
He even was able to convince his father to train Ivan to use his wind release to further improve his performance
He eventually found that his sense of smell was abnormal even amongst Inuzuka and that, along with Ivan’s training, helped him win hunting competitions.
Ivan’s father took notice of the skills Asahi possessed and how much he helped his son without expecting anything
He offered him a job as a bounty hunter. It wasn’t a job most people would wanted their kids in, but he saw potential in Asahi (mainly because he heard of the Uchiha’s sharingan and wanted to see it in action)
Asahi knew his parents would disapprove, so he asked his grandmother what he should do
To which he was given her earrings and told to live his life how he wants to. His parents can’t live it for him and she can’t tell him what to do as he was nearing an age of independence
So he joined us friend and his father on a “hunt” and found that he liked the trill of bounty hunting
Wolfgang eventually caught on to what his oldest was up to and tried to talk some sense into him, but Asahi argued back that this is no different than what he did in the land of fire
The only difference is that his friend’s father only took them on bounties that didn’t require them to kill anyone
He also argued that with how big their family was, this insured they could buy enough grain for the winter
It was also during that heated argument that his parents learned he had awakened his sharingan and hid it from them
It actually awakened after that fight with the village leader’s sons when he was worried about Kage’s injuries
His rebellious personality slowly started to seep out as he shed his once shy persona despite him still having that sweet boyish smile
Not having to hide his bounty hunting anymore allowed him to take on much more dangerous hunts
earning him renown and many admirers
Even more so when he hit his growth spurt and stood slightly above his father’s height
Despite his new found popularity, he still kept to himself, Ivan, and his family
Kuri was always annoyed with how secretive he was and swore she hated his stupid friend (Ivan) for turning him into this moody guy
He knew Rickrack was trying to keep up with him, and he allowed it to an extent. but he also told him he had to be good. Their mom didn’t deserve two headache inducing sons
The triplets were always in his stuff and demanding sweets, which was annoying to him
Elke? She was a good mellow kid whole would give him her dessert if the triplets took his
Arashi was always breaking his things and that was even more annoying
As the grew into young men, they stayed good friends with Asahi attending his best friends wedding to his sister, Kuri 🙃
His big jobs allowed him to take more time off and rebuild the relationship he almost destroyed with his own father pursuing his career
The biggest controversy he had was a few years down the road when paying off a fiery red haired girls debt, thus freeing her but her following him home despite him trying to ditch her multiple times
Somehow everyone assumed he purchased her and as she still had a collar on and was sleeping in the chicken coop
He eventually got out of her that she had no place to go and didn’t even know how to get home
he reluctantly agreed to let her stay at his home as long as she didn’t get in his way
he worked on getting that horrid collar off and made sure to tell her to tell people he was not her master and she could leave whenever she wants
He found out her name was Kichijo (Kiki for short), and she was an Uzumaki
She just didn’t want to (there’s plenty to eat, it’s warm, he doesn’t require her to be in his bed, and he can speak her language. It’s a dream deal) and Kage didn’t want her to leave either
Four legged traitor
Most days were spent in a comfortable silence, but he’d occasionally come home to hear her singing or humming while cooking
It puts a smile on his face for a brief moment
When they do argue, it’s usually about him blowing off his family’s invitations to dinners
Because it’s none of her business what he does with his family
And because she would give anything to have her own family back and he doesn’t seem to realize or care how special that is
When they do argue over these things, they call a truce instead of actually apologizing
Thus he has a non wife wife
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Tyler x reader where reader has actually been killing everyone as a Hyde and manipulated everyone into thinking it was Tyler. Tyler figures out it was really her and fucking rails her as revenge - @serrinaisdying (didnt know how to answer it twice lmfao) but here u go babe
.... i told u i was on it 🥂
Revenge is Best Served Rough | tyler galpin
SMUT OBVI
i am so fucking sorry for that cheesy ass title oh my god
warnings // mean!tyler, struggle for dominance lmao, dark!reader, dark!tyler, a teeny tiny smack across readers face, choking, missionary bc tyler likes to know you're looking at him as he fucks you, degrading, unprotected sex (would not reccomend), dirty talk (my fav), mention of past... encounters w xavier bc hes on my mind, p in v fr, spitting in readers mouth, biting
Her door slammed shut, causing her to jump, a gasp escaping her as she turned on her bed to acknowledge the sound.
Her eyes widened at what she saw.
"Tyler, aren't you supposed to be in a cell right about now?"
He tried his best not to laugh at her casual ask, "Not like you have any reason to fear me so why does it matter?"
"Wednesday says you're dangerous... That you're the one killing people." She scooted towards her headboard in an effort to put distance between them.
He smiled, "You're the prettiest little fucking liar there ever were."
The falsified fear in her eyes no longer lingered, her fingers releasing the grip she has on her duvet. The jig was fucking up.
"You think I'm pretty?" She grinned, patting at her bed, "Come sit, we clearly need to talk."
"Have you lost your fucking mind?"
"That happened before we even met, now don't be a rude guest. Sit down."
His arms crossed, but he sat. He refused to take his eyes off of her. Answers were in order.
"Why me?"
"You're mom of course. She was like me. You will be too. You havent been awoken yet. Your mother died but for some reason it didn't trigger you. You'll be transformed one day, and when you are, all that extra strength and anger and hunger will amplify and you'll be just like me. I blamed you because it made sense."
His eyes narrowed, "You blamed me for no good reason! I haven't done anything yet!"
"Yet. And I blamed you because you're young and clueless and weak."
Her head cracked the headboard as his hand grasped around her neck, closing her airways and leaving her choking on the air she couldn't call in. It made her stomach turn, and his head spin.
"You call that weak? Looks to me like you're in no position to speak." He laughed under his breath. Pun intended, he supposed.
Her own fingers twisted around his wrist, pressing her nails into his skin, cutting and digging. It called a hiss out of his teeth, but made him falter just enough to catch a breath as his grip loosened.
He was wild. Eyes black, hair messed and teeth bared. His lips were swollen, bitten to a raw point that she assumed was from Wednesdays torture methods just a few hours prior.
He looked like he wanted to rip her apart limb by limb and fuck, she hadn't been this turned on since her and Xavi snuck around secret library last semester.
"Oh? So the psycho bitch doesn't shut up unless she wants to be fucked then?"
He's closer to tranforming than she thought if he can smell her already.
She opened her mouth to speak, having his hand come across her cheek.
"Not one more word."
His hands groped at her, tearing away at her top as his lips attacked hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Kisses, bites, tore down her neck as she wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs, tugging his already hard cock against her core, bucking against him. The groan he let out was enough to let her relax. He at least wouldn't be a real threat to her safety until after he finished.
She'd worry about that after he fucked her senseless then. Priorities.
"Why do you kill?" He worked off her jeans.
She laughed, "I'm not allowed to talk."
He halted his motions, grabbing her by the chin, "Open." She obeyed.
She always thought if someone spit in her mouth she'd hate it. She fought the shame off of the fact it was actually the hottest thing she'd ever experienced. She swallowed with a smile on her face.
"Now, if you can open your mouth to be a slut you can open it to talk." He glared down at her, thumb running over her cheek in a manner much too soft for the mood of their situation.
"I kill because it's fun." she grasped at his shoulders and forced her weight over, straddling him as he fell under her.
"I kill because it feels good," her own mouth found his collarbones, tugging the skin between her teeth and nipping just hard enough he whined, hips bucking involuntarily.
"And i kill because they taste of their fear is amazing," her tongue ran across his neck, "not as good as you taste though."
He lifted his hips to press against her center and her eyes fluttered as he repeated the motion, bringing his hands to her hips. He used all that extra strength to force her down against him and he didn't let up until she finally gasped and lost the straightened posture she'd taken on top of him.
Lost in the feel of him against her, she hadn't noticed when he grabbed at her wrists and rolled her right back under him. Not until he stopped his attack on her lower half.
She whined before she could stop herself.
"Tyler so help-" his mouth covered hers.
"Let's try the quiet route again, yeah?"
His fingers crept into her panties, pulling them down her legs as she wiggled under him. She was desperate for friction he refused to currently give her.
"You're unbelievable. Getting me arrested to letting me use you like a goddamn toy."
He bit his way up her thighs, onto her stomach, "and I meant it when I said you were a pretty liar."
He tugged her bra down, exposing her breasts to the cold of the room and to his view.
"I think it's just because I like seeing your mascara run when you cry. Even if it's fake, those little tears of yours are just so precious you know?"
His lips closed over her nipple, pulling, the warm contrast made her sigh. Her relief was short lived as his teeth began to tug at her.
"Fuck!" she squealed, hands finding his hair and tugging right back.
"Thought I said to shut the hell up?"
"Either fuck me or kill me Galpin, choose fast or I'm choosing for us."
His eyes rolled as he ripped his pants down, taking his cock in his hand as he leaned over her.
He was bigger than expected, and thicker too. Butterflies stormed her stomach as he eyed her, looking feral.
He entered her with a single quick thrust, fucking into her with ease.
He didn't go slow and he didn't care to. She was hardly complaining. The sting was unimaginable compared to the feel of him pulling at that spot inside of her that had her clawing at his back.
It made her eyes roll as his hand refound her neck, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.
"God you're such a slut. Squeezing down on me like you need it."
She couldn't force out a snarky reply. Not when she could feel him in her stomach. She thought she might die when she saw him pushing against her, the print just visible as he fucked her.
He could see the bruises forming from the bites he'd ravaged her with, and the sight of the red staining the cheek he'd struck and he hated to admit it made his blood warm like a fire.
"Faster," she cried, eyes watering at the brutality of each thrust.
He slowed, putting more weight behind each slow drag as he pressed a hand down where his cock pushed against her pelvis.
"Can't have you calling the shots," he teased, noting her annoyance at ignoring her request.
Her stomach clenched as she forced her walls in on him, making him whine against her neck.
"Keep that up and you won't cum at all."
She huffed, bucking her hips, "Please, I'll be good, I'll tell them all the truth, please!"
"You? Be good?" he pierced each word with a thrust hard enough to make her head spin.
"I promise!" she sobbed, feeling the tightening in her core as her legs shook around him.
"So pretty when you beg too, hmm?" He ran his fingers across her clit, feather light with each touch as he pounded into her like she was less of a person and more of a toy.
She fought to keep her eyes on him as he gazed down at her, a smile gracing his lips just as he pressed harder against the bundle of nerves keeping her in tact.
"Tyler!" she yelled, teeth tearing into her bottom lip as she let go.
She saw stars, moaning and crying as it crashed down on her. It drove him crazy to watch her fall apart, driving him to pump harder, fuck her through each and every wave as it hit her.
His own composure began to break as he felt the build start to break. His hands tightened around her waist, pressing hard into her as he came, head falling back as she seemed to suck out every last drop he forced out.
He fell to her side as they caught their breath, staring at the cieling.
Before she could fully calm down, her phone was held over her face.
"You promised."
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Watching Hannibal for the first time S2E9-E10
Let's take a moment to assess what in the Kentucky fried hell is going on in this story. So Far.
Hannibal knows that Will knows he's the Ripper. Will is trying to play the player by allowing Hannibal to manipulate him. Under the guise of Will accepting the fact that he and Hannibal are the same kind of monster. Everything Hannibal does to Will at this point in the story is to test him and get him to accept his true nature, so they can be friends. In reality, Will and Jack are working togother to catch Hannibal, so everything Will is doing is just an act. Hopefully.
I need a nice no-think palate cleanser after this. I better now have to use any brain cells when I watch Yellowjackets, or I'm coming after everyone who voted in the poll and backing them into a pie, I will then feed to their families. Just one giant people pie. I'll break hearts and world records.
