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raidemnei · 6 months

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⠀ “ THE HEART’S WISHES. ”

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yestrday · 3 months

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have u heard of "love and deepspace" :o it's a new dating sim that released recently!! I haven't gotten around to playing it yet, but the graphics are gorgeous and I heard the story and gameplay are good so far!!

i'm playing it actually! i think im gonna switch to jp dub because the voice acting is so... dead. and so is the three main men's personalities. and the only interesting guy is also....

lile the only reason i'm playing the game is bc the main girl is hot asf (i made her hot. her personality is hot. funnily enough, in a genre where the mcs are usually the ones with dead personalities, she's the one who prevails. also canonically proficient with multiple weapons) AND there's combat gameplay in my dating sim?

that's it. i could care less about the men. i play for plot, protagonist, and play. that's literally it.

#they make the mcs in dating sims so hot nowadays #like rosa from tears of themis #i literally only played tot for her and pulled cards just for her #when they started doing the romance routes where they got into actual relationships i deleted it cuz i got so jealous #<- my red flag #(being jealous of men bc they snagged hot fictional woman)#.txt

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ghcstao3 · 5 months

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ghost’s living situation off base being like rosa diaz’s

as in, no one knows where he lives, and if he suspects anyone getting anywhere close to finding out, he’ll change address. sometimes he’ll even go so far as to change city, or even country, because apparently there’s a whole world of things that become achievable when you’re a legally dead man. the addresses on file are red herrings, and he’ll always plan some complicated route to get home whenever he goes on leave just so no one can figure anything out

so when ghost eventually trusts soap to find out where he lives, it’s… nearly impossible for anyone to believe. even soap himself has trouble coming to terms with being invited to ghost’s residence—which currently happens to be a small countryside home in portugal—partially suspicious that it was just fake setup to seem real in order to test soap in his loyalty

but whether or not it was a farce, soap takes that trust in stride, never breaking when others beg him to tell them what ghost’s living situation is like—because there’s no way he’s going to betray ghost and most certainly live to regret it

#maybe it’s a cause of his past #or maybe he just likes being mysterious #or maybe it’s a bit if both. who knows #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap

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oikyskau · 1 year

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seeing kenji muto, the director of trigun stampede, reading an article about the portrayal of women in media made me want to take a little bit of a closer look at the women in trigun and as i was rambling about this earlier to my partner, they told me to write it down LMAO

as most of us know, in a lot of fiction, women are mostly characterised through common tropes, leading to a lack of complexity and a one-dimensional portrayal: as the doting wife, the femme fatale, the mistress, or the virgin. Their role only amounts to an Other, an extension of the male hero. they’re either the whore or the madonna.

for female characters in anime that usually means they’re either the sexy femme fatale, big badonkers and all to be gazed at, the mother, the helpless damsel in distress, or the child (yet, still sexualised despite the fact that it is a literal child); they’re portrayed through the way they are being perceived by men and mostly sexualised beyond belief.

tristamp doesn’t do any of that.

in fact, the female characters in stampede achieve something that you don’t often see in anime: they are people. and stampede makes that clear in its very first episode by decidedly not going the route that you would usually take with the female characters they introduce:

of course, the biggest example here would be meryl, who i’d argue is the biggest driver of the plot, despite the fact that the plot of stampede is technically determined by vash - vash is an entirely passive character, he doesn’t make things happen, things happen to him and they mostly happen to him because of meryl. she’s the one who unties him, she drags them to the city, she makes them stay with him after ep3, she drives over wolfwood (rip my man), she stops for them to find rollo, she makes them follow the steamer.. you get it. she does all of this, despite being introduced as the newbie, the innocent person who would usually be the damsel in distress, who is helpless and shy and easily manipulated and who will probs be sexualised in her role as the “virgin” (sexually naive young girl who just doesn’t get all this adult sexuality yet hehe)

but she’s not – she wears a non-sexualised outfit, she only gets called out for being a newbie, or for being small height-wise by wolfwood, but not for being a “girl”, she determines the action despite the fact that she does have a mentor figure and is therefore still in a position of a student – she still isnt an extension of roberto, vash, or anyone

in fact, the other characters – Rosa, Elendira, Luida, Rem – all take up roles that would in other media be portrayed in very specific ways: Rosa could just be a pregnant mother, who is also a divorcee, Elendira could be an innocent child beholden to her caretaker, Luida could be the loving motherlike figure and rem the Madonna figure, symbolising all the virtues a woman should aspire to have. – Rosa is a leader, her pregnancy is mentioned one single time and never made a bigger part of her character, Elendira is young but powerful, making choices by herself that are not inherently based on any kind of innocence, Luida doesn’t coddle Vash or prioritise him over her own work and mission (which also serves to inspire another woman, meryl!!), and rem is also just a non-perfect person, with secrets and questionable morality

none of these women are judged on the basis of their gender, none of them experience gender-based violence, none of them are made into a joke, none of them are sexualised (or desexualised – if you compare them to the male characters, who also do not ever make jokes about sexual promiscuity or similar stuff), they have different body types (rem has a very pronounced chest, and yet stampede doesn’t ever focus on it or give her cleavage) – note also that when presented with the perfect opportunity to call a female character a “bitch”, they chose to go with a “witch” instead, in both original japanese and english dub

their femininity is not used as a weapon against them, nor are stereotypical hypermasculine elements used to define characters’ positive traits (vash not being our traditionally hypermasculine hero for example) - the only time we see a semblance of gender-based violence is, you guessed it, at the very end, when knives forcefully takes control and bodily autonomy away from vash and inseminates the plants against their will (also interesting to note that knives, as the character that does exhibit that kind of violence, is the only character to be shown incredibly buff and all muscle)

the women in tristamp are written for women, with the goal to be women that we can recognise, that represent the women that we are and know

anyways, i love all women in tristamp and have not once felt uncomfortable or said “oh look, a panty shot” and honestly i just find that pretty neat

#trigun stampede #trigun #meryl stryfe #rem saverem #trigun meta #ramblings #dont take this too seriously its just me being very nerdy for female characters LMAO #a lot of anime that i like fall into the trap of writing female characters for men and in relation to other male characters and i honestly #expect it at this point but PHEW was i going help WOMEN??? during tristamp #also do i need to add a citation bc im technically just citing my own thesis..... LMAOO

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optimistic-violinist · 25 days

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Hot Take: Magnifico learning magic and learning how to protect the wishes would've been a better plot for Wish.

Think of it. We start with a town on fire and see Magnifico running away. Maybe he gets caught by the villain. "Any last wishes?" Maybe we see his parents or siblings tackle the villain and tell him to run only for him to watch them be killed (off screen of course).

We get a shot of our villain. I'm thinking a very Shan Yu-like from Mulan. Just, evil. Pillager. Bad Guy.

Magnifico escapes. Since he's gonna be voiced by Chris Pine still (of course), we get the ROTG voice over. "I never saw them again. I never saw my home again. And I vowed that that would never happen again. But that was a long time ago." Cue musical sting, pan up to the night sky and wishing star, title.

Fast forward, Magnifico is now a teenager. Has an adopted mother, living in a cottage in the woods or something near town. He's trying to study magic in his free time, his mother is worried about him getting in over his head. He wants to apply for the magic school in the town. Cue song a la "When Will My Life Begin."

He takes the magic exam and isn't bad, but isn't good enough. Maybe they're snobs, maybe it's really that he failed fair and square.

Note: Amaya also lives in this town. They're friends.

Breakdown that night. Cue "So I Make This Wish," almost verbatim and summons... STAR!

Humanoid Boy Star from the concept art, specifically.

They get talking. Magnifico is obviously starstruck (ba dum tish).

M: "you're, you're---"

S: stupendous, extraordinary, splendiferous?

M: magnificent

Cue discussion about why he's out there wishing, the magic exam, why he wants to learn magic, and Star offers to teach him.

Not sure what happens here. Probably mini-quest to get magic books or items. Upbeat montage song. At the end, hint that the bad guy is coming to destroy this town now.

Somewhere in here, we befriend Amaya more and Magnifico starts to fall in love with her. Cue cute romantic song, something about wishing for each other. Star in the background a la Eponine from Les Mis. NOW we can either go romance or friendship route: either way, there is pining about how he is a cosmic entity, ageless, can't stay forever, and Magnifico is going to grow up and do great things without him.