Back on track episode 9
Long story short, someone takes their Freddie Fazbear cosplay too far. Makes a suit out of prehistoric cave bear bones, and goes postal on some random people. Hannibal then directs this person, who was a former patient of his to attack Will. Will beats the holy hell out of this guy and brings his dead body to Hannibal. Stating that now they're even after having both sent people to kill the other.
This episode opens with Jack and Hannibal having dinner togother. I feel like we need to acknowledge that Jack and Will are knowingly eating Human meat and organs. I would be so pissed if I was Jack's wife. I'm laying in a bed dying of cancer, and my man is out eating gourmet human meals with a serial killer. You are out of Will I'm leaving everything to my cat.
Margot and Will also meet in this episode. Margot is quick on the uptake and is just like "Wow our therapist is a psycho!" and Will is like, "Sister you do not know the half of it."
One of Will's dogs escapes in this episode and his little sausage body barely clears the snow he had to run through. It was much much-needed moment of levity.
Ep10
Pookie is going a little bit off the rails. He is devolving, and Hanni is super into it. I'm not, I want my sweet baby boy back, but I don't think he can hear me over the sound of his own psychotic breakdown. Will admits that he felt more alive than ever when he killed the bear suit guy, and Hannibal says that he should honor the bear suit guy. So Will mutilates the body and merges it with a cave bear skeleton in a museum. It...it's something...
Then Will is of course called in by Jack to analyze the crime scene Will Made. Will has a hallucination that the bear suit guy thanks him and that this event is a part of their becoming.
Also, I hate that there's more, Margot's bother, Mason, shows her his pig pit. Where he attends to feed living people to pigs, and he fully attends to feed her to said pigs, if she doesn't get in line.
Hannibal's right. Mason needs to die. Like yesterday. Unfortunately, Magot cannot just kill Mason, because all their family's wealth would go to the Southern Baptist Convention. So Hannibal tells her to go get pregnant then. Who does she pick to be the daddy, Will of Course?
What proceeds is the weirdest sex scene. David Lynch would be proud. Will knows this is Hannibal's doing because Margot already told him she's gay. This scene is intercut with Hannibal and Alana having sex and Will imagining Alana and Hannibal having sex. Except Will sees Hannibal as the goopy deer man. I'm really glad this show was produced for NBC and not HBO.
Some poor bastard had to put on a mask of Mads Mikkelsen's face. Plus other makeup and had to simulate sex on some other poor bastard. Imagine having to lay in a flesh-toned body suit, or worse be actually nude, and staring up at this lifeless replica of your coworker's face. Now add like twenty other people on set watching it happen. People left work that day changed forever and for the worse.
One more thing, one more. Freddie is getting suspicious of Hannibal. So she goes to Will's house. Goes to his shed, because she has more hair than brain, and finds a bunch of body parts in a freezer. Will shows up, and this encounter does not go well. We cut to Jack telling Will that Freddie is missing, and then Will and Hannibal go home and eat Long Pig.
I'll probably post again later. Stay safe, and don't sleep with goopy dear men. Do not investigate sheds, ever. You have a fifty/fifty shot of it being lawn care equipment or something from the pits of Hell.
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The whole Elliot Ludwig podcast is a surprise and creepy thing to note. Elliot may not be the man he seems. And yet, I still wonder what this all means, did Elliot actually do it? Or was it a set up?
It was only half-true, Elliot was never blamed, the dead boy is actually the family member he lost so he blamed himself for his death:
I believe that Elliot is a good man, a family man at heart. And from his speech, he really sounds like a good guy. He wanted to make children happy, feel loved and find a place for them to belong.
I know people are already suspecting that Elliot front image of being a "perfect-family-man" is a lie to hide who he truly is, and the podcast about a dead boy in his bedroom stuffed into a duffle bag is raising some eyebrows. But, I still have a feeling that Elliot isn't at fault here.
We all know that Elliot got divorced in the 1930s, then in the 1960s a tragic family death pushed Elliot to his lowest. We never get to hear who died, many speculated it was Elliot's daughter who became the Poppy doll. But I don't think so.
I think I now know who died and what happened to them, I believe the family member Elliot lost is the boy found inside the duffle bag.
Now, I know there isn't any evidence to back this theory up, but work with me. I think that the whole podcast of Elliot being blamed and suspected for the boy's death is a lie, he was never blamed for it.
Remember, we heard the podcast when the Protagonist was dreaming after inhaling the Red Smoke and there's been some signs that the reverse audio we heard was the Protagonist talking to themselves for not being at the factory during The Hour of Joy and they came back because of survivor's guilt.
So I imagine that the podcast is Elliot's nightmare, his fear of being responsible for his lost and blaming himself for not saving the boy or being blamed for it.
I know this is a long stretch, but it's just a theory and I hope we get to know more of this in the next chapter.
The crime was just a set-up to keep the public occupied so the company can continue the experiments without getting any attention:
Now this one is I think is likely to be true. For all we know, Elliot made Playtime Co. to make toys for children to be happy. But then the experiments start to happen, in a VHS tape in Project: Playtime, Harley Sawyer (aka the Doctor/ the founder of the Bigger Body Initiative) said that people who starting to see things they shouldn't and lawsuits are coming in and out. So he propose the BBI to make giant toys to work for them.
I feel like after the whole program was in full swing, the public are starting to notice something fishy. Like the Catnap Recall, a news reporter talks about the concerns parents have about the Catnap toy because their kids start to have violent nightmares. So Playtime Co. recalled the Catnap toys, but damage was already done and I believe this became a slight problem for Playtime Co.
The company had to think up a way for the public to calm down and stay away from suspicion. And they came up with a plan.
Framing and making Elliot Ludwig, the Founder of Playtime Co. look like a sick psycho, hiding beneath his friendly-face is something worse.
I believe that Harley or Leith or someone killed a orphan boy at Playcare, took some of their bones and organs out, put him in a duffle bag then placed him inside Elliot's bedroom in his home.
And this seemed to work, with the public distracted by the new discovery of Elliot, Playtime Co. gets away with the experiments.
Elliot did kill a child, but he wasn't sick, he did it so Playtime Co. can shut down and stop the experiments:
This is a very long stretch, I know. But I think it be very unique if Elliot had no idea about the experiments and slowly overtime, he starts to notice something suspicious going on.
I imagine he investigated around for a bit, (like Rowan Stoll from the ARG) and found out about the Bigger Body Initiative. Imagine how horrified Elliot was, realizing the company was doing cruel experiments on orphans and turning them into toys. The complete opposite of what he originally wanted.
And perhaps he learned what happened to employees who knew or tried to expose Playtime Co. for it's experiments, getting killed off. And he tried to think up a good plan, any ways for him to expose the truth. But none seem to work, he knows he would end up dead, even if he was the CEO of Playtime, they could always replace him.
So, he did something he knew he would regret forever.
Killing a child inside his house.
I think Elliot did this because he knew if he did something horrible, the company would have taken some affect and perhaps it'll shut down due to the bad reputation.
And so he did it, he killed a young boy, had some of his skeleton and organs gone and stuff him into a duffle bag and placed it in his bedroom.
That's why Playtime Co. said they'll try and prove his innocents and keep his name on the brand. And I wouldn't be surprise if afterward they killed Elliot for spilling it out or turning him into a toy.
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Fours a Franchise
Part 5
Wordcount: 9,662
You and Randy sat at the police station at a table. You just sat there playing on your phone to distract yourself while Randy leaned back in his chair staring at the ceiling. All of you barely slept at all last night for obvious reasons and this was just the cherry on top at this point.
Dewey finally came in; just him as he ushered Deputy Hicks to sit this one out and keep watch of the door.
He inhaled deeply with a disgruntled look your way then towards Randy as Randy returned it with an annoyed look of his own.
"...Okay. For starters, Mindy and Chad never arrived at school today and Karla is not at her job even though it's past 9 o'clock...So, Randy. Is she missing? Are they the latest victims? Or did you do what I specifically told you not to and lied to me?"
Randy shrugged. "Well...I forgot to mention Karla might have had a very intimate party to go to for one of her family members in North Carolina. Sister Veronica's birthday, really kind of a bitch, but hey she's family-"
"Are you pulling my leg right now?" Dewey half sighed and half groaned in agitation and interrupted him. "Randy...Do you realize how serious of a crime this is? I'll have to issue a warrant for her arrest now, do you realize that?"
"WHAT?!" Randy snapped, smacking the table as you jumped from the sound. All before you put your phone down and gave an shocked look Dewey's way.
"Dewey! Why would you even think of doing that?!" You exclaimed.
"BECAUSE YN, it's the law!" He argued. He jerked at his shirt and pointed at his Sheriff Badge, voice cracking as he tried to yell. "Is this thing just a DEcOration to you people?!" He frowned deeply and continued. "She could be the killer OR she could be an accomplice."
Randy scoffed loudly. "God, Dewey, she's got our kids with her just going to get out of town while this is all happening!"
"So, you did lie!"
"Yes, I figured me and YN fleeing town without my kids and wife in the car was pretty obvious they were not at school." He gave with a sarcastic tone while slowly blinking at Dewey.
Dewey rolled his teeth over his bottom lip, anxiously looking between you both before just saying it. "Randy, you've got to tell me where she's at."
"Over my dead body."
Dewey tilted his head with an urgent look. "If you don't tell me, it might be...Because if she's the killer working with someone other than you; we all could be in trouble and YOU helped her get away!"
Randy had an annoyed look towards Dewey. "My wife is on the bottom of the barrel as a suspect."
"The rules, Randy!"
"I'm very aware of the fucking rules, Dewey! I'm the biggest advocate of the rules! Everyone is a suspect but there's a formula to it; you always have people at the top of the list and people at the bottom you can deduct from it..." He sighed, slapped his hand on his thigh and leaned back in his chair with a bitter tone. "Okay, what's the motive? Unhappy housewife with a loser husband is fed up and wants more. She hates this town that her man dragged her to. She regrets the domestic life instead of a life of luxury she always wanted but can't have because the dead weight is dragging her down...Maybe she had an affair with a psycho and now she's changing her life altogether? " You frowned at him as he said it and so did Dewey. He raised his brows and continued. "Is that it? Because if that was her motive then why would she go after teenagers instead of her husband? Hm?" Dewey almost said something but Randy interrupted him yet again. "I already know what's going to come out of your mouth. Okay, maybe you could use cop logic to reason about Jenny's murder because IF Karla was the killer; maybe she thought I was like Jerry Seinfeld or some shit having an affair with a 17 year old? Okay, that's the creepiest shit ever but let's just go with it to get this outta your system. But tell me this; what about Marnie? What about Olivia? What about Rebecca?"
Dewey cringed and softly replied. "Well, I know it's a stretch but...All the victims are women...It's just odd..."
Randy rolled his eyes. "Okay, let's just say the motive is a jealous possessive wife that's had enough and gone a little coo coo. When? Rebecca was killed when Karla was with us the entire time. Olivia was killed when Karla was sleeping in bed with me and our kids. Jenny and Marnie were killed when...Let's just say she was with me the entire night."
Dewey raised a brow at that and you stretched your stiff neck to the side from sleeping on the couch. Falling down stairs couldn't have helped. Releasing a huff as it cracked before addressing Dewey. "Okay, there. If you don't believe Randy, believe me Dewey. Karla was with me or Randy all night last night. She could not have snuck out and killed Rebecca or Olivia! Besides, I'm the one that fought this killer, alright?...This was not Karla that wore that costume."
"Karla works out regularly, YN. She takes kickboxing classes in town and she's 5'7. So, maybe it could have been?" Dewey gave.
You sighed and ran a hand over your tired face as you drew out. "...Dewey, I see where you're going so let's just say Karla could hurl me...How could she get there undetected?"
Randy added. "Exactly. She still couldn't have been in the house so quickly, sound asleep, no costume, no blood, no sweat. Nothing by time I got back!"
"Partners, Randy!"
He let out a tiny infuriated growl and pretended to claw at his face before yelling at Dewey. "OH MY FUCKING GOD- Even if that's true then you would have to lock down the entire town, Dew!" He sat his chair back down and gave you both a serious look. "Listen, we are dealing with a fran-"
He was interrupted by Gale coming through the door with Judy trying to get her by the shoulders. "Stop fighting me, Gale! I'm an officer of the law!" Both women yelled as Gale shoved her away and retorted. "Yeah, well I'm the Sheriff's wife. That overrules you." Judy tried grabbing her again and Gale readied a hand as Judy exclaimed. "It. Does. Not!"
Dewey stood up and broke it up. "Ladies, stop!...Gale."
She threw a finger up with a thin frown. "You lecture me one more time, Dewey Riley."
He shook his head and mumbled to Judy. "...Please, Officer Hicks. Let me speak to my wife in private."
Judy gave a nasty look her way as Gale shut the door on her.
"I've told you how many times you can't do this, Gale!"
"Dewey, we need to talk about Rebecca."
"NO. You are a citizen. I am the Sheriff. What part of this do you not understand?"
Randy side eyed you and muttered. "He says that one more time, I swear to God." As you nodded in agreement.
Gale huffed with anger on her face. "FINE! But I have proof Randy, YN and Karla are not involved." She said it right when Dewey put a hand on her back to usher her out.
You and Randy instantly perked up, yelling at Dewey in unison. "No, no, no! Let her talk!" Randy added. "Godsakes; let the woman speak, Dewey!"
Gale jerked herself away from Dewey with a haughty look and looked between all of you. "Okay, Rebecca was found on top of a news van when Sheriff Dewey here was taking questions at the Hospital."
You faltered. "Excuse me, did you say...On top?"
"On top of it. Just like I found my cameraman Kenny before I wrecked the van. Her throat slit and...Thrown from the hospital building's parking garage...Knowing the little money hungry harpy she was probably looking at Jill to be her next big project."
Dewey shook his head. "But how does that disprove YN and Randy?"
"Because Dewey, if your officers are doing their jobs, they couldn't have left the house in time to kill her undetected. Besides that...Rebecca lost a lot of blood. Her corpse had been dead for at least 30 minutes before she was thrown off the fucking building."
Dewey looked confused and Gale snapped her fingers. "Keep up, sweetheart. Don't you get it? Rebecca was at the hospital while we were just leaving Randy's house...How the hell could any of them get there on time to kill her and then wait till you started your press conference to throw the body onto the van?!"
Randy smiled with wide eyes and you looked optimistic as well.
Gale continued. "Dewey, you keep hounding people that aren't involved here! We need to figure out who doesn't have solid alibi from last night at about 1 in the morning when Rebecca was killed. Randy, YN, Karla, You and Me all have alibis."
He thought for a moment with a disgruntled look.
"THE HOUSE, Dewey. We all were at the house talking at the time Rebecca was supposedly arriving at the hospital. When me and you left and got probably a few blocks up the road is when she was most likely killed. It's impossible for it to be any of us!"
"Yeah, that's true...Good thinking." Dewey told her with a slight smile.
Gale sighed but gave a slight tight smile his way. "Hey, it's what I do."
"But partners!" Dewey exclaimed.
You finally spoke up. "Listen, Dewey. Neil and Roman had NOTHING to do with each other and they were still the killers...And Angelina was partners with Roman but that's besides the point. And we could see Stu and Billy being friends but who would have ever thought of Nancy Loomis recruiting Mickey and Hallie together?"
Dewey pointed while forcing it out like he was leery of even bringing it up. "A-And those two guys we never caught but you and Detective Andrews and Detective Richards reported...Right?"
You blinked but nodded. "Right..."
Randy shrugged and chimed in. "So we can do the partners thing all day, but for now, I say we treat this like top 3 to 5 suspects on the list or something of that sort and assume they're separate till proven otherwise. "
You frowned and mumbled. "And the killer isn't done. Not by a long shot. They're saving us 4 for last...They pretty much told me themselves. " You spared a wary glance towards Randy and then back to Dewey as Gale spoke.
Gale threw up a manicured hand. "Well there you have it. You aren't getting anywhere with everyone on lockdown because the killer wouldn't skip town anyways!" She threw you your purse that was sitting on the chair of the room. "Now, let's go. I need some coffee that doesn't taste like hillside runoff water like Perkin's keeps offering me."
You and Randy instantly stood up and Dewey waved his arms. "Hey! You guys are not dismissed-"
She adjusted her purse strap on her shoulder. "Like YN said, the killer is not skipping town. Not a single killer has ever skipped town and the evidence shows Karla isn't involved. You have no reason to go after Karla or to keep these two here as long as they don't skip town again either...Material witnesses, after all."
You and Randy nodded even if that was definitely the plan if things got too bad.
Dewey hissed out urgently to his wife. "Gale, just because you're married to the Sheriff-"
She gave him a look. "Dewey, you know I love you but you can shove that badge-" She quickly pointed upward to the sky as Dewey huffed with an offended look. Gale continued. "Tell Randy to take up the traffic violation in court or pay or whatever AFTER we get this killer...Now, are you done trying to mother hen all of us or what?"
He frowned. "Gale, where are you even going? You can't do this alone-"
"WATCH ME. I told you, I'm going rogue. I just needed to bust these guys out...Now let's go get some fucking decent caffeine. " Gale motioned for you and Randy to follow.
"But!...You can't!....We have Folgers, by the way! It's good coffee!" Dewey yelled at his wife as you all walked past Judy and out the door. You could hear Judy yelling after you all and then Dewey talking to her to stand down as you and Randy followed Gale.
'Damn, am I glad she's on my side for once.'
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Randy sipped an ice coffee as Gale had a simple hot black cup and you had your choice. All of you sat at an outdoor table as you tried being in between both Randy and Gale for your own comfort...You were definitely aware of the dirty looks sent your way or nasty whispers.
Randy smacked his lips off his straw before telling you both. "Okay, so like I was trying to say before Sheriff douchb-"
"Watch it." Gale pointed with a scolding stare.
"- Sheriff Dewey tried arguing his reason for keeping us on lockdown...And you catfighting with Deputy Hicks..." He looked between you both for dramatic effect. "My friends, we are dealing with a bonafide franchise."
You shrugged with a disgruntled face. "Okay??"
"OkAy." He mocked your voice. "YN, a franchise is without a doubt the worst of them all."
Gale rolled her eyes. "You literally said this about a Trilogy 10 years ago."
"Yeah, yeah! I did! But it is worse than even a trilogy." He pointed with his drink in his hand. "Stab."
"...Stab?" You mumbled with a monotone voice.
"Stab! It got carried away, sure. They just keep making them and making them and honestly? They should have stopped after the shitty Sequel."
Gale sipped her coffee, a coy smirk over her cup as she muttered to you. "Someone's just mad they got killed in number 2."
You both snickered as Randy gave you both an annoyed look. "Yeah, number 2. Shit. The very embodiment of shit. Quite frankly, I'm glad I was spared being a walking slap stick for 5 more movies." He threw up a hand and leaned forward. "Regardless of the decline in Stab; Stab hit it HARD in 4. Knocked it out of the park! Why? Because they knew if they didn't they'd lose their target audience especially after the awful reviews on 3 with YN's character suddenly just leaving and the campy satire they tried to use throughout the whole thing. Technically 4 was a reboot but also not really because the other characters were still involved just as much as previous ones while passing the torch to the new final girl." Randy grinned. "I mean, the main girl's own sister being Ghostface?! And she got away with it and went on to college just to be attacked by the final girl we thought was dead but wasn't? It was genius! A killer versus a killer!....Oh...Were you planning on watching that? Sorry."
You shook your head as he rambled while sipping your drink. "Nah, you know I don't watch any of those."
Gale seemed to be losing her patience with Randy's rants. "Get to the point, would you please? What does Stab and Franchises have to do with any of this right now?"
He shrugged before sipping his straw. "I mean nothing other than...Oh yeah, everything!" He huffed out. "We have new rules to go by-"
"Just-" Gale held up a hand. "Who are our suspects, Randy?"
Randy seemed to frown at not getting to explain the rules. "Okay, fine. Let's just butcher the rules. Got it." He leaned forward to talk low. "This killer is killing people exactly like the first time we did this dance, just not in order. You cannot deny it after they went through the trouble of avoiding YN and shoving Olivia through a doggy door when she was already as good as dead."
You shook your head, being pulled back to the memory of last night. "It was so fast. I don't know how I missed them."
"Maybe there's more than one?" Gale darted her eyes between you both. "What if they're just copying Stab?"
Randy shrugged and looked away. "There were no new kills in Stab so Stab or our first encounter is all the same shtick."
You looked at Randy as he seemed to glance at his phone every so often. "Ray, who's our suspects so far?"
He glanced back up at you and sighed. "Uh well, we don't have much to go by. The legacy characters have alibis."
"Legacy character?" Gale muttured.
"Us. You know, the originals."
"Well talk in a non nerdy way we can all freaking understand, 'kay?" She mocked.
Randy gave her a sideways glare as you spoke. "So now we look at who knew Jenny and Marnie and Olivia."
"Rebecca?" Gale asked.
Randy gestured to you. "Only one that knew her was YN."
Gale slightly raised a brow. "Well, I did question how Rebecca supposedly only had the keys to the trunk...No one else even knew where the keys were but YN when we found the evidence...What do we go by with one dead and the other person sitting right here?"
Randy perked up, eyes wide as if he just knew the fight that was about to happen. You leaned back with an offended scowl her way. "What exactly are you saying? Because if you're suggesting I'm the killer again for the fourth time I will get up and walk away from this entire thing so fast and you can just figure this out by yourself."
Gale held up a hand. "Easy there, we just fucking said none of us are suspects, alright!? I know you got your triggers but settle it down. I'm SAYING how did the killer get in that trunk with a mob of protesters around and no keys?...Unless Rebecca was involved or they stole them somehow when she wasn't looking."
Your shoulders sagged as you nodded. "Yeah. That was my question too other than blending in with the crowd and like you said; stealing the keys somehow. Maybe she sat them down when she was getting rid of the crowd?...Sorry...Old habits die hard."
Gale sighed, rolled her eyes and crossed her finger over her chest. "Cross my heart, I'm not digging to frame you. You're not even a suspect because the timelines don't add up! However, it's obvious someone is trying to set you up-" She held up her finger. "And do not say it's me because we already got over this, remember?"
You sighed but nodded. "I know...But, I don't think they're setting me up."
Randy lifted a brow and spoke up. "Why not?"
"What they said...It was something about watching a star crash and burn...It was like a warning. And the kills...If they wanted to frame me, why not try harder?...It wouldn't exactly be difficult." You mumbled, eyes glancing at a few older women glaring at you and whispering a table away.
Gale looked behind her at them. "Hey, Golden Girls. It's rude to stare, especially at your big age."
They scoffed at Gale and looked away right when a phone ran. Randy jumped up, his entire mood changing as he said out loud. "It's Karla!" He didn't hesitate to answer it. You and Gale listened as you watched the most relieved smile cross Randy's face as he covered the phone and whispered. "They made it. The kids are eating pancakes right now with her Dad."
You smiled at that as he excused himself to talk to her in private, leaving you alone with Gale. You both awkwardly sat there before you slightly licked your lips and forced yourself to talk to her. "Gale? Thanks."
Gale smiled slightly. "What? For scolding those old bitty's? I do that for fun on the regular. No big deal."
You chuckled slightly. "Yeah well, thanks anyways. I know we have a very...Unique past and a barely existent friendship. You know with your 'no friends allowed' policy is still in place but...I'm glad we're on the same page now. Just took 15 years."
She smiled and softly told you. "Yeah, I guess so. You were the biggest pain in my ass."