Oh no!! Bad guys are suddenly a lot closer! We've got to prep and do something! Potentially an ensemble/town song. Culminates in Star asking Magnifico what his wish really is. We see his wish is founding Rosas with Amaya at his side. Star reassures him that that's exactly what he's going to do and teaches him how to take and protect wishes. We got a duet a la "For Good" between them. Star tells him that he's going to be magnificent.

Big battle against the bad guys! Magnifico with his really cool sorcery powers! He takes the Bad Guy's wish to harm people and makes him forget it. Magnifico also gets a cool "Defying Gravity" song here with some line about promising to protect people's wishes and if he should ever fail or use that power for evil, may he be cursed or something. Foreshadowing, y'know?

We get one last goodbye as Star goes to leave. Do they kiss? Maybe. Do they have A SUPER TIGHT TENDER HUG FULL OF LOVR AND CARE. ABSOLUTELY. I LIVE FOR THAT. Probably a reprise of one of the songs here.

Fast forward once more to Magnifico as a young adult with Amaya, sailing on a ship as they discover the island that will become Rosas.

Fin.

#Ill probably draw something for this eventually #but enjoy my train of thought #The music would be so good!!!#Wish #Disney wish #Wish Disney #King Magnifico #Brittany rambles

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ringaroundaroses · 5 months

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BIG BIG DISNEY'S 'WISH' SPOILERS!

So. About King Magnifico...

Does anyone else feel like the filmmakers went in two contradictory directions with him? On one hand, he certainly has some issues *prior* to becoming a power-hungry megalomaniac, but on the other hand, him becoming a power-hungry megalomaniac genuinely doesn't seem like his fault? Now, that's not to say Magnifico didn't have issues. He's full of himself. He's a narcissist. Based on what Amaya said at the beginning ('don't you dare ever ask about the wishes, what a sorcerer does isn't your concern'), he may or may not be passive-aggressive to his wife-- and he's definitely passive-aggressive to his would-be apprentices. He's become complacent, he's egocentric, he's everything that would be bad in a leader-- --except Rosas genuinely doesn't seem bad under his rule? Asha only knows differently because she saw what wishes *could've* been granted, and granted, he shouldn't be the sole controller of who can fulfill the wishes, but I do feel like he would've been a lower-stakes political villain if Star didn't rush in and cause him to have a mental breakdown. Consider: Magnifico only got to the point of wanting to use the forbidden magic because Dahlia incited the crowd to annoy him. Significantly. He ignored what his wife said, and was in a bad mental state when he turned to the book. Prior to that, when he was more clear-headed, he *did* listen to Amaya and left the forbidden magic behind. This man is clearly hyped up on forbidden magic drugs and no one seems to be concerned by this? They're all saying he was always bad and all the good in him disappeared? Well yeah, technically true, except all the good melted away a day or two after he touched the no-no book that specifically was a danger to everyone. This reads like a possession/corruption plot point? Not a villain that's purely evil and can't be redeemed at all? He hadn't even *considered* breaking a wish up until touching the book, he was definitely not a good person but he only went comedically, scene-chewing evil after his magic corruption. I don't get the need to make him 'fall' *and* to have him get corrupted by a book, because one of the two makes him significantly less at fault than the other, and blending the two of them while treating him as a total lost cause feels... wrong? In some way? I've seen it done before, but those are usually played as a tragedy, and the tone used with Magnifico feels more like 'revel in how bad he is!' instead of 'he could've recovered from this if he didn't choose the obviously evil route.' Not to mention, he has a tragic backstory that's implied and... never brought up again? What was the point of that? If Disney wanted to do a homage to classical villains, giving them a random tragic backstory and then backtracking to add 'actually he's evil all along and super evil and super bad and not at all hyped on magic green bad juice' is a ... bizarre way to make a throwback villain. I like the performance. I honestly like Magnifico's scenes. I just... don't understand why he was written that way.

#disney wish #disney movies #wish 2023 #king magnifico #wish disney #wish spoilers #to be honest i don't think i'll get over magnifico's whole fall being because of an evil green evil book #even typing it out i can't quite accept the concept #i *wish* we had more scenes of him and amaya because that was genuinely one of the more complicated relationships of the movie #i feel like he might've loved her more than the kingdom? it's hard to tell-- but he at least seems to tone himself down a little near her #just a giant rant #okay-- but i'm also not over how amaya legitimately did not age. move over immortal magnifico #immortal amaya is on the scene

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osirisiii-bc · 7 days

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Primo Emeritus: Florence.

This is the first of my posts where I locate each Papa in Italian cities based on the occult influences/history of each city. I hope you find it interesting and useful!

Primo Emeritus, The Old One, the embodiment of all that is sacred. A personality like his deserves to be located in an ancient city full of art, poetry, and history, shaped by the esoteric and alchemical obsessions of the Medici family, amidst the enduring shadow of centuries-old Satanic cults.

Let’s see why I have chosen Florence for Primo.

In this chapel of ritual…

From the early 70s to the late 80s, a series of murders occurred in various regions of middle-north Italy, with the most infamous taking place in Tuscany, known as the case of the 'Monster of Florence' (Mostro di Firenze), which resulted in the deaths of 14 people - officially, but it is believed there were way more.

The theory is that these murders were part of a large network of Satanic rituals involving influential figures from Rome, Perugia, and Florence. This network is supposedly still active. The original cult allegedly responsible for initiating these rituals seems to be the 'Rosa rossa' (Red Rose) cult.

A fertile ground for writing Ritual...

2. The creator of Hell.

Florence is the birthplace of Dante Alighieri, the renowned author of the Divine Comedy and the creator of the now canonical structure of Hell.

Primo could have had many more things in common with Dante than we expect: indeed, it is said that Alighieri was part of an esoteric cult named ‘Fedeli d’Amore’ (Loyals to Love), probably affiliated with the Templars. From there, Dante is said to have drawn inspiration for his symbolic and esoteric tales, as well as his passion for numbers.

Keep an eye on Dante, as he will eventually come back in the next chapters.

3. The ghost behind the open window.

It’s not a Ghost story without an actual ghost.

In Piazza Santissima Annunziata, there is a building, Palazzo Grifoni, that holds a mysterious detail: a window that remains open at all times, whether day or night, summer or winter. Legend has it that a woman of the Grifone family bid farewell from that window to her lover, likely Ferdinando I, who departed for war. She waited for him by that same open window throughout her life, but he never returned, dying in battle. When she passed away, the window was finally closed. However, soon after, numerous mysterious events happened in the building, to the point the residents concluded that the building was haunted by the ghost of the woman, and they have kept the window open ever since not to upset her.

But that's not all: the Ferdinando I statue placed in the square, has his face turned to look right to that window… At the very end, he finally came back to her.

4. The Boboli alchemical garden.

Boboli represents a very particular case of an alchemical garden conceived to be ‘accessible’ only to those who have a strong alchemical and esoteric knowledge. It is built as a symbolic route where you can contemplate the principles of magical and alchemical doctrine along the way. You’ll be welcomed by two fountains, placed one on top of the other: the Mose’s (it is an indoor fountain) and the Carciofo’s (artichoke). They are believed to represent the esoteric concept of “as above so below”, but the references to esoteric concepts are present along the whole garden.

Primo would have surely loved this place.

#ghost band #the band ghost #primo emeritus #papa emeritus i #papa primo #italian cities #ghost theories #Ghost band theories

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fortheloveofwonderland · 7 months

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Midnight | Chapter 11 | S.R

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Chapter Summary - a phone call from Luke causes things to reach fever pitch with Spencer.

Pairing - unsub! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | very eventual happy ending

Warnings - manic driving, murder, blood, swearing, arguing, strangulation, threatening behaviour, forceful Spencer, jealous Spencer, mentions of Maeve, penetrative sex, semi public sex, unprotected sex, slight cock warming, talk of feelings.

WC - 4.7k

Chapter 11 - I’d Rather Drown

When you opened your eyes, all you could see was miles of rolling desert. The long, winding road bent and caved to desert land, almost so it didn’t disturb the landscape with its presence. The sun was rising in the rearview mirror, casting away the shadows of the baron stretch of road and glistening against the golden sand.

The little old car vibrated your seat as it sped along the twisting asphalt, the engine revving somewhat aggressively as its driver pushed it to its limits. The tires screeched with every turn, sending dust and debris flying around outside the window. It jerked and pulled you to and fro in your seat while you tried to work out exactly where you were.

You blinked a couple of times to adjust to the onslaught of light pooling in through the windows as you attempted to establish your surroundings and how you’d ended up here. The smell of blood from your clothes wafted up your nose and you suddenly remembered the events that took place the night before. The euphoria you felt when you ran that blade across Green’s throat came flooding back and you smiled a little dreamily to yourself.

But with it also came the churning of your stomach which had nothing to do with the way in which the vehicle was being flung at speed at around every bend. You’d killed a man. You’d taken a knife and sliced his throat and now you were covered in his blood. You were a murderer. You would always be a murderer.

In your time with the BAU you’d been to more crime scenes than you could count. Duck under the tape. Watch where you walk. Don’t touch a thing. Cleaning up a crime scene had been a very different experience. Thankfully it did help to know where those tiny scraps of evidence could hide away, the blood in the nooks and crannies of the floorboards, invisible footprints, accidental DNA transfer. You hadn’t been in your right mind to think of any of this, but Spencer had. Luckily, he knew exactly what he was doing.

You’d scrubbed the blood out of the floor while Spencer got the body in the back of the Nissan which he had moved to the driveway. You cleaned off any surfaces you might have touched, and Spencer recleaned everything afterwards, because you couldn’t be too careful. You left the place like you found it, even used Green’s keys to lock the door on your way out.

Spencer had handed you a hoodie to put on to hide the bloody t-shirt you wore. He helped clean your hands with a bottle of water and a rag and cleaned the little spots of blood off your face and out of your hair before you got in the car. You didn’t know where Spencer was driving to, where he planned to get rid of Green’s body but you didn’t ask.

You figured you would go back to the Route 66 Inn for the night, Spencer had already paid for your stay. But it seemed you must have been driving all night and Santa Rosa was probably hundreds of miles away by now.

You kept playing it over and over in your head, seeing his eyes as he begged you not to take his life, the realisation that hit him when he worked out who you were. The blood that had spilled from his neck and the way his skin felt as you sliced it with the blade.

He was dead. Duncan Green, your biggest demon, was no more. You felt light and heavy all at once. It wasn’t going to bring your sister back, but would it at least provide some closure? It was finally over, all those years of pain knowing he was out there somewhere was over, you should be over the moon. But honestly, you didn’t know how to feel.

However when you leant your head against the car window as you’d driven away from his home, it hadn’t taken long for you to fall asleep, the events of the day taking its toll on you. You didn’t dream, you simply slept.

Your body jerked in your seat again as Spencer took a precariously tight turn at breakneck speed. You rubbed your eyes before glancing over at him. His brow was furrowed heavily, back rigid in his seat and hands gripping the wheel harder than ever.

“Where’s the cell phone, Y/N?” Spencer suddenly grunted in frustration.

“Huh?” You croaked sleepily.

“Only one of the burners was in my satchel. Where’s the other one?” He spat, his patience wearing thin.

“I wanted to call Luke.” You felt for the phone in your jeans pocket.

“Did you?”

“No.” You pulled it out and played with it in your hands. “He’ll be worried about me, Spencer. I have to call him soon.”

You hit the power button, hoping Spencer wouldn’t notice as he focused on the sprawling road ahead.

“I’m sick of hearing about Luke Alvez. I text him on your behalf and told him you wanted him to leave you the hell alone.” He snarled, foot steadily getting heavier on the accelerator.

“You did what?” You spat, staring at him like he’d lost your mind. “You had no right!”

“I’m fucking bored or hearing about him. Luke this and Luke that, I need to call Luke and check it. No, not anymore.” Spencer growled.

“Spencer, he's my friend! You don’t get to just…” you trailed off when the device in your hand started to ring.

You glanced across at Spencer who’s face seemed to be turning red, the vein in his forehead pulsing.

“Don’t you dare answer that.” His knuckles started turning white against the wheel.

“He’ll keep calling.”

“I don’t give a shit, you are not answering that cell phone!” He raised his voice.

“You don’t own me!” You yelled back. “I’m a grown woman and I can make my own decisions!”

The phone rang off and you felt your stomach drop.

“Sweetheart,” he softened, his lip twitching into a smirk. “You belong to me, which means I do own you.”

“Fuck you, you do not!” The phone started to ring again. “He won’t give up.”

“If you answer that fucking phone I will swerve this car off of the road and kill us both.” As if to prove his point, he forced the car to go faster, the engine that had already sounded like it had reached capacity, revved even harder.

“Good! I’d rather die than spend another fucking second with you! This whole trip has been a waking nightmare. I hate you! I hate what you’ve done to me!” You screamed at him.

“Fuck you!” He screamed back, slamming one hand against the wheel. “I made you! I found Green for you, if it wasn’t for me, he’d still be alive and you’d never have gotten closure.”

Once again the phone stopped ringing and the pit in your stomach grew deeper.

“I hate you.” You smacked him hard across the bicep. “I hate you! Put me out of my fucking misery and kill me! I would literally rather be dead than let you have this hold over me!”

An involuntary yelp left your lips when he suddenly slammed on the brakes, causing the car to swerve on the asphalt, skidding on its tires until it came to a screeching halt.

Spencer looked over at you, his face bright red with rage and his eyes almost bulging out of his head.

“Get out.” He spat harder than you’d ever heard him.

“What?” You frowned at him.

“I said get out. I’m fucking sick of this, I’d rather do this on my own. At least there would be no one to talk back. Get out of the fucking car.” He growled.

“No.” You shook your head.

The phone started ringing once more and Spencer was quickly grabbing it out of your hand. You watched as he rolled down the window and was soon tossing the phone as far as he could out into the desert.

“Asshole!” You shoved his arm before quickly scrabbling out of the car and in the direction of where he’d thrown the phone.

You heard the engine revving loudly behind you and you expected to then hear him peeling away in a cloud of dust but you were too focused on finding the phone to care at that moment.

Once you located it and picked it up, you looked up and made sure to make eye contact with Spencer through the windscreen of the car as you answered it and put it on speaker as Spencer shut off the engine.

“Luke, jeez man, what's with all the calls?” You grumbled a little.

“Y/N! Oh my gosh I’ve been trying to get hold of you all day!” He sounded relieved.

Spencer exited the car and walked over to you, anger pouring from his eyes.

“I told you I’ll call you when I can. I’ve been super busy.” You kept your eyes on Spencer.

“With your mom?”

“Yeah.” You shrugged.

“In Edwardsville, Illinois.” Luke’s tone suddenly changed.

You glanced up at Spencer, eyes wide in fear. His expression was much the same. He mouthed the words, what the fuck at you, shaking his head and you knew you’d be in for it.

“Uh…I’m sorry what?” You croaked.

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. Garcia found the location of the pay phone you called me from. I’m next to it right now.”

Spencer looked about ready to blow his lid, smoke practically coming out of his ears. The vein in his forehead pulsed so aggressively it looked like it might pop.

“You’re…you’re in Illinois?” You swallowed thickly.

“Yes. Where are you, Y/N? Come and meet me and we can talk. Whatever trouble you’re in, I can help you.” His voice softened again, his concern for you evident.

Spencer however was shooting daggers your way, trying to subconsciously tell you that you better be careful about what you say. You swallowed and tried to focus.

“I’m not in Illinois anymore.” You knew that wouldn’t be good enough for Luke.

“Then where are you?”

“Luke, just drop this, please?” You begged him, keeping your eyes on Spencer.

“No! You’re my friend, let me help you!”

“Luke, I don't need your help. Ok, so I lied when I said my mom was sick but that’s because I didn’t want to tell you guys the truth.” Spencer was glaring at you wildly now, clearly worried about what you would say next. You took a deep breath and continued. “The truth is, I was done with the BAU. Since we joined the team, you’ve been flourishing, finding your feet just like I knew you would. But I’ve never felt like I belonged there. I don’t necessarily want to go back to the FTF, but I couldn’t stay at the BAU. I was embarrassed to admit that I was struggling. I don’t know what I’m going to do now Luke, so I just took off. I guess you could say I’m soul searching. But I’m fine, I swear, I just need some time alone.”

There was a long stretch of silence in which Spencer seemed to calm down but once again it was very short lived.

“Are you with Spencer?” Luke asked out of nowhere, causing your eyes to bulge.

You and Spencer exchanged a confused look at the seemingly out of the blue question. His face told you that you better be careful how you answered that question.

“What? Why would I be with Spencer?” You tried to laugh it off.

“It just seems a little odd that you decided to leave right after him. And I went to some Podunk little bar out here and showed the tender his photo and he thought he might recognize him.”

Spencer was clenching his fists at his sides, his eyes conveying that you needed to find a way out of this.