"You were a major asshole."
"Still am." She mused while sipping the last of her coffee. She looked at you, seeming to take you in. "Hey." She got your attention, her gaze serious. "While the giant film dork is gone and it's just us; Fuck them. Fuck all of them. People are always bitter or jealous of anyone reaching their prime. Take it from me personally; enemies are everywhere the second your name is in lights. Be grateful for those on your side but trust no one fully. The shit that people do for fame is insane...You're a successful woman and you're going to have an even bigger target on your back because of it."
You took her in as well, noting the way her eyes had very subtle fine lines now and her cheekbones more prominent from the hollows of her cheeks deepening ever so slightly with her age now being 47.
"Gale...Do you miss it?"
Gale frowned before covering it with her hand and looking away in her chair towards the street. "No. If I missed it, I'd be doing something about it...Look, I'm only investigating because it's happening to us again. That's it."
You were skeptical of that but saw her phone ping. She went to ignore it but kept flipping it over, her face souring as she sighed heavily. "Christ, it's Dewey. I gotta take this. Can you give me a second?"
You hesitated, leery of being left alone but also reasoning it was in broad daylight in front of an entire shop full of people. "...Sure."
Gale nodded and had her phone in her hand, ringing up her husband no doubt to argue.
'God, 9 years of marriage and that's all they do.' You thought. 'Wonder if this will be the nail in the coffin this time?' You wondered as you thought of Dewey and how different he was. 'I can't even blame Gale this time. He's...Changed.'
Your mind momentarily thought back to past Dewey. The one and only time you ever heard or saw him sob was when he was just your best friend's older brother you saw occasionally. And yet, there you both were. Holding each other sobbing over that previous night and who you lost.
His voice trembled, his chest rumbled against you as he spoke. "It's all my fault. If I wouldn't have left with Gale...I could have saved my baby sister..."
You frowned thinking of what he said at Windsor after 2 years of not seeing him.
"It's okay. I'm here now. You think I'm ever going to let anything happen to you or Randy? I swore I'd never let anything happen to you kids ever again. No one is getting hurt as long as I'm here." He gave, eyebrows turned up and regret in his eyes.
Then you remembered the look on his face as he saw Olivia's body. It was watching his little sister's mangled corpse stuck in that garage door all over again.
"...Poor Dewey." You sighed softly under your breath. You thought the rest of your sentence in your head. 'He just wants to have a redo. To protect us and these kids like he couldn't protect Tatum.'
Your mind wandered to what she might have looked like had she lived. Would her and Sidney still be besties after all these years? Would you be friends with either of them for that matter? Who would Dewey be if Tatum had lived?...Would you and Randy and Dewey even talk if she did-
Your thoughts were interrupted as a server handed you a piece of paper and mumbled. "Miss? Someone asked me to give this to you."
The young server walked away before you could ask him who. You stared at it in your hand, eyes darting to people ignoring you or giving you stares. You couldn't see who was inside with the sun reflecting on the glass. You swallowed, literally terrified of what it said but eager to just open it and see. You sucked in a shaky breath, quickly unfolding it to read.
"Arrive at the Inn on the outskirts of town tonight at room 7. Go alone...Be there after 8 tonight...P.S....Don't alert the cops if you cherish any of your friends lives or your own."
You felt anxiety building just reading it. You couldn't recognize the handwriting as far as you could tell. You knew it was a trap, and yet, you also knew they weren't playing around either. If you told Dewey; 15 years ago would happen all over again. You just knew it. If you told Gale; she was going to do anything to be the one to solve the case. If you told or took Randy; he could die....You quickly put the note away in your pocket as you saw Randy coming back. You knew it was a death wish but if you could end this shit before it got worse; you would. They clearly wanted you more than anyone.
"Karla made it. She's not happy about us not being able to join but I swore to her if it got too bad; we'd be out of this place...Where's Gale?"
You forced a small smile. "Arguing with Dewey over the phone, I'm guessing."
Randy rolled his head with a tsk. "Ah geez. They've been doing a lot of that lately."
"How much lately? I've been out of the loop the last few years..."
Randy shrugged. "Eh, not really. It's just the same old same old. Gale wants fame, Dewey wants to live a humble life in Woodsboro. Same shit years ago."
"Yeah, I'm sure being stuck here is getting to her."
"Yeah..." He seemed in a much cheerier mood as he smiled and asked. "So, what did I miss?"
"Uh...Nothing really."
He raised a brow. "You sure?"
You sipped your mostly empty drink on purpose. "Mm hm." Before giving a scoff of a chuckle and telling him. "Just girl talk with Gale."
"Oh...So, she told you her secret skincare routine is to reap the souls of unsuspecting victims or??"
Gale cleared her throat next to the table. Randy grinned. "Oh, hi Gale. How long were you there?"
"Long enough...Dipshit." She muttered under her breath then gestured to you both. "Alright, get the tab. I've got a new lead, I'll check back with both of you later. I gotta get there before my husband gets there and scares off the lead."
"We'll come-"
"Not yet! I work alone, you know this."
With that, she turns on her heels as you and Randy call out to her before giving each other dumbfounded looks.
"Can you believe the audacity of that woman? Well...Since we're apparently just back up for Dewey and Gale when they bite off more than they can chew and we have nothing else better to do in the meantime; wanna go to some of our old haunts together?"
You smiled with a surprised look. "I'd like that but what about your stores?"
"Bookstore is closed on account of yesterday. You would think the video store would be booming like it was in 96 this time around but noooooooo. Everyone must be streaming or something...It's pretty dead. Better business being dead than us, I guess." He gave with a shrug. Shoving his hands in his pockets after standing up.
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You and Randy drove around as he pointed out old houses and names. Some were familiar and some weren't...It honestly made you feel so out of sync with the happenings here and the people. People you saw in the halls or some mowing their lawns now were distant memories.
"Oh, remember that one snobby bottle blonde that totally hated you for dating James and I'm pretty sure she wanted to bang Billy Loomis too so she hated Sid just as much?"
"We're in Cali, there are tons of bleached blondes."
"No, no. The cheerleader! Remember she tried calling you ugly and Sidney a slut? Remember her calling Tatum a lard ass and Dewey had to warn Tatum not to beat her up after school?" Randy had a devious grin as he sang out. "Guess what she looks like now.~"
You instantly knew who he was talking about. Perking up and uttering. "No."
"Uh huh. Prepare yourself." He gestured to a small shabby house where a blonde woman with outgrown brown roots half way down her brassy hair stood. She had on a dingy coral pink robe while watering her flowers out front. She gave you both dirty looks with a face that seemed a lot older than just early 30s as she jerked the hose over a bunch of toys littering the yard.
"NO!" You mouthed out, trying not to turn in your seat. "That's her?!"
"Yep." Randy smirked while driving. "Hey, I'm not exactly as fit as I was 10 years ago and I'm not exactly living the high life either but there is something so damn special about an asshole getting their karma. Remember she told Sidney she'd probably end up in the nuthouse or a two timing tramp like her mother? Yeah. Can't say I feel bad...Karla heard her arguing with her husband in the bank drive thru about her being accused of their one son being...Get this; his brothers."
"Oh shit." You mumbled.
"I know! I don't know why people forget drive thrus have cameras, especially banks, but thank god they do. You wouldn't believe the stories Karla tells me!" He chuckled before releasing a sigh with a content smile. "Oh how the popular jerks in High School fall."
You huffed, still taken aback that it was her...Still, you didn't feel nearly as satisfied as you should. The note was the only thing really forming your interest at the moment.
"...Something on your mind?" Randy asked. "I mean, you barely reacted when I showed you that our old jerk off Quarterback that got busted for putting pills in girls drinks is balding now and is married to the same bitchy cheerleader I just showed you or when I told you Mrs. Burkhardt still has an army of plastic flamingos in her yard. " He huffed. "You didn't even seem interested when I showed you that the creepy guy from Shop has a successful wood art business and looks like freaking Ashton Kutcher now that the braces are off and his skin cleared up!...He's single, by the way. Just putting it out there."
You side eyed him. "Thanks for being Toby Fairley's wingman but I'm not exactly interested at the moment with a crazy killer after us again."
"See? You even remember his name!"
"Ray." You scolded.
He sighed with a frown as he got to a stop sign. "Yeah fine, guess that's reasonable...So...I can make a left or right."
You saw the sign and instantly recognized it. "Oh my God..." You pointed. "Left."
"...You know that takes us past Billy's house, right?"
"I'm aware."
Randy seemed resistant but sighed and put on his blinker. Silently driving as you looked around. The drive reminded you so many times of being with Tatum driving you and Sidney to spy or see her boyfriend that spring and half the summer before you got with James....You remembered his very nice car outfront and his even nicer house. No decorations, Hank never really home, no siblings as far as you knew...You never went inside. Billy always seemed eager to get out of the house. With his Mom gone and how his relationship or lack of seemed with his Dad; you now knew why.
You froze seeing it...Empty. Graffiti all over it, broken windows, and the place falling in. Randy parked the car as you stared at it. He leaned over, his arm on your seat as he stared at the house. "Feels like every haunted house in any horror movie ever made...After they found Hank Loomis stabbed 50 something times inside; the place just rotted away."
"Wow..." You softly gave. "That's...Just so much pain in one home."
"Yeah well, that's what happens when crazies live there." He sighed out while putting the car into drive but you quickly stopped him.
...You never saw inside. Ever. You knew it was dumb but something was just pulling you towards it. Maybe to see if there was a connection to these murders happening? It felt unlike you but...You needed to know before you possibly died...Besides, this new killer was clearly another nut idolizing Billy and Stu.
"No, wait. I want to go inside."
"What? YN, we aren't teens anymore. Dewey will kill you before the killer can if you break and enter. Hell, the house might! You see how bad of condition it's in?! It's a freaking zoning violation and the city council has been trying to tear it down for years. You could fall through the floor and break your neck!"
"It was built in 1980's not 1880's; and people lived in it clear up until a little over 10 years ago. I'm sure it's walkable." You glanced over at him, already unbuckling as he furiously shook his head. "Wow, I didn't know we became old all the sudden. Turn your helicopter Dad mode off and help me check out an ex murderers house. I mean, WE KNEW the ex murderers...Unless you're a big chicken now..." You started bawcking.
He groaned and got out. "Childish tactics don't work anymore, YN." You continued mocking him, flapping your arms while walking as he gave you a huff. "They don't! I'm a grown man!"
You were on the porch and pushed the door in, giving him a disbelieving look as you drew your gun and crept in. Randy gave you the most frustrated sco and followed. "This is breaking every fucking rule ever!...YN?...YN!" He lectured as he followed you into the dark house. Daylight through the windows is the only thing lighting the place.
Randy looked around, shrinking a bit as he called out. "YN?...Hey, where are you?...If you aren't dead, say something."
Silence before you waited and just said 'boo.' behind him. Just simply surprising him had him jerking back and metaphorically jumping out of his skin before he glared at you. "Are you serious?!"
"Making sure you're prepared for the actual killers." You put your gun back in your holster under your jacket and looked around at the decrepit house you knew was once gorgeous with Hank being a lawyer and his salary.
"Wow...This is crazy."
Randy shrugged with a shiver. "Yeah, I was only in here a few times but......Oh..." He pointed to a dark spot on the floor in the living room. The wood was stained. "Uh...That's where Hank died."
"Oh god." You grimaced, stepping back instinctively. You both jumped as a rat scurried across the floor.
Randy got behind you, hands on your shoulders as he urged you. "YN, come on! Let's go! I just know some freaky shit has happened here and I'm not bringing home a Loomis Ghost from kids doing a failed seance. I didn't like him alive let alone being from Poltergeist. "
You almost agreed, curiosity not that interesting anymore now that you saw the inside. Rotting, vandalized, a shell of what it used to be. It was as eery as it got...But one thing just kept you wanting to stay. "I gotta see Billy's room."