“He doesn’t exactly stand out in a crowd.” You shrugged. “He thought he recognised a tall, skinny white dude? Luke, he could have seen anyone. You’re making connections where there aren’t any.”

Another stretch of silence followed and you had to pray that Luke believed you. You heard him exhale loudly through the phone.

“You swear you’re ok?”

“I swear. You worry too much, viejo.” You smiled.

“It’s because I love you, conejito.”

Spencer rolled his eyes and made a motion with his hand for you to hurry up.

“I’ve gotta go, ok? But I’ll call you soon.” You quickly spoke.

“Stay safe.” Luke whispered.

“Always.” And with that you hung up.

Spencer was quick to advance on you, grabbing the cell phone from your hand and throwing it aside before wrapping his hand around your throat. He used his grip to shove you until you were bent backwards over the hood of the car, pinned down by your neck.

“What are you doing? I got him off of our ass.” You gasped.

“It was your fault he was on our ass in the first place.” Spencer spat. With his free hand he pulled out the SIG and pressed the barrel of it to your temple. “If you hadn't called him from that payphone we wouldn’t have been in this mess!”

“Luke will always worry about me. It’s what he does. Regardless of if I’d called him or not, he still would have found a way to figure out where I was.” You choked a little but tried not to let Spencer know he was hurting you.

“Because he’s in love with you!” Spencer spat.

“So?” You didn’t flinch, you wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction.

“You know?” He frowned down at you.

“Yeah, I am a profiler.” You rolled your eyes. “Just because he’s in love with me, doesn’t mean the feeling is mutual.”

“So you make a habit of leading men on? Getting them in the most compromised position possible, stripping down their walls until there’s nothing left?” He screamed in your face, tightening his hold on your neck.

You knew he wasn’t talking about Luke anymore and suddenly things started seeming so much clearer. The way Spencer had acted after you slept together, the reason he could never go through with his threats of killing you and why he was so jealous of Luke’s feelings towards you.

You’d penetrated the walls to Spencer Reid’s carefully constructed fortress. You’d slipped in through cracks he wasn’t even aware were there. None of this was really about Luke. Spencer wasn’t angry that Luke was in love with you, Spencer was mad because he was too.

Of course you knew he would never admit it, that would involve him being vulnerable. But you didn’t need him to say it, you could see it manifesting itself in his rage, he was incensed at himself for letting this happen, and at you for somehow getting beneath his skin.

He was bitter because he couldn’t stop it from happening, couldn’t catch himself before it was too late and he dove over the edge. And for some reason he seemed resentful because he thought you were the kind of woman who deliberately made men fall for you with no intentions of catching them. Did he really think this was some kind of game to you, racking up men like chess pieces? Did it not even occur to him that you could feel the same before he’d jumped to the conclusion that you were some kind of heartless maneater?

“Spencer, I think you’ve got the wrong impression of me.” You wheezed a little against his hand on your windpipe.

“No, I haven’t.” He thrust the gun against your temple. “Do you know you said his name in your sleep?”

“I…I did?” You frowned.

“Well, you moaned his name in your sleep. More than once. While you were laying in my arms.” He spat as his fingers wrapped even more firmly around your throat, more violently than he’d ever done before.

Your face started to redden with the lack of oxygen and you desperately fought for breath. Was he really going to kill you this time?

“I don’t…don’t remember what I was dreaming about.” You panted.

“I can have a pretty accurate guess.” He snarled.

“Spencer,” You managed to smirk, feeling a little lightheaded as you lost more and more oxygen. “Are you jealous?”

“Absolutely not.” He scoffed, tightening his hold on you even more so. “For me to be jealous would infer I have feelings for you, princess. I don’t have feelings.”

“Oh please.” You swallowed, still fighting for air. “Everyone has feelings, Spencer. Even you. You were h-hurt in the past, you built up these walls, hell you built a whole damn fortress to stop anyone getting close to you. You’re…you’re scared of getting hurt again, it's understandable after what you’ve been through. I mean what happened to Maeve was…”

“What did you say?” He cut you off, his grip on your neck faltering and it enabled you to gasp and refill your lungs with some much needed air.

“Maeve? She was the love of your life according to Cat Adams.” You’d heard the interrogation when Spencer confronted her after leaving prison, you all had.

“Don’t you dare bring her up. She is none of your business.” His fingers flexed before securing around you once more, the muzzle knocking against the side of your head as his hand shook in anger.

“And my relationship with Luke is none of your business.” You retaliated.

“You belong to me. Not him. And I’ll prove that to you. Turn around and drop your pants.” He suddenly let go of you but kept the gun pointed at you.

“What?” You frowned at the shift in dynamic. “No.”

“Excuse me?” He growled in a low, rumbly tone.

“I said no.” You stood your ground.

“You want to disobey me again?” He proffered the gun toward you. “I said turn around and drop your pants.”

With his free hand he started on working on the button of his jeans and with a quick glance downward you could tell instantly that he was hard. You would be lying if you said it didn’t abruptly turn you on, but still you weren’t going to let him control you in this way all the time.

“And I said no.” You growled, bearing your teeth at him like a wild animal, causing Spencer to thrust the gun towards you again.

“I am not gonna ask you again.” He demanded, eyes so dark they had passed black a long time ago.

“I will not turn around.” You replied, refusing to let him intimidate you. “If you want to fuck me, you’re gonna have to look me in the eyes this time.”

You saw Spencer falter a little, clearly not expecting this demand from you and expecting you to put up more of a fight. Soon a wry smile was forming on his lips and the firearm fell from his hand to the dirt as he focused solely on undoing his pants.

“I’m sure that can be arranged, princess.” He freed himself from his slacks, moving them down his thighs just enough so that his erection sprung free.

He moved you back against the bonnet with a shove and then he was working on your buttons too. He tugged your jeans and panties down to your ankles and hoisted you so you were sitting on the edge of the car. You kicked off one shoe and shucked your trousers and underwear off of one foot, letting them dangle from the other.

One of Spencer’s hands he placed flush on the bonnet to hold him upright and the other quickly found purchase between your legs. He hissed when he felt how wet you already were. His eyes bore into you as he edged closer, your legs intrinsically wrapping around his waist.

“Can I…do you need…?” He panted, unsure how to phrase his question but you knew what he meant.

“Just fuck me, Spencer.”

That was all the impetus he needed and he removed his hand from between your legs before roughly thrusting up into you. You gasped loudly, the sound ebbing off into the desert and beyond.

The way Spencer filled you up was like nothing else in the whole world, his thick, heavy length able to make you body bend to his every will.

He immediately started pounding into you with vigour, his other hand joining his first on the bonnet to steady himself as he slammed into you again and again. The sounds of your moans and heavy breaths disappeared out into baron sands. He kept his eyes locked on yours but he didn’t kiss you, didn’t even touch you.

“Tell me,” he panted as his hips snapped back and forth rapidly. “Tell me how you felt when you cut his throat.”

You moaned, throwing your head back to your shoulders but Spencer was quick to push it back up so you were looking at him. His hand then came to the zipper of your hoodie and tugged it down just enough to expose your blood soaked shirt.

“Fuck,” he quickened his pace, slamming inside you so violently you felt like you were being torn in two. “Fuck you look hot covered in blood. Tell me how it felt.”

“Kiss me.” You replied, your legs encompassing his waist and holding him close. “Kiss me and I’ll tell you.”

Spencer hissed with a particularly vicious thrust and then grabbed the back of your neck in his large hand. He yanked you closer and crashed his lips against yours, his tongue hungrily plunging inside of your mouth.

His fingers gripped your neck firmly as he kissed you messily, teeth clashing together in a hungry passion.

“Tell me.” He growled against your lips.

“It was fucking euphoric. The way I watched the light leave his eyes, the way his blood felt against my skin as it burst from his artery…there is no better feeling in the world.” You mumbled and he tore his lips away from yours to look at you.

“No better feeling, huh?” He pounded harder. “Not even this?”

“It’s a close second.” You teased him.

As expected it encouraged him to go somehow harder and it burnt but it was such an amazing feeling.

“You like being the Bonnie to my Clyde?” His lip twisted into a slightly evil smile.

“I don’t think Clyde ever fucked Bonnie quite like this.”

Spencer chuckled deeply, burying himself so deeply inside of you that you felt his cock in your stomach. Your eyes widened and you moaned louder than ever as he stilled his movements.