"What?! Who fucking cares?!"
"I do...It could give us a clue. I mean, if they're copying the old murderers; how do we know they haven't been in here as well?"
"More reason to leave."
"Ray, I can't run away from it forever! I can't run from my thoughts or that night anymore...I gotta know and try to use it to solve this new killer before more people get hurt." He gave you a confused look as you told him. "Ray...I know it was an act and everything and I know you disliked him even before he was a known killer but...He was my friend at one point and he was also the guy that tried looping me into a murder plot and then tried to kill me for betraying him... This place won't be here long and I just gotta see where he lived and if there's anything useful to us now."
Randy gave you a strange look before whining and stomping his foot with dread as you continued up the steps. "Shit."
You softly let your feet walk up the stairs, leery of the floorboards that haven't been maintained in over 12 or more years since Hank died and Billy 'died'. You had your gun ready, just in case you came across a Ghostface or something. Using it to nudge the doors open. The first room was bare, graffiti here and there but nothing too surprising. The next bedroom you shoved the door open, leveling your gun in multiple directions including behind the door and then the closet. You relaxed and motioned for Randy as you put your gun back once more...Marveling at the room around you.
"Oh my God..." You mumbled under your breath. Graffiti of devils, pentagrams, tags, and telling Billy Loomis to rot in hell or that he ruled all over the walls of the faded blue room. The bed was white with stains all over it from the elements and age...At least, you hoped that's what it was.
"Uh uh, I don't like that. I do not like that shit. Nothing about this room says 'home sweet home'." Randy covered his mouth. "Fucking bacteria and mold and dust everywhere. You know I have a touch of asthma, right?"
"Then huff your inhaler or go outside, Ray...I'm looking." You saw posters had been on the walls, some stolen and ripped off. A few left behind. All movies or grunge rock of the 90s. His drawers were open and bare or had a few items of clothes inside. You saw a baseball on the dresser along with a few dusty cds and a few magazines from 1996. "Jesus, it's like a time capsule." You drew out in amazement...Somehow, you could imagine what it looked like when you huys were kids. You could imagine the sun peaking in as Billy and you sat on the bed talking...You didn't know how to feel about that.
Randy coughed as dust flew off a magazine he picked up. After he got done coughing, he wiped it off and smirked. "Well, look here. It's Cindy! Long time no see, Miss Crawford." He showed you a very sensual picture of a 20 something year old Cindy Crawford. He talked to the magazine. "Look, Cindy. You're a nice girl. You got me through a lot of rough times and lonely nights as a 17 year old virgin but I'm afraid I found another woman. One that's off the pages...Oh god, are these pages sticking because of erosion or-"
"Randy, knock it off and help me look." You opened drawers to his dresser. Randy put the magazine back down on the nightstand and walked over to look with you.
"What exactly are we looking for anyways?"
"I don't know. Evidence maybe? Just, see if we can find anything useful for the present murders."
Randy shrugged. "I don't know. Looks like a normal teens bedroom just with satanic symbols...Same thing, I guess. Kind of boring for a murderering sociopath...."
You lightly rolled your eyes as he rummaged through things in Billy's old nightstand. You opened the closet and looked at the clothes. They were actually in good condition...Your hand lightly went over a blue polo shirt as you remembered him wearing it as a teen. You frowned, your brows furrowing together as your fingertips felt the fabric. The memory of you and him being in his car late one night popped up. He had picked you up first then was making his way to pick up Stu, Sidney and Tatum. Randy was working and you remember feeling bummed out everyone would be too busy making out all night while you were the extra wheel in the back of the small car. James not in your life yet.
You sat in the front seat of his Camaro as you both sat in the drive and waited for Stu. Mostly silent and making small talk. He had his hair completely slicked back with gel and that polo shirt on. You could smell the cologne he wore. You saw Stu do a stupid dance move on his porch to annoy you both as Billy yelled out his car window "Hurry up, dickweed!" Stu went to walk and missed all of his steps...Literally face planted to the ground. You gasped and Billy just groaned softly. Stu gave a thumbs up before you could get out of the car and stood up before he released a string of curses....Dog shit smeared all over him where he fell. Stu looked disgusted, stripping off right there and yelling at how gross it was as you laughed...Billy laughed too. A genuine laugh as you and him just watched Stu run in the house to change. You and Billy laughed until you were wheezing. Billy hunched over his steering wheel silently laughing while you were dying in the passenger seat at the look on Stu's face. Billy made shit jokes about him all night as you tried to contain snickering knowing Stu could dish it out but sometimes couldn't handle being the ass of an unintentional joke.
You were brought back to the present with a deep hurt weighing on your chest. You almost wondered if that shirt smelled like him still, even faintly? If he remembered that memory as fondly as you did? If he was even alive...
"YN...Did you find something?" Randy asked.
You shook your head, shoving away from the closet. "No, just looking...It's so odd. I know Tatum's room is probably cleaned and pleasant memorylane but this feels...So empty. So...Strange."
"Yeah well, no one left to give a damn about a murderer."
"Yeah...You find anything?"
"Pft, no. He had the most basic elitist taste in horror movies. Seen them all, own them all."
"I meant a red flag or clue, Randy."
Randy shrugged. "Not really? Look, most things are destroyed or stolen or worthless. Let's just get out of here before someone finds us."
You nodded. The room was a normal teen room. Nothing out of the ordinary. You went to walk and tripped.
"Oh shit! Geez YN, you alright?" Randy helped you up as you cursed and kicked the rug away.
"Yeah. Stupid thing...Hey...What's that?"
You and him looked to a piece of wood unlike the others under that rug near the bed. You both exchanged wary looks before you reached over and plucked the stray plank from the floor...Revealing items stashed inside.
You reached in as well as Randy. Randy pulled out a bag of joints. "No way..." He put it in his pocket and you gave him a raised brow. "What?! I might need it after all of this!"
"Dewey will flip his shit if he finds joints in your pocket. Those are stale as fuck, I just know it...If you get mold in your lungs; don't say I didn't warn you."
"Okay, Grandma. I'll be a good responsible boy and make sure the weeds have a good home...My home." He shrugged with a laugh. "I may not have been a burn out but I remember what bad weed looked like. I'm looking before I roll it back up, honestly. "
You shook your head with a laugh and dug. Pulling out lighters...Then papers...Then a photo...And then a knife and gloves.
Randy cringed. "Now that seems more on point."
You handed him the gloves and knife before looking at the photo and your eyes widened considerably.
...It was you.
Randy's mouth hung open as well as he saw a 17 to 18 year old you. It was your yearbook photo of you smiling with a 90s hairstyle you loved to wear and a sweater.
"...What the fuck..." Randy breathlessly mumbled as you just stared...Why would he have a picture of you and only you? You flipped it over to see it was signed by you...Did you give him a photo? Why would you give your friend's boyfriend you barely knew at the time a picture of yourself?? Then you remembered...It was a gift to Sidney Prescott. Billy must have stole it.
You handed the photo to Randy who examined it as well as you tentatively opened the folded piece of paper...The more you read it...The more you felt your heart hammer and a queasy feeling in your stomach.
"What?...W-What does it say?" Randy asked before you handed it to him. He scrunched his brows, reading it outloud. "...I can't fight this anymore, not after fighting for our lives the way we did. Life is short...I know we went through so much but I have to tell you this-"
You spaced out, hearing it in Billy's voice instead of Randy's.
"I have to tell you this...I never thought we'd make it and I'm glad you lived. You're so lucky Mr. Prescott gave you such a shallow stab wound that night. We're lucky...Some of us weren't. I'm still trying to comprehend Randy and Tatum's deaths...Most of all, Sidney's...I miss her so much, YN. But I have to move on. We all do."
You clutched your mouth as it continued. Feeling like you might throw up.
"...That's why I have to tell you this. I don't know how you feel but I know how I feel about you. I know a love note is as corny as it gets but I can't seem to find the words to tell you this in person...The truth is, I care about you YN. I didn't know how much we needed each other until-"
Randy shoved the paper down in disgust. "I can't read this shit."
"Read it." You urged, feeling your eyes burn and your mouth dry.
Randy sighed heavily and picked it back up.
"I didn't know how much we needed each other until our lives depended on it. If this is too soon, I get it. But I really hope you consider giving me a chance. Sidney would want us both to move on and I know she'd be happy for us if we found each other. She'd want her best friend and her boyfriend to be happy...I know this is sudden but I think I'm falling for you and if you feel the same way, then meet me at the watertower this evening. If you don't then I guess I'll understand. I just know that I think about you a lot lately. Some of my best memories other than Sid were with you and I'd be an idiot to not tell you. You're the most unique, smart and honestly prettiest girl in Woodsboro now that Sidney's gone...Rest her soul and your poor boyfriend James but I can't wallow in misery anymore over what happened and neither should you. You deserve happiness YN and maybe that happiness can be with me? Don't be late for my sake....Billy."
Randy threw the paper to the side, utter disgust on his face as he growled out. "Bastard... This is some bullshit letter he was going to use if he got away with it. He was definitely going to kill you if you didn't show up...Low down fuckface." He glanced over at you and his features fell...You realized your cheeks were wet. "YN?...Hey. It's okay!" He softly gave, reaching over to put a hand on your shoulder.
You sucked in a shaky breath. "I-I...I didn't expect to find something like this..." You sniffed, staring at both the discarded picture and note on the floor. Randy frowned as he stared at you.
"...YN...I'm sorry you saw that but you know that it's all bullshit, right? He's a sick, demented fuck that looked at everyone as a pawn piece. I don't know what you're feeling but if it's guilt or sadness or something then shove that away. You don't owe him anything!"
"I know..." You closed your eyes and swallowed. "I know just...When he told me, I didn't believe him. I thought he was lying but...Why have a picture of me if he was? Why wrote those lies to get me out of every other girl in Woodsboro? He had so many after him, so why me?...I just...I just thought he was lying about jow he felt!"
Randy's brows rose. "What are you talking about?"
You sighed heavily, looking up at the ceiling as you both were on your knees on the floor. "...Ray, he told me he was in love with me." Randy looked taken aback as you continued in a heavy voice. "... When him and Stu ambushed me at my house and blackmailed me like they did; he told me he loved me and that was the only reason I didn't die that night...He...H-He...." You choked out. "He kissed me in the closet after he killed Tatum that night. I didn't know! I was just trying to get Sid and Tatum and you out of there and then Stu had her get beers and you had no idea so you were drinking with friends and Sidney went with him as soon as I found Tat's body...He dragged me in and kissed me after murdering my best friend and before screwing over my other best friend-" You softly released a sob. "I never told anyone because of Gale's book and you hated me then so I was too scared! Even after we made up I was scared you'd use it as leverage to blame me again for Sid's death and-"
Randy frowned deeply and rubbed your shoulder before pulling you close to him for a hug. You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as he buried his face in your shoulder. His voice rising in disbelief. "Shh...It's okay. I never hated you! You should know that by now. I was just a weak kid that needed to blame someone...But Billy and Stu were the only ones to blame; not you." He rubbed your back as he spoke. "I never hated you; I hate him. I hate everything about him for what he did to you, to me, to Sidney, to Tatum and Dewey. That letter and picture changes nothing, understand?" He pulled back to look you in the eyes, hands on either shoulder.
You shook your head. "But it does...I came here looking for answers to the current murders or to see Billy for what he was even more than I already did...And I get a fucking love note and a picture of me he kept hidden."
"That doesn't make him a decent guy, YN."
"I know that-"
He lightly shook you. "No, you don't! I know you, so stop trying to see the good in some misunderstood kid! It's not there. Okay, even if he did have a crush on you that doesn't make him good underneath it all or some shit! Not after what he did and God knows what he would have done to you too...I know you have a lot of confusing things that happened to you but Billy Loomis was a piece of shit. He's dead. It doesn't matter what he 'felt' because he was a monster and he burnt up in that house like the demon fucker he was. You'll never have to worry about him ever again...Never, YN...Let go of your guilt, okay? Please. Look around us; you hanging onto this guilt is like hanging onto this room...Look at it." He gestured to the graffiti, dust, cobwebs of the room for emphasis.
You frowned...Knowing better but nodding. You went to take the picture and Randy tried to stop you. You instantly glared at him. "Randy, you've said no one else went through what I went through and it couldn't be more true. I did go through confusing things and I want to keep this note and picture for my own sake no matter how much more confusing it is...I don't feel guilt for trying to save him just as well as trying to kill him...But I'm keeping this."
He stared but let go. Giving you a sad look as you wiped your eyes and stood up.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just get out of here before a neighbor calls Dewey on us." You roughly shoved the letter and picture in your pocket and took one last lokk at the room before walking out.
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You both drove just a little longer, going past Sidney's house that had been remodeled slightly and sold years ago. You went past Dewey's parents home that stayed the same...Randy asked if you wanted to go in but you declined. Not only did it not feel right without Dewey to enter Tatum's space but you had enough sad memories for one day...James house was gone. You reasoned it was in bad shape anyways and the property value decreased with him being found in the field behind that house with no face. But the park, the water tower, the quarry all were the same and you could appreciate that.
It was insane that the towns you lived in before, the childhood home that you lived in longer, didn't impact you like this town did. Like this friend group did...Less than a year living there and it was still permanently seared into your brain.
You and Randy got take out to eat at home as you tried to enjoy your time with him...Knowing what you were about to do might be the last even if you were confident you knew what to do. You were actually grateful for the hug you got from Randy earlier.
You purposely went to the fridge and scoffed. "Oh shoot, we're out of drinks here."
"Oh, well I can go tomorrow."
You shook your head. "No, I'll go. I'll take Dewey's jeep."
"No, don't do that! How about I go? Buddy system?"
"Uh actually...Is it offensive to want a bit of alone time? I just feel like someone needs to guard the house, ya know?"
He blinked but shook his head. "No. No, not at all, especially after today and...What we found. Can you hold down the fort till I'm gone then? I swear, I'll make it quick."
You nodded even if you were internally screaming at yourself to reconsider. "Yeah, totally. Just be careful."
"I have police following us, I think I'll be alright. You need to just lock the doors, leave lights on, get your gun, don't answer-"
You laughed and handed him his jacket. "I know the rules, Randy. Go get us snacks and drinks for a movie night, alright?"
He threw his jacket on and got his keys. "Fine but I swear, I want you in one piece. Okay? I'm not saying...You know because...Well, you know."
"It's alright. Follow the rules; we'll be alright."
He nodded. Waiting till he left and then Perkin's car followed. You instantly got the keys to Dewey's jeep, locked the house up and quickly got in the car. You eased out and drove the opposite direction Randy went. Heading to that damn inn on the outskirts of town before another officer was sent by Perkin's to watch you while he followed Randy...It was a comfort Randy had cops following him.
You came up on it and turned the car off. Frowning deeply before a determined look crossed your features...Knife, gun, mace, taser...All of it ready in the comfiest clothes you brought with you. You got out of the jeep and went straight to room 7...You listened at the otherside of the door, hearing shuffling behind it.
It opened and a hand snaked out to pull you into the dark room. Out of instinct, you grabbed that arm and rushed forward to slam your elbow into their stomach as the momentum took you inside. You quickly twisted the arm back as far as you could, hearing someone gasp in pain and you jammed your gun right into the back of their head against the wall.
"Alright, who are you and what are you tring to pull?!"
"YN!" A voice snapped out as a light flicked on. Illuminating the once dark room.
Your eyes adjusted to see...A man was in your grasp. Another was standing up and you once again relied on your instincts and self defense training, jerking the man you had a hold of in front of you with your back to the wall. His arm being twisted painfully the only thing keeping him from decking you and overpowering you was you twisting his arm at the wrist as you kept your gun on his neck.
"Yo! Stand down, it's us!"
Your face fell at the familiar voice. You just heard it on the phone last night...You saw Stu standing, hands up with a cringe.
....
You quickly released who you now realized was Billy as he jerked away from you with a glare, rubbing his arm. "Damn, why does she need us for? Fuck-" He grumbled.
You stared, mouth parted as the two grown men looked at you. Two faces you actually didn't think you'd see again....So many questions demaning to be answered, so many emotions, so much shock...All you could utter was their names with your gun still aimed.
"....Billy?....Stu?"
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WE NEVER EXISTED
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Note: Song used for Cartman's phone call is Sk8 Head by City Morgue
Eric Cartman was a character of greed, of manipulation, of exploiting those he believed inferior to him. Unfortunately for everyone else, Eric Cartman believed EVERYONE to be inferior.
He did not care for ethics nor did he care about morals, if a friend of his needed help he wouldn't even bat an eye in their general direction. Cartman was a firm believer in that everything happens for a reason. As stupid as that may sound, it's why Cartman got into the show business, into the world of entertainment, of fame.
It's why he created the podcast with his on and off again girlfriend, Heidi Turner. He wanted to cause karma. He wanted to show the world that when he exposes people for the whole internet to see, it's because they deserved it. Sure, he likes hating on people and sure he likes shit talking about people he knows, but all in all, for Cartman, his podcast is a way to bring shitty people down a notch, to show the world, "Hey, your favorite, is problematic." Why? It creates fame, it gives Cartman status.
And there is nothing more in the world that Cartman loves more that status.
It isn't rare for Cartman to get dms or business emails from people, influencers, fans, the works, trying to give him some gossip about their lives and who to expose next. What he doesn't often get? Phone calls.
For the past half hour, Cartman has received 14 missed calls and 3 voice messages from an unknown number claiming to have some of the world's most gossipiest information. Part of him would like to listen to the voicemails, but the voice changer that obviously masks the actual pitiful voice of the caller gives Cartman major cringe vibes.
"Who cares who you with? Are you scared? You scared! Who car--" Cartman groans and presses the end call for the umpteenth time that night, "Jesus fuck, give it a rest already, if I ain't answerin' then it's for a god damn good reason."
"Hmm..maybe you should answer it? Or at the very least just block it, Eric." Heidi hums out, spinning back and forth in her chair.
"I like the attention," Cartman answers back simply, Heidi scoffs at that with a "Of course you do."
"Just, all I'm saying is give the phone call a shot! You really never know if it's something good or not, and hey, if it turns out to be worthless information, you can at least slander the phone caller next podcast episode!" Heidi inwardly cringes at the idea she gave Cartman, but in her defense, she's sick and tired of hearing Cartman's phone ring for the hundreth time that night.
Cartman thinks for a moment, before turning around to face Heidi, "Heidi, I love you so much. You're right, I could just slander them next podcast! And expose their phone number if their information is worthless!"
Heidi offers a tight lipped awkward smile before working more on some details for the next podcast episode.
Cartman puts his feet up, now eager for the next phone call to come in, "Any minute now." Cartman thinks.
As soon as the thought leaves his mind, sure enough his phone starts ringing, "Hello?" Cartman picks up the phone and answers.
"Eric Cartman. You just now decide to pick up?" The changed voice questions.
"Hey! I'm a very busy man, do you know how many fake phone calls I get? I had to make sure you had some legit information, run a little test. You passed, of course." Cartman sneers out and Heidi glances up at him in fake amusement.
"I have a test of my own for you, Eric."
"Don't call me that--"
"The test is simple, answer a few questions, and you get your information." The voice on the phone sings out.
"The fuck? What kind of bullshit is this?"
Instead of responding to Cartman's last sentence, the man continues on, "How important are your friends?"
"What?"
"How. Important. Are. Your. Friends. Eric Cartman."
"Dude what the fuck? Are you some psycho? Like are you the next Ghostface? The fuck is this?" Cartman asks, bewildered. At this point Heidi has stopped working on her scripts and details and is fully engrossed into the one sided conversation she hears Cartman having on the phone.
"Answer, Eric."
"Jesus christ, I said not to call me that.." Cartman sighs heavily, "I guess they're somewhat important, I mean compared to other things they might not be but--"
"What about comparing them to your podcast?" The voice cuts him off.
"Okay, you're acting like a dick, do NOT cut me off dude. I don't care how juicy this information is, you're acting like a dick. SECOND, in comparison to that, whatever gets me the most views is what's important to me, so how does my friends fit into THAT, huh?" Cartman spits out venomously.
Silence takes over the phone call.
Cartman is about to hang up when he hears a faint, "You passed. Expect an email soon." And the phone is hung up.
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Something from Hazel's FLCL video that caught my eye was this one shot manga Dirty Work, co-written by FLCL character designer Yoshiyuki Sadamoto. There is a scene in Episode One of FLCL where Mamimi, in response to Naota's (petulant) ask about her feelings for his absent brother/her quasi-ex, responds:
...Watermelon. Or like a panda with a mean face. Or like sandals with pressure points drawn on them. Or the smell of a blackboard eraser. Or a Sunday morning, where you wake up and it’s raining.
Its a meandering and mysterious response, but still one that gets the point across. This dialogue was apparently written by Sadamoto entirely on his own insistence, and he claims to have something of a predilection for it, a love for the meandering, obtuse, poet-girl.
Dirty Work is the most clear example of this fetish from Sadamoto's other creations - its a ~20 page story of a teen guy, the childhood best friend who lives at a chicken farm he is in love with, and the people she asks him to beat up or kill who have wronged her. With a duo who, by the way, make it hilariously apparent this is from the character designer for Evangelion:
That is just Shinji and like a Misato/Asuka cross, some of the mannerisms are absolutely identical, its great. It also has some fashion that is really on point:
Ngl I might steal this look. And in continuing the predilections of Sadamoto, Evangelion, and the 90's Gainax psycho-sexual oeuvre, it also fulfills its duty to the otaku nation by have an out-of-nowhere dubiously consensual grope scene! The guy knows what he likes, okay?
But Dirty Work is not really about any of that; instead it is about the limits of longing and your own capacity, or even desire, to bridge the gap. Our girl Kana knows that our boy Tatsuo here is in love with her, and uses that knowledge for her own ends, sure, but she has no plan herself. That control is about the only agency she has in a life otherwise ruled by passivity:
Tatsuo and her are both stuck in their place - but that isn't as bad as it sounds. For one this is clearly an erotically tinged passivity; a manipulative girl keeping a guy on a leash with crumbs of sexual favours in return for acts of violence? Fucking hot, and not a dynamic foreign to FLCL! But that eroticism is elevated by Tatsuo claiming that "when he is reincarnated" (aka metaphorically when he changes who he is) he will win her over, and she replies that she doesn't want that:
And bam, that is our Mamimi sequence. To explain that last section, future panels will tell you that in chicken coops (like Kana's) light bulbs are used at night to convince the chickens more days are passing so they lay more eggs; a symbiotic-but-frozen relationship.
You can treat Mamimi and Kana's lines here as simple indulgences, playful poetry, but it really works for me. Doraemon & Cutie Honey, protractors and compasses, Jenni - okay we are just gonna ignore that line, we can't nail it every time - all these things are kind of great for their differences, right? You don't want to unify them, they are connected, but not fully, and its better that way. Kana is never leaving home, she is gonna run her mom's chicken coop, Tatsuo is never getting with Kana, which you could view as negative...or you could just not, and instead as a (*cough* erotic *cough*) dynamic with its own power. This line sells that, as does the last part of the manga:
Being the lightbulb to a chicken is beautiful too sometimes.