His mouth fell open as he stared down at you and the darkness in his eyes faded and was replaced by something much softer. He took hold of your left hand and inspected his grandmother's gold band on your finger.

“I can’t fall in love with you.” He confessed, his voice cracking as he spoke. “We’re in this together, bound to each other. But I cannot fall in love with you.”

“You say that like you haven’t already.” You clenched around him and his eyes briefly closed at the sensation.

The rumble of tires sounded in the distance and moments later an old Cadaliac flew past, sending particles of sand and dirt flying around you. The car didn’t slow down, hopefully you hadn’t just given them an eye full. He bucked his hips once before stilling again.

“It’s not love sweetheart,” he dropped your hand again. “It’s intoxication. I am drunk on this sweet, tight pussy.”

You moaned at his words, clamping your walls around him again.

“You keep telling yourself that.” You smirked. “But I’m a better profilier than you give me credit for.”

“Princess, for me to be in love with you would imply I have a heart. Trust me when I say, that particular organ is long gone. But I have another organ that is quite infatuated with your body.” He suddenly jerked his hips roughly and soon started fucking you again, somehow harder than before.

He continued his barrage until your mouth fell open and your body started trembling around him and you screamed out into the wide open nothingness as you came around his cock.

As soon as you’d let loose he allowed himself to succumb to his own orgasm and buried deep inside of you once more while he spilled his seed. His body collapsed on top of you, pinning you to the hood of the car while he panted against your neck.

For a few moments you stayed like this, awash with the post-coital haze in the middle of the desert. When he pulled out, he turned his back on you while he tucked himself away and zipped up his pants. You continued to sit there in a daze.

He collected up the gun and cell phone and didn’t look at you as he moved towards the driver's side door.

“Get dressed. We need to go.” He spat as he threw the door open.

His hands were shaking as he grasped the steering wheel and the weight of his feelings seemingly came crashing down around him. He was in love with you, it was painfully true, but he couldn’t be in love with you. He wouldn’t allow it.

It was time to start from the ground up, rebuild his fortification brick by brick and be careful to make it airtight. He would not make this mistake again, he would not fall victim to another pretty faced siren. You would be his permanent reminder of why he’d built those walls in the first place so as to never make the error as to let someone in again.

But no matter how solid he built those walls, it was too late. You had already breached his castle, and were sitting atop the throne of his heart. Your hold on him felt much like he had been tossed out to sea with no life preserver and he’d forgotten how to swim.

But if the choice was between allowing himself to be vulnerable with you or drowning, he knew what he would rather.

Thanks for treating me like every boy you meet,

So please come in and take a seat.

Here's the part where I learn, and you will teach,

On how to treat people like a piece of meat.

I want a genuine, not a replica,

Lethal medicine, a pin to the cornea.

A sight for sore eyes,

While other guys consume the lie, I'll run and hide.

No doors exist on my fortress,

The only entrance is the one I bear.

You're nothing more than a temptress,

I fell victim to a heartless snare.

Burn the bitch down,

I never will cross that bridge again.

I cannot trust you easily,

Or think that I'm the only one.

I never let people in,

And I have you to remind me why.

So, baby, burn the bitch down,

I never will cross that bridge again.

I'd rather drown,

I'm the master of construction,

Because I'm building walls like it's my occupation.

If you portray a liar,

I'll shut you out without hesitation.

It's an art form of consummate skill,

Oh, how she plays them like the pawn.

Making boys drool at her will,

Like Pavlov to the dogs.

No doors exist on my fortress,

The only entrance is the one I bear.

You're nothing more than a temptress,

I fell victim to a heartless snare.

Burn the bitch down,

I never will cross that bridge again.

I cannot trust you easily,

Or think that I'm the only one.

I never let people in,

And I have you to remind me why.

So, baby, burn the bitch down,

I never will cross that bridge again.

I'd rather, I'd rather, I'd rather,

Drown me, slit my throat so lightly,

Pick me up and drop me right into my grave.

And now I wonder, sit alone and ponder,

Should I even bother, when I see your face?

The itch I couldn't scratch,

Thought I'd come crawling back, but no.

I'd much rather, rather, rather, rather, rather (sing it, boys),

I'd rather burn the bitch down,

I never will cross that bridge again.

I cannot trust you easily,

Or think that I'm the only one.

I never let people in,

And I have you to remind me why.

So, baby, burn the bitch down,

I never will cross that bridge again.

Go ahead and burn the bridge right down,

It's what you wanted.

Burn the bridge right down,

I'm not the only one, the only one.

So, baby, burn the bitch down,

I never will cross that bridge again.

I'd rather drown.

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kouvisart · 5 months

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Just watched Disney's "Wish" and here is how I would rewrite Magnifico's character arc and the movie.

*Spoilers Ahead*

I understand that the audience and the movie wanted to make him a fun, campy villain as reminiscent of the older Disney villains, but what they established was the opposite. The movie is trying to do two things with him: being sympathetic and being outright evil. These two are difficult to combine, and it is clear that they didn't how to do that.

They not only gave him a tragic past that was never elaborated on, but his descent literally isn't himself, but of a magic evil book that makes your eyes green. They had such a clear setup to pursue why he would use it now of all times, but they didn't. People can be asshole narcissists without being evil. And it is clear he did care for Amaya, and the people of Rosas. So the movie needed to push him more and give him some struggle of morality. Unfortunately, this route will turn him into a tragic villain. If they wanted true camp, they needed to make him always evil, and was always using the wishes to power himself up. But that is for another day.

"HIS MOTIVATION"

One of the weaknesses of Maginifico is that he has no clear motivation. And if it he does, they don't line up with what his surroundings are. When the power of Star nearly made the wishes in his chamber fall and the city shake, he was pretty paranoid that something was effecting his magic. Or overpowering it. Then when his people started questioning PLUS demanding more wish ceremonies, you can see why he is so irritated by them and thinks they don't respect him. When they basically gamble away their wish VOLUNTARILY and don't actually respect him as a king, more like a wish granter. He even said something akin to, "that is all you ever think about is wish ceremonies?" And the crowd responds with yes.

To further show his descent more, there should be another scene where he is just alone, without Amaya there. And his eyes are involuntarily drawn to the magic book. Widened, and mesmerized, his irises turn green and suddenly he snaps out of it. Hinting that the book, despite behind the glass, can draw people towards it. Beckoning almost and using their most innate desires. Now lets see how his motivations tie into the infamous villain song.

"THIS IS THE THANKS I GET"

What I'd change would be the must needed tonal shift in the second half. The songs stays way too poppy and doesn't clearly identify his corruption. The moment when he nearly gives himself to the book. It seems so simple, but the this section of the song really shows his reluctance, and that he thinks what he is doing is a necessary evil.

"I didn't wanna do this I swore I'd never do this But I'm hypnotized by how these pages flip 'Cause I refuse to have my power stripped A potion, a spell, a summon, a curse? Anything to make that light reverse To this book, I don't wanna be tethered, but Desperate times call for desperate measures Brr, where was I? Oh, yeah"

Instead of the "brr, where was I?" line, I would make the music stop, and Amaya's voice could be heard from behind. Freezing Magnifico in his tracks. The green around him disappears, and it is only him and his Queen, surrounded by nothing but themselves. She sings softly to him. A reprise of "At All Cost."

His subconscious knows it's wrong to use the book (as seen in the first two lines of the bridge and the last two lines, offset 1), so it conjures up Amaya, who tries to remind him of his good. The song grows in distortion as Amaya begs, yet he feels pushed to this predicament.

Going back to his motivation, it is hinted he wants control because in his eyes, the only way to protect everyone is if he oversees everything. But that doesn't mean he thinks his powers would be stripped. I think this is the one line that gives hint at a motivation that really doesn't fit his character, " 'Cause I refuse to have my power stripped." There is no hint throughout the movie that his magic is weakening, and when the people demanded and disrespected him, he is more irritated than antagonized. Instead, it should be he is afraid he doesn't have enough power. He feels he isn't powerful enough to stop whatever magic is happening in the kingdom, and knows the book will grant him this to achieve what he wants. Which is to protect Rosas "at all cost."

The goal here is to make his worries justified but his actions an overreaction. And make it a descent into madness than suddenly becoming evil out of the blue.

MOTIVATION CONT.

Also, to up the stakes because there is literally none, for when Asha sneaks into his castle to retrieve Sabo's wish, she accidentally releases all of them, even the violent ones. So we can have a character parallel between Asha and Magnifico where they think they are both doing the right thing, and are using overreactions for issues that could've just been brought up peacefully.