Which brings us all the way back to Mamimi. Mamimi is not Kana, her story is not her story - she is in way worse straits, and she is going to change, dramatically so, over the course of the show. But in Episode 1 you are seeing her through Naota's eyes, the simultaneous object of his disgust and desire. The way that she claims to love Naota's brother while being sexually intimate with Naota in said brother's absence, the way she clings to his memory despite him having completely moved on from her, Naota views this as wrong and maybe pathetic:
And you, the audience, agree with Naota, because its his story, and you don't spend a lot of time in Episode 1 in Mamimi's head. You see Mamimi's lines about watermelons and sandals and shit as an affectation and a cope.
Now, though, I can view them as a reference, as the way Mamimi sees herself - as Kana does. Dirty Work had 20 pages to sell me on how Kana's stasis is kindof beautiful, and Mamimi is a dead ringer for the same mold. More pathetic externally of course, but a match internally. It doesn't last, it doesn't even last this entire scene, but in her mind this relationship is giving something that change is not going to replace.
Or I mean probably Sadamoto has a fetish for cryptic poetry girls and this was his moment to shine. But I like my take better.
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more child sole lmao how would the companions react to kid sole just. fuckin biting someone. in self-defense, yeah, but there are still several other ways they could defend themselves they just choose teeth
Maccready
"No! We don't put anything but food in our mouths. Okay?"
As a parent it's a conversation he's had many times, usually when Duncan tried to eat a comic book or stuffing from his teddy bear, so sole bitting into a raider was new territory for him he'll admit. He's hoping the same parenting technique works, because truth be told he's exhausted and out of ideas.
Hancock
"Now I'm not sure if I took psycho and just don't remember it, or if you did... either way this might sound hypocritical coming from me, but you are way to young for drugs...."
Once they had told him no they were not on his chems he would talk to them about why it's not okay to go feral ghoul on people and just take a chomp outta them.... Truth be told he'd done it a few times, but like he said he's a hypocrite, and he was trying to set a good example here.
Cait
"That's it! Make em' pay!"
Its a good thing sole was prewar. Cait had seen her for share of people bite off more than they can chew and ending up losing a tooth. Dental care isn't exactly great in the wastes, but this little shit has teeth of steel perfect for chomping and chomp they shall.
Danse
"Absolutely not acceptable soldier! You are part of the brotherhood, not a common scavver, you can't go around biting people."
He'd sound like an angry dad the entire time. He'd lecture sole the whole way back to the prydwen/police station about ethics and what is and isn't acceptable in hand to hand combat
Curie
"While I know you were in quite the pickle there, please do not bite people! You could get many unwanted diseases"
Shes very concerned about soles health both mental and physical, but for the moment she's more concerned about them becoming ill, and is to stunned to try and tackle the mental this very instant.
Deacon
"I'm guessing you're a little behind on your rabies shots? Did you know rabies is one of the most deadly illnesses? Its said once you start experiencing symptoms its already to late..... welp guess you're screwed"
If he had successfully spooked sole with the rabies lie he'd call it a day, but if they rolled their eyes and didn't belive him he'd keep trying to sell them the whole rabies thing until he felt they were efficiently scared. He's of the opinion if someone traumatizes you, you traumatize them right back. He never though a child could creep him out this much, but holy shit being bitten by a crazed child was now on deacons top 10 fears list. Safe to say he's either sleeping with one eye open, or duck taping the little piranha's mouth shut before bed.
Piper
"Blue! We do not bite people... If they weren't already dead I'd consider making you apologize! Now please for the love of everything, spit that out"
She'd be disgusted. Did Sole know where that had been? And if they did, did they really want it in their mouth? Yuck.
Nick
"Now why would you do that... I cant imagine commonwealth cuisine could ever taste good let alone raw....come on let's get you cleaned up... got a bit of raider stuck in your teeth"
Maniacal beeping is one thing, but chewing down on some low lives is another, beyond the part where it's just plain gross its also not the most morally sound way of dealing with threats either...
Preston
"Uhhh you've got blood.... in your teeth?"
A child going feral was not apart of what he had planned today give him a minute to ground himself. Preston's internally freaking out, because what the fuck just happened!?
X6-88
"That was lazy Sir/Ma'am. Next time you get close enough to bite someone, try sticking your thumbs in their eye socket instead... trust me it's far more effective.... and far more satisfying"
He's done it before...
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[Y'all I need to get this off my chest pls quoi. Evan eventually learning French... Enjoy!!!]
“Hi… um… bonjour – excuse me? I’m looking for… um…” Evan scanned his call sheet again. It was in French. “Sorry… I can’t read it…”
“Ah, Evan Peet-air?” the lovely French-speaking lady made his name sound like chocolate. He smiled nervously. “Yes, you come with me. I take you there, is quicker.”
“Thanks.” The woman led him to an open field, reachable only on foot for the day since it had rained pretty badly overnight, and the dirt paths had become mud pits. But, with wellies on, they made it.
“Voila. Madame Sharpe is over there, under the tent.”
“Thanks so much, I appreciate it.” Evan followed the path the woman had pointed out to her, and sure enough, huddled around a screen, was Amelia. The first round of shots looked incredible. “Um… hi, Amelia…”
“Evan! You made it! I was starting to get worried!” Amelia stood, moving to the back of the tent with him. “What happened?” He was a good half-hour late, not at all like him.
“I… everything is in French and I can’t read that.” He pulled out the itinerary he’d been given, and the call sheet. “My phone’s not working over here so I couldn’t use Google Translate, and the three people I asked what you said to ask didn’t speak English at all.”
“How did you say it?”
“Parrlay voow Onglay.”
“Close enough…” Amelia smiled up at him, but she took the call sheet and itinerary from him. “But I’ll find out why these are in French. I’ll give you mine for tomorrow, since we don't have the full studio out here. It’s miserable.”
“Belgian weather, though, right?” Evan grinned.
“Sure is!” Amelia sighed. “How are you finding it, anyway?”
“It’s nice. A little different to what I’d expected, but nice. Actually, no-one recognised me in the street earlier – and there’s no paps?!”
“Why do you think I moved here?” Amelia chuckled again. “It’s heaven on Earth and no-one gives a shit about who you are. It’s perfect!”
The scenes they were filming were mainly in the forest, where the ground was thankfully solid and they had cover from the trees if it did start raining. Evan, as was his typecasting, was playing a lover who’d turned out to be a psycho killer (qu’est-ce que c’est, fafafafafa… ) and Amelia was playing the girl who’d gotten away from him, but now was on the run. There was a bit of a magical twist, though, which would take them some time to get done. But by the end of that first day, Evan felt like he’d relaxed fully into the role, even though it was already exhausting.
As the first month wore on, Evan discovered a love for Belgium that he’d never expected to have. Not least because he’d been able to walk down the street and have virtually no-one know who he was, he really felt like he could turn off his brain and just exist. Amelia had taken him around Brussels to show him the sights, but he’d been content to sit in a random bar with a beer and a book and just… be. It had allowed him to relax so fully, he genuinely didn’t want to get back on the plane back to the States, and he still had two months left there.
His friends in the States, however, had identified another possible reason why he didn’t want to go back home: Amelia. It was obvious to the whole world that, if Evan were to have a little more courage, and Amelia were to believe someone could and would want her, that they’d be an unstoppable power couple that would rule the entire cinematic universe. After all of Evan’s failed relationships, and the trauma he’d been through with each (in their own different ways, of course), someone like Amelia would be perfect for him. His friends had tried to tell him that she was perfect because she’d also known trauma. She’d known abuse. She’d known the desire to just fade quietly into the background. She also had her own empire of fame: dance schools across Europe, several in the UK, and a few in the States all generated from her success as a dancer growing up. An Oscar tucked under her belt for a movie she hadn’t thought she was any good in. An actual billion in her bank, but she gave millions away to charities across the world so that she wouldn’t ever end up on the Forbes 30 under 30 list. She couldn’t really go anywhere in the UK or the US because everyone knew her – much like Evan. She understood what he needed. And she didn’t need him for his fame, either.
But Evan couldn’t bring himself to say much more than the basic conversations they’d shared. He’d wanted to open up to Amelia, wanted to tell her everything… but he couldn’t. He couldn’t risk that his heart would be broken again. Besides, Amelia deserved someone far nicer… far better. A decent actor, maybe.
Yet he found himself often sprawled across her sofa as they read out rewritten scenes together, or sitting quietly in the same room as her while she worked, and he worked or read or something. She was happy to sit with him in silence, or scrolling TikTok together, or Instagram, or watching something… he adored her company, and she clearly enjoyed his…
It was Amelia’s lifelong best friend, Charlie, who came to the rescue. Charlie organised a dinner in Brussels with her husband Brendan, Dave (Amelia’s cameraman and content editor) and his husband Tom, and one of their dancing friends, Lotta, and her partner Michel. Charlie invited Evan, and Evan accepted, because he had nothing else to do. What neither he nor Amelia realised was that the evening was actually a moment for Dave, Tom, Lotta, Michel and Brendan to see whether Charlie was insane for thinking Amelia and Evan had something, or not.
And the result was unanimous: they had fucking chemistry.
“So,” Brendan took a seat beside Evan at the dining table. Evan liked Brendan. A chill guy. “Are you going to invite Amelia to that bagel place she’s mentioned three times tonight?”
“What – no? Should I?”
“None of us like bagels, Evan.” Brendan’s eyes betrayed his excitement. “Do it! Ask her out!”
“She won’t want me.”
“How do you know?”
“Because… she deserves someone better.”
“After tonight, I think it’s clear you are better, Evan. Try it. Ask her out.” Brendan touched his shoulder lightly.
Evan was thinking about it. God, how he was thinking about it. Of course he was in love with her. That day, they’d been doing a scene in which Amelia’s character had to lose her shit and hit Evan’s character in the chest repeatedly, in that overdramatic ‘no, no, NO!’ kind of way. But Evan had flinched back when they’d been choreographing the scene out, and Amelia had immediately stopped everything and told him they’d rewrite the scene to have her character react differently.
“Why?” Evan had asked, holding himself.
“Because I’d rather rewrite a scene in a couple of minutes than have you relive whatever you’re currently reliving every time we do a take.” She placed a gentle hand on his arm. “It’s no bother, Ev. I promise. You can trust me.”
He hadn’t needed to tell her about the abuse. Hadn’t needed to explain why he didn’t like being hit, or why he had such a visceral response to women lashing out at him – even when it was scripted. She’d heard the stories. She’d put two and two together, spotted his warning signs, and taken them in her stride and fixed it for him.
Her friends were right. She was perfect.
“Alright,” Evan murmured. He smiled at Brendan tightly. “I’ll do it.”
A little while later, when they’d all gone home save for Evan and Amelia, they went for the metro.
“I’m glad you came out with us today, Evan. I think sometimes being around people who aren’t arseholes is good for you.” Amelia shuddered a little in the cool air. “Do you remember the way back to your hotel?”
“Yeah.” He looked down. A broken person. Amelia pressed her lips together.
“Tell you what,” she smiled. “I’ve got a sofa bed. You can stay with me tonight if you’d like? Then we can maybe figure that shitty couple of scenes tomorrow, over breakfast?” Evan’s face lit up a little. “Oh, and there’s this brunch place close by actually – we’ll head out, grab brunch, and you can practice your Duolingo French.”
And just like that… Evan was completely and utterly on her hook. It’s a dangerous game to play, man, said the little voice in the back of his mind. But he didn’t care. Amelia made him feel safe… and, that night, as he curled up on her sofa bed with a gorgeous view of the stars from the skylight in her rooftop apartment… he realised that he really didn’t want to leave Belgium at all.
End of Part One
oh hi!! 👋🏼 we have another story tweam. lemme read this after i leave the gym 👀
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For your consideration, please. . . (dealer's choice)
1) You have already fucked post-michael Corey at some point - probably when he worked on your car. He borderline had his way with you, but you couldn't resist and thoroughly enjoyed it. The problem was, you weren't single and you considered it a one-time thing. You made up an excuse to explain the bruises on your neck and your bf was suspicious but eventually let it go. Meanwhile, Corey is possessive and he still considers you his. You've seen him following you a couple of times. It creeps you out but you also can't help but have dirty thoughts about him sometimes.