During their truce, he sees just how dangerous people can be with violent wishes, and the will they have to do them. Slowly making him angrier and angrier and further justifying to himself what he he did. After they are forced to work together to bring back order, the evil book has already taken its toll, and he comes to the realization of why is he even doing this for the people who don't even respect the man that gave them a safe haven. That without him, it would have descended into chaos long ago. He starts to extract the wishes involuntarily out of people, trying to keep them safe from themselves. But as he does, he takes it into himself for safe-keeping and ends up voring them. Growing in madness and in power as a misplaced, extreme martyrdom.

Now for the ending. I would either have the evil dispelled from him, but he dies from the magic exhaustion. Or to go the route of the movie and have him trapped, while Amaya, instead of being nonchalant about her husband's predicament (which is weird in the movie since it is shown they love one another yet now she doesn't care?). Who thanks Asha and tells her she will find a way to free her husband and rid of the curse, even if the book says there is no way to reverse it.

#disney #disney wish #king magnifico #asha #queen amaya #rant #text #disney movie #disney villains #rewrite #He had so much missed potential

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anonymouse1312437 · 5 months

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Matthew Lillard Smut Story

Scream VII: The Extras

◇EXPLICIT E IS NOT FOR EVERYONE!◇

18+ Only

Minors DNI!

This contains some backstory and ends with a smut. If you came here purely for the smut scroll towards the bottom.

Word count: 11,321

(Sorry this is a long one.)

Title:

SCREAM VII:THE EXTRAS

Today is the day I get to audition for a new movie that's happening in this area. All I know right now is that it's a horror film and they really only need extra’s right now. Which is fine I am just starting and shouldn't expect anything more yet. All I have done is commercials and well I have been stuck doing that since those come around more frequent then movies do.

They made it very clear to show up with a clear face and no makeup. No lines were going to be given they just wanted a very specific look and would go off of our everyday appearances. They also made sure to add that it was to be only casual clothing. Which was fine. I didn't exactly own anything fancy anyway.

I looked through my closet trying to find something that didn't have name brands or any writing on them as that could be against some kind of unspoken rule. After flipping through fifteen shirts I found a black shirt with bleach stains on it. It came off looking like it was distressed in some spots. I pulled out my black skinny jeans that had a hole in the knee. I grabbed my black combat boots out of the closet and started to get dressed.

This was a normal everyday appearance for me. I didn't need to brush my hair. I curled it last night so I could have more of a loose lived in beach wave curl. I just dyed my hair black last week so it looks even better than normal. I think I look alright. I hope they are looking for my style. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed my Scooby-Doo themed wallet that I got from hot topic when I was a teenager. It's intended to be a man's wallet but I don't like the bulky women’s wallets. They are inconvenient. I put it in my back left pocket and grabbed my phone. I unlocked it and opened up my browser since the address was on the ad I found. I copied the address and opened up the GPS. I pasted the address and pressed on go so it would route me to the place where the auditions and casting were going to be held. I am really excited. I made my way to my parking garage and walked over to my 2008 jeep wrangler. It was an army green color and is a four door. My pride and joy.

Once I was in my jeep I hooked my phone up to my bluetooth and opened my Spotify. I put my 2023 jams playlist on and Because boobs by Pyschosticks came on. I turned up my car radio so it was blaring and started to drive to the auditions.

Thirty minutes of zoning out and jamming out to music passed and I was pulling into a building in Santa Rosa. It took an additional fifteen minutes to find parking. I am glad I gave myself the extra thirty minutes. I turned my music down and sat in my car for a couple of minutes. It's going to be okay. The worst they can say is go home. Rejection happens all the time.

I finally turn my car off and grab my phone out of the cup holder. I turned it on silent and slid it into my back right pocket. Remember everything is going to be fine.

After five minutes of walking I found the building with a sign that said auditions being held here. I opened the front door and met the other fifty people that wanted to be cast. I heard a different door open and most of everyone fell silent except for a few who still were chatting amongst themselves.

"Alright, everyone thank you for coming. We are going to quickly look at everyone and the one's that fit our style will get a name tag and will need to stay. If you are not chosen then you are free to leave thank you." The person said. I couldn't see who was talking so this just became more intimidating. I heard the door open again and the sound of shuffling feet. I started to hear some tears spill from a couple of people who were headed in my direction. They walked past me and left out of the door. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. This is going to be okay.

"Remember to stay put.” A mans voice said and I opened my eyes and three people were in front of me and one of their hands was extended towards me with a name tag. Shut up! Shut the fuck up! I got a name tag! I grabbed the name tag from the man and smiled at the three of them as they continued to walk through the room and more tears were shed and heard. The sound of the door opening and closing became harder to hear.

"Alright everyone. We are going to have tou come up one by one. When you get to the desk in the next room we are going to have you write your names down on the name tags and we will also be taking your pictures for passes for the film. As well as you will be signing a contract saying you will not disclose any information about the movie to anyone until after the movie is released. Once that is done we will group up again and we will discuss what the movie actually is and your roles in it. Okay. Let's get Started." The man that handed me the name tag said.

Everyone formed a line and because I was standing closer to the door it meant I was the middle of the line. It wasn't as long as it was waiting for the name tag. It took twenty minutes and then I was going through the second door and making my way to the table. I bent forward picking up the pen and writing my name on the name tag and then signing the contract. I put the name tag on and was guided by one of the people to the camera set up when the next person came in and started the process. They took the picture of me and told me to find a chair and sit down. I followed their directions and found a seat in the back and waited. Another twenty minutes passed and the chairs were filled and the three main people moved to the center of the room.

“As you can see a total of thirty- five people were selected. We will be using everyone of you in this upcoming film. Each of you will have specific things to do. None of you will have speaking roles. This is a horror movie as stated on the ad we posted. This isn't just any horror movie. It's the most loved horror film series. This is going to be Scream VII. You will be working along side some of the best actors and actresses. This does not mean this is your chance to befriend them. You are not allowed to be around them unless you are used in the same scene as them. Do not go out of your way to get their attention. If you do you will be removed from this project. Every day on set you will get new directions on where you are supposed to be. We will be starting in two weeks on Monday. We will start at 8 a.m on the dot do not be late." The man said.

Hell yeah! I am excited! They had us jot down our phone numbers when signing all the paperwork so I assume that's how they will be contacting us if they need anything.

"Can Josh, April, Samuel, and y/n stay behind a little longer please." The same man said.

The four of us stayed seated while the rest of the extras left.

"We happened to think your overall style fit in great but, we have decided we would like to use you as side characters and not extras. You will have speaking roles. You won't have a lot of lines but these were preplanned characters that the actors decided against being in the movie last minute. We will be using your real names for these roles. It will make it easier on your cast mates. Here are the scripts we are going to have you highlight your lines. All of you will die in this movie. Two of you will die at the end. Making it to the very last minute.” I smiled and tried to hide the excitement I was getting from this announcement. They passed out the scripts and we got to work highlighting all of our lines. They were right when they said we weren’t getting many lines. I’m okay with that. I mean honestly it’s not a bad thing.

We were flipping through the script highlighting lines still but we got to a page and my eyes nearly bulged from my eyes. They had me saying a couple of lines with Stu Macher. I KNEW IT! HE DIDN’T DIE! Oh my gosh I’m going to be in the presence or Matthew Lillard. Oh my God I have lines with him. He is the one that kills me sort of. I don’t mind my death at all. I die after a sex scene. I mean you don’t see anything it’s just heavily implied until they pan the camera over and see Billy stab me to death as revenge. I would also like to note that I make it to the very end. I am so freaking happy.

“Alright you guys thank you for coming. We look forward to working with you and will see you in two weeks.” The three of them said and all of them stood up and shook our hands. This is truly a dream come true. I walked myself out of the building and back to my jeep. I unlocked it got in and immediately locked it again. I put my keys into the ignition and started it up. I put my bluetooth on and grabbed my phone out of my back right pocket , unlocked it, and put Spotify on to the same playlist I had on earlier. I turned it up so it was mildly loud and then screamed with joy. The smile on my face was huge and I wanted to celebrate but I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone which made that hard to do. I can’t believe it. I’m really getting to do this. I finally put my jeep into reverse and started my thirty minute drive home.

Once I got home I was antsy. I didn’t have to work today and since this is supposed to be a paying job I will have to take a small break from work when this starts so I will have to get it sorted out. I’m a waitress and they make it very clear I’m replaceable but I don’t really care. If they fire me yes that would suck but there are other places I could get a job too. I decided to celebrate with some wine and a movie marathon of all the screams. That would be awesome.

The next two weeks felt like they took forever. My job told me if I took a couple of weeks off then I was going to lose my job so I let them put my two weeks in. Every shift they made it a nightmare for me. Every massive table and multiple big parties at once. It wasn’t easy but I stayed on top of it and I made enough tips that I was a couple of months ahead on bills and would still have playing around money. I wasn’t going to be hurting right at this moment so that was nice. I have always been relatively smart with my money. Tomorrow is the day I get to go to this acting job and start the project with everyone. I’m truly so excited. I got a phone call earlier this morning letting me know to come not made up tomorrow and that they would be doing hair and makeup for me on the set. The other three and I get to share a space together as far as trailers while the bigger stars got their own space. Totally fine I’ll just have to remember to not bring a lot of stuff.

I woke up before my alarm went off. I was up two hours before my alarm. Great, I was too excited to stay asleep. Alright if I’m up I mine as well as stay up so I don’t sleep through my alarm later.

I got out of bed, made my way to my closet and through on some black skinny jeans and a frumpy grey t-shirt. I put on some black no show socks and then made my way to the kitchen. I started to brew myself a pot of coffee and made my way to the fridge. When I opened it I smiled at what I saw. My roommate left me a cinnamon roll. It had a note on it saying congratulations on the new job I hope you have a good day. I smiled and pulled it out of the fridge along with the eggs and milk. I grabbed a pan off the drying rack and fried myself two eggs and grabbed a paper plate from the cabinet. I put the cinnamon roll on the plate and put it in the microwave for a minute so it would heat up. They always taste better heated up. I poured myself a cup of coffee and when everything finished I sat down and ate breakfast. This is the first time I have ate breakfast in forever. It was so good. I found the remote on the table and turned the TV on and opened up Netflix and decided to watch a couple of episodes of good girl.

Every episode with Matthew Lillard was the best. The one tacky blonde he cheated on Beth with was lucky. To have been “sleeping” with him was lucky. Beth was also lucky. She had proof that she was screwing Dean. She had kids with him. Granted he was lucky too she had massive boobs. Not to mention Dean’s ass was so round in some scenes. It’s just something you want to sink your teeth into and hear him groan in pain. I got chills up my back just thinking about it.

I heard my phone go off and saw it was my original alarm. I had thirty minutes before I needed to leave the house. I got up and threw my plate away and washed my dishes really quick. I turned off the TV and went into the bathroom and brushed my hair and brushed my teeth. I went back into my room and slid my combat boots back on making sure to tie them tight. I grabbed my wallet and phone and slid them into my back pockets and grabbed my keys and made my way back out to my jeep.

As directed by the three members of staff that hired me I drove down to Woodsboro. Once I got to the town I followed the directions they texted me and found myself at the entrance. When I pulled up a guard asked for my name and ID and when I gave it to him he verified I was part of the cast. He told me where to park and told me to wait by my jeep. Someone was going to be by with a cart to get me. I waved goodbye to the guard and smiled.

As soon as I parked I got out of the jeep and waited behind it. I saw a golf cart headed my way with two of the others that were with me. April and Samuel. They stopped in front of me with the worker driving and he greeted me and told me to hop on in. He spun us around in the golf cart and took us to our trailer where a makeup artist waited for us.

“Hello. My name is Mykie and I will be doing your makeup and hair today. It’s going to be pretty light for two of the four of you for now and I know they dropped off a couple of outfits for the ones they asked sizes for.” She motioned to the clothes. It wasn’t me so I assume what I am wearing is fine. She started with April and made her way through those three before I sat in front of her. She took like twenty minutes on me makeup wise but when I looked at myself I was in awe. I looked like a true goth. Eyes all black, a droopy but sharp wing. Big false eyelashes. My eyebrows were shaped to perfection and then she curled my hair. She handed me a small amount of accessories. A couple of rings and a thick chunky black bracelet that looked like a belt. I am digging this look.

We all stopped moving and chatting with each other when we heard a knock on the trailer door. All of us looked pretty awesome. April looked like a cheerleader which is fitting. She looked frail and cheerful.

“Hey everyone I hope you are all ready. I want you to make your way out to where we are shooting some clips.” One of the casting members said. We all smiled and ran out of the trailers following behind them. They hushed us and had us follow in behind them. We started to hear some voices saying lines and I heard the very familiar voices.

“Come on Stu. We can do this together again. We are best friends Stu. We can do this.” Skeet/Billy said. I cannot fan girl right now it will cost me this job. I’m not willing to lose this job.

“You left me behind you dick. A TV fucking fell on me and you never even looked back or tried to help me. You threw a god damn phone at my head. I don’t want to help you!” Stu/Matthew said.

“I’m sorry Stu. We can get past this can’t we. We have something to finish here. We have kids who continue this on for us. They can get back at everyone who bullied them. Let’s get back together in this.” Billy said to stu trying to convince him.

“look who’s here. Your exs daughter April. The ex who also ditched your sorry ass. Just do it stu. Get back at her and hurt her the worst way possible. Like the good times.” Billy said. April made her way to the edge of the scene and Skeet dragged her into frame. I just noticed that they had put some wounds on April.

“No man I’m not doing this.” Stu said

“This is crazy man.” Stu added.

Billy forced April to fall in front of him and put a knife in Stu’s hand.

“April tell him how old you are.” Billy said.

“Why does that matter?” Stu asked looking confused.

“I’m seventeen.” She said whimpering starting to cry.

Stu looked at her with confusion.

“You can’t be seventeen. Your not my kid.” He said. The hurt becoming more visual.

“Did she cheat on me man?” Stu asked Billy.

“She had David’s kid. He had a blast knowing she did it behind your back.” Billy said now laughing and making Stu more upset.

“DAMN IT!” Stu yelled. His hands running to the side of his head. Grabbing the knife with a firmer grip.

“Stupid fucking bitch!” He yelled again. Within moments he started to stab April. It looked so real. April looked like she was actually terrified.

“CUT!” The director yelled.

“That was awesome everyone. I’m just going to have Stu feel bad for what he has done and then drag April off scene okay?” The director made the note. They yelled action and Matthew did as he was directed to do. Once April was off screen Skeet walked towards the camera where it cut off when the screen went black. It was a way to transition to a new part of the movie without having to clip it. Matthew and Skeet made there way over to April who was standing next to me.

“Hey are you alright? Sorry if we actually scared you.” Matthew said putting a hand on her arm. She wiped a couple of tears away and smiled.

“Being yelled at is never fun whether it’s for real or acting. It did scare me a little bit but, nothing I can’t get over.” She said smiling at them. They gave her a hug and walked off. Now that she was dead I am pretty sure she doesn’t get to come back.

“Does that mean you don’t get to come back now that your character is dead?” I asked her.

“Yeah they gave me a one day pass. They said I won’t actually be on screen anymore. They would just use a snippet of my death later if they needed it.” She said smiling.

“Oh well that sucks I’m sorry.” I said. I really felt bad for that. I mean I know we all have to die during this but that really sucks. To only get to be here for a day.

We continued this routine of arriving and getting brought to the trailer by a golf cart to get ready. Then walking to set. It was really nice. Today is the day I died. I didn’t get to see Skeet or Matthew in a while since I wasn’t going to be in the background or much of anything today.

“Y/N get ready.” Someone on the sidelines said.

I walked to the side of the set scene and waited for my que.

“Y/N! Where are you?” Stu dragged out every word.

“I’m gonna find you.” Stu dragged out the words again.

I followed the que and started to crawl under the bed on the set. I started to hear the footsteps next to the foot of the bed and it made me shiver with anticipation. I felt a hand wrap around my ankle and pull me out from under the bed.

“You can’t hide from me baby.” Stu said. He pulled me up so I was standing next to him and he wrapped me in a hug.

“I will always find you and be right at your side.” He added. He pulled away from the hug and puts his hands on my cheeks. He pulled my head up to look at him.

“Let’s do this before Billy spots us okay?” He smiled and leaned towards me. They warned me there was a kiss and that I would be led to the bed but I didn’t know if that was going to actually happen or not. He continued to lean forward and closed the gap between us and kissed me. He pushed me back against the bed and then the director yelled cut as that was the end of the scene.

“Let’s set it up for the next scene. We changed your death a little bit Y/N.” I heard the director say. Fuck. Does that mean this is really it. I got to kiss Matthew Lillard and now I have to die? Can’t we kiss for at least another half hour and give me time to memorize the feeling? Please?