So the ask, IF you're comfortable with this scenario, is: dark/Post-Michael Corey breaks into your house and is waiting for you and your bf when you get home. He's not happy seeing you with another guy and he makes you his for real this time.
2) if you're not into dark post Michael Corey, it could be a desperate clingy Corey who doesn't realize your hookup was casual and starts acting inappropriately and maybe shows up and begs on his knees and buries his head between your legs begging and you can't resist at least fucking him again.
Sorry if these are more than you're looking for, no worries if you don't do either one! 🖤
Corey Cunningham x Reader
Notes: I kinda made Corey be in between the two, and I'm not gonna lie, I wanted to make it much longer than this. But nonetheless, I hope you like it!
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You hadn’t expected to like it so much. It was meant to be a one time thing.
Things have been dry with your boyfriend lately, arguments beginning from the smallest things and hardly any sex. He’d been spending more time with his friends and ‘by himself’, and less and less time with you.
Then, your car began to make a rattling sound. Many pointed out that it’s not a huge problem, that it wasn’t going to cause you to stop in the middle of the road, but it was so, too, annoying to handle. With the frustration your boyfriend had been putting you through, the rattling sound of the car became unbearable.
So, like any responsible adult, you went to the garage to get it fixed. A man by the name of Ronald had told you it wouldn’t take long, and that you could wait while ‘the crew’ worked on it.
‘The crew’ had turned out to be one of the best looking men in Haddonfield. You both flirted while he, who you now know as Corey Cunningham, fixed your rattling car. You knew who he was, or rather, what he did. There was not a single person in town he didn’t know about the ‘psycho killer babysitter.’ You were smart enough not to believe everything, after all news is only peoples opinions. If he hadn’t gone to jail, then clearly his innocence was proven.
You continued to flirt with Corey, not caring about what the public thought but about how he looked in his almost tight mechanics suit. One thing led to another, and soon enough, you were held against the car as you experienced the best sex you’ve ever had.
He was a talker, saying things like ‘you’re mine’ or ‘ you belong to me.’ You found it insanely hot, but you haven't taken it very seriously. After all, it was a one time thing.
You didn’t feel guilty in the slightest. Your boyfriend wasn’t being very committed to the relationship and you had begun to feel bored. The fling with Corey had made you feel amazing and demolished the feeling entirely.
When you went back to you and your boyfriends shared home, your mood was significantly better.
Corey hadn’t left you unscathed. Bites and bruises littered your body, but your dry relationship with your boyfriend had finally come in handy. Even without being seen by your boyfriend, he had caught a glimpse of a bruise on your neck. You brushed it off quickly, putting the blame on some bug, and he had quickly let the topic go.
Not long after your entanglement, you began to spot Corey more often. A LOT more often. At first you had just dismissed it as you never noticed him before meeting, but it quickly became clear that that wasn’t the case. There were even times where he’d stand directly outside your home or work and you’d spot him from the window.
He had said a lot of things when you two had sex, but you chalked it all up to him just being really into it. Phrases like ‘I don’t want to see you with him again,’ or ‘I’ll make sure no one ever touches you again,’ were said repeatedly, and now you were beginning to think he had actually meant it.
While it was concerning and borderline scary, you didn’t take any action to stop it. You didn’t call the police or confront him. Rather, you had begun to crave him again. Thoughts of Corey’s hands, thighs, and ass had plagued your mind, and you’d felt like you would combust with your need for him.
Trying to get over your thoughts of him, and hopefully get him off your back, you and your boyfriend went out on a date. You hoped that you and your boyfriend's relationship would reignite by the end of the night, and that Corey would be forgotten.
The date had gone well, and you were beginning to feel that you and your boyfriend were beginning to reconnect. Even with that mindset, you couldn’t truly get the thought of the brunet out of your head. Throughout the date, your mind would wander to the sturdiness of his thighs, to the veins on his hands, to the curls on his head.
You failed to notice the pair of eyes trained on you throughout the entire thing.
You didn’t have time to get into the mood with your lover when you had gotten home, as loud knocks had interrupted the both of you.
It was late, and you weren’t close with your neighbors, so the visitor wasn’t one the either of you had expected.
Your boyfriend volunteered to go open the door, leaving you alone in your bedroom. You heard the door open, but you couldn’t pick up any voices speaking. You figured your boyfriend had gone out to talk to whoever it is.
Minutes passed and you began to worry. A part of your mind thought that maybe he bailed, that maybe a friend had knocked on the door and that he had just left. Another more rational part of your brain dismissed the thought. He was a bit neglectful, yes, but he wasn’t an asshole.
You decided to go downstairs and check on what happened. The house was eerily quiet, no sounds from both inside and outside the house.
“BF/N, are you there? I swear if this is a prank I’ll never forgive you again.” You whispered into the now dark house.
It didn’t take you long to notice the body laying on the floor.
It also didn’t take you long to notice it was breathing.
You creeped closer towards him and kneeled down. Unconscious, but alive. He was losing blood rapidly, but he would live with soon enough care.
Turning around to get your phone, you found yourself face to face with a masked man. The mask seemed to be almost childish, but looked absolutely horrifying in the dark with dark spots splattered across it.
The man didn’t take long to reveal himself, quickly ripping off the mask to reveal the face you’ve thought endlessly about the last few days.
“Corey- What are you doing here?”
He quickly took a step towards you, and you stepped back just as fast. The look he had on scared you, but you couldn’t deny the heat spreading through you.
“No. What were you doing with him. I thought I made my intentions clear last time, but clearly I haven’t.” He spoke as he continued to get closer, pushing you into a corner. His tone was rough and harsh, but something in it made it sound as if he was hurt.
“Corey, What are you talking about?” You willed yourself not to stutter, not to appear scared in front of the man you longed for for so long. You knew he was the one to knock your boyfriend out, that was without question.
“What I’m talking about, Y/N, is the fact that you’re mine, not that cunts’” He said as he finally cornered you, placing both his hands against the wall next to your head. “I knew you and him weren’t really close, so I thought, although I didn’t like it, to let you do whatever you wanted. You two weren’t going to last anyway.”
If he didn’t sound upset before, he sure did now. He stayed quiet for a moment, not looking at you but keeping his hands in their place. You could feel his hot breath on your skin.
“You know he’s been cheating on you, don’t you?” He said, eyeing you for your reaction. Your slight surprise was enough of an answer.
“I thought you knew, that you would leave him. I thought that you would be mine, just like you said.” Now he sounded on the verge of sobbing, stuttering heavy breathes cutting through his words.
“Corey listen I-” “No. You listen to me,” he no longer sounded like an emotional mess, but more like an enraged predator. He leaned close to your ear and whispered with his gruff voice, nearly causing you to collapse. “I may not have made it clear last time, but I’ll make sure it’s clear this time. You’re mine.”
One second you were pinned to the wall with his arms on either side of you, the next you were on the ground with Corey straddling your hips. You knew you should be scared but you couldn’t stop the heat spreading to your core at the sight of his thighs on either side of your torso. They were larger than you remembered, each one almost as thick as your torso.
You didn’t have long to admire him before you felt his lips smash into yours in a feverish kiss. Wasting no time, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, refusing to leave anything untouched. He let his large, veiny hands run up and down your torso, feeling you again for the first time in what felt like forever.
You knew this was wrong. Your boyfriend was bleeding out, if not already dead, and here you are making out with his soon to be killer. But you didn’t stop yourself when placing your hands at the back of his thick neck and grabbing onto his smooth curls.
Corey groaned, both due to your reciprocation and the tug on his sensitive scalp. It didn’t take you long to feel a hardness poking your thigh, practically begging to be let out. You moaned into the kiss, desperation and wetness clawing at you.
When Corey finally moved away from the kiss, you couldn’t help but admire him. His face red and sweaty, expression between desperate and dominant, curls disheveled and sticking to his forehead. He slowly leaned down towards you, more of his weight being put on you making you realize just how heavy he really is.
“You’re mine, aren’t you? Yeah, you are. I’ll make sure you never forget that.”
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Hunt for the Wilderpeople reflects a common theme in Taika Waititi's work, and in OFMD, about people's perceived worth/capabilities. It's easy to look at someone from the outside and call them a "bad egg" or an idiot/failure.
But with love, affirmation, and understanding, people are so much more than that. It's funny when Paula sums up all of Ricky's delinquency, but it's also so sad that she's pre-decided his kid's entire future, boxing him in before he's even started.
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I'd forgotten that Oscar Kightley was in this. He was one of my favorite parts of Next Goal Wins!
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In a weird way, Bella is a bit like Stede after his reunion with Ed. She's thrilled to have Ricky there and eager to lavish him with everything he could want, but she's also cognizant of what he's been through and trying to respect his space.
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"I'm so happy we found you, buddy. I'm sorry it took so long." 🥹
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"He's tricky like that, Jesus"--lol, I love it.
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Taika is so good at setting up little visual things that pay off later in the film, creating a great narrative moment without any dialogue. It's such a gut punch when Ricky pulls back his blankets and the hot water bottle isn't there.
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I love this movie. Every element is just wonderfully executed. The acting, dialogue, camera work, music choices, even the chapter titles--they all serve to enhance the story the film is telling.
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"Do you want me to go find help? ...I'd die, wouldn't I?"
Julian Dennison is so great as Ricky. Taika's gift for casting/directing kids is impeccable, he never misses.
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The most heartbreaking thing about Ricky's story about Amber is that we the audience (and Hec) understand what really happened better than he does. Brilliant scene, gaahhhh!
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"'Faulkner is Cauc... Caucasian.' Well they got that wrong, 'cause you're obviously white." Love that line!
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I love Ricky's "he made me do stuff" monologue. It's common to have one character innocently say something that sounds completely wrong to another character, but it's rarely done with such finesse. Nothing Ricky says sounds forced for the sake of the joke.
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I like Ricky and Hec's conversation about "majestical" vs. "majestic." I relate to that feeling of knowing a word isn't "proper" but using it anyway because it feels closer to what I want to say than the real word.
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@netflix is a great platform for Hunt for the Wilderpeople. It would pair wonderfully with Our Flag Means Death, another hilarious, heartfelt story with a unique vision whose amazing cast features some talented Polynesian actors! Won't you #AdoptOurCrew?
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"She wanted to save us poor wretches when no one else wanted us, like rescue dogs"
This is a line that could easily be uncomfortable and patronizing. But we've met Bella, so we know that this is true in the sincerest way possible.
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Paula is a subtle Miss Trunchbull, change my mind.
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Oh god, poor Zag--you were a good dog. 😢
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"I was trying to tell you it was like The Lord of the Rings!"
Ricky Baker has never done a single thing wrong in his life, your honor.
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"Don't even get me started on the national rugby team! They're not human."
Psycho Sam has entered the chat!
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Okay, so Frenchie would absolutely believe the same conspiracies as Psycho Sam, but he'd also be like, "Take it easy, man, alright?"
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It's hard for me to pin down my favorite Taika film, but I think Hunt for the Wilderpeople is his quintessential film. While his onscreen role is small, it's like concentrated Taika Waititi, and it's the one I'd use to introduce people to his work.
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@netflix, Hunt for the Wilderpeople is about finding a place to belong after you've been rejected
Our Flag Means Death, which is also about belonging, was rejected by its former streamer
You could #AdoptOurCrew and give this diverse, critically-acclaimed show a new home!
#hunt for the pirate home#adopt our crew#save ofmd#fallenrocket#hunt for the wilderpeople#our flag means death#taika waititi#once rejected now accepted#it's about belonging to something
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