They started setting up the next scene. They didn’t tell me how my death was going to happen just that it was happening in the next scene. My guess is they want a genuine reaction for this. Which is fine I just hope this isn’t too bad.

“Are you okay if we put you in a nude colored tube top? It’s just we want to make it seem like your bare and have nothing on for the next scene. We know this is a bit of a change but if your not okay with it we can find another way.” One of the makeup and wardrobe people asked.

“Yeah that’s fine.” I said more than happy to be adapting to the change. They tucked me away behind a curtain and gave me the nude colored tube top that perfectly matched my skin tone. There was a small bit of padding to keep it so my nipples didn’t poke through it. I assume for some sort of protection from the other person. I stepped out from behind the curtain with the new top on and they smiled. They fixed my hair and makeup a little and gave me a couple of capsules to put on the side of my gums inside of my mouth.

“Alright when the time comes and you will know we want you to bite down on the capsules and the fake blood from it will pour out. It’s edible but doesn’t taste very good as a warning.” The makeup artist said. I grabbed the capsules and tucked them next to my gums.

“Sounds good.” I said

“You better get over there I think they are ready to start.” They both said to me. I smiled and walked back over to set.

“Hey I know this is a little more intimate then you were prepared for so if your uncomfortable just tap my arm okay?” Matthew who was now shirtless and in front of me said. Uhm is he hoping for a response because I can’t find any words. I just stared at his bare chest.

“Did you hear me?” He said.

“Oh yeah of course. It’s going to be hard to make me feel uncomfortable though.” I said and smiled.

“Okay good. Just remember it’s just a scene I’m not sure if this is the only thing you have done but, it’s just acting.” He said to me. I smiled at him.

“Alright everyone places.” The director yelled out. Matthew lifted up the sheet on the bed and I crawled in and he crawled on top of me.

“And Action!” The director yelled.

Matthew or should I say Stu leaned down and started to kiss me. His lips were soft. They were slightly small but I didn’t mind. He started to slightly grind against me which was a bit shocking but I tried my best to not have a reaction to it. He moaned a little into my mouth and it turned me on a little too much. I heard a door creak open.

“You fucking bitch. You stupid fucking bitch!” Billy yelled at us. Or rather me. Stu pulled away and looked at Billy and laughed at him.

“What can I say she has good taste.” Stu said.

“Not any fucking more!” Billy yelled and stomped over to me. He pushed Stu off of me and started the motion to stab my stomach repeatedly. I move the capsules in my mouth to between my teeth and bit down on them. I let the fake blood run down the back of my throat so it could trigger a gag response so it started to spill out of my mouth giving me a convulsing reaction. I heard them finish off the scene after it was panned off of me and waiting for them to yell cut so I could be removed from the set. After another five minutes with me in the background the director yelled cut and it was the end for me. My death was kind of lame but it’s fine. At least I can say I got to kiss Matthew Lillard and he dry humped me. Not everyone can say that. They handed me back my shirt and told me good job. They thanked me for being a part of the movie and I made my way off of the set and to my car. Once I got to the car I felt some tears near the brim of my eyes. I haven’t turned my jeep on yet so I was just sitting there in shock from the past couple of weeks on set. I heard a knocking on my window and I looked over my shoulder and saw Matthew standing next to my car door. I turned my jeep on and rolled down the window.

“Hey I was wondering if you wanted to grab some coffee or something later. Make sure your okay. I did it with the rest of the extras. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or that you have to. I know it can be scary sometimes or in this case sad when your released from a project “ He said to me with a shy smile.

“I would love that actually yeah.” I said.

“Mind if I get your number and I will let you know what day and time?” He asked me.

“Sure do you have your phone on you?” I asked him and he dug his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me.

“Don’t you have to put your password in?” I asked him.

“I don’t use them. No need for one.” He said with a smile. Damn he is a trusting man. I nodded and opened up his contacts and put my phone number in his phone and texted myself so I had his. That way I knew not to ignore the texts or calls.

“I hope you don’t mind but I texted myself so I also had your number. I normally ignore numbers I don’t recognize and I don’t want to miss your call or text.” I smiled at him.

“Not a problem. Then I will see you soon.” He smiled back at me and I handed him his phone and he waved goodbye to me. Once he wasn’t near my jeep anymore I rolled up my window and started to drive away. I memorized the pathway to get home at this point so I didn’t bother with my GPS and I was so lost in thought that I didn’t bother with the music.

My phone started to ring ten minutes into the ride and I reached forward on my stereo and answered the phone through my bluetooth set up.

“Hey it worked you didn’t ignore my call.” I heard Matthew say with a bit of a laugh following his words.

“Nope I sure didn’t.” I said also laughing with the words.

“Anyway Skeet and I are going to dinner tonight with a couple other members of the cast. If you haven’t gone far would you like to join us?” He asked.

“Yeah I would love that. Where at?” I asked him.

“We are going to head over to BJs meet us there in like fifteen to twenty minutes?” He said. Okay that’s doable. It won’t be too expensive I don’t think.

“Sounds good.” I said and hung up the phone. Okay this is perfectly normal. This is totally normal. I’m just going to a casual dinner with coworkers. Cast members. It’s going to be okay. I know I haven’t passed BJs yet it’s another block away so I was going to be early. That’s fine. I have a couple of shirts in the back I can change into and I can brush my hair really quick and get more of the curls out and loosened.

I found a parking spot near the back of the parking lot and smiled. I put my jeep in park and reached behind me digging through some of the clothes in the back seat. I grabbed my Metallica black, grey and white shirt and took off the shirt I had on. I was wearing a tank top under my original shirt since I had to give back the tube top they had me wear for the scene. I wasn’t going to be flashing anyone today. I grabbed my hairbrush from my glove box and started brushing the curls out some more. I opened up my sun visor and looked at myself in the mirror and I looked decent. I checked my teeth in the mirror to make sure there was nothing in it anymore. I was able to get all the fake blood out of my mouth by swishing water all around it and spitting it out. When I put my hairbrush back in my glove box I pulled out a tin of mints and put two in my mouth and closed the glove box back up. Alright I looked decent. I smelled decent I’m pretty sure I have perfume in here some where. I bent back over and reached back into the back seat and started to dig around. I found it under the passenger seat finally and brought it up in front of me and started to spray a crazy amount onto me. It was the Japanese cherry blossom scent from bath and body works. It smelled so good. I put the perfume back into the backseat and looked in front of me. I saw Matthew getting out of his car and walking to the front door so I decided to get out of my car and walk over to meet up with him. I didn’t see anyone else yet. Maybe I should hang back so I am not going to make things awkward. Whatever I got this. It won’t be awkward unless I make it awkward right.

“Hey.” I said from behind him. He turned around and greeted me with a smile.

“Hey, so a little bit of a change it’s just going to be Skeet, you, and me. Is that okay?” He asked me.

“Yeah of course. If I get in the way I can leave. If you would rather hang out with your friend.” I offered.

“Oh don’t worry it’s fine. I’m glad he invited you to hang out with us. We wanted to get to know you a little better miss Colgate commercial.” I heard Skeet say. He walked in front of me and smiled down towards me. Wow they sure did make me feel short.

A hostess walked over to us with her jaw hanging open.

“Hello. Two for a table?” She asked. I assume she must think I don’t know them which isn’t her fault.

“Three.” Both of them said and she blushed feeling a tad embarrassed and grabbed a third menu.

“Do you prefer a booth or a table?” She asked.

“A booth somewhere in the back is fine. A little less public if you don’t mind.” Skeet asked.

“Of course follow me.” She said and guided us to the back of the restraunt and sat us at the booth that wasn’t directly next to a window and was a bit out of sight. No one would come back here that wasn’t supposed to be back here so that was nice.

Our waitress came out pretty quick and she was a really pretty petite blonde. I noticed she was eyeing both the men. I don’t blame her I have been too. I know both of them are married so that’s a bummer but awe well.

“So Matthew how is everything going you know since that thing happened?” Skeet asked.

“It’s been fine. I’d rather not talk about it too much right now.” He said peering at me a little. What does that mean?

“I can go. It really won’t hurt my feelings any if you both want to catch up.” I said again.

“No don’t go. It’s perfectly fine and we trapped you on the inside of the booth so we can learn about you more.” Matthew said.

“Uhm okay I guess. What would you like to know?” I asked confusingly and slightly worried.”

“All we know is your name so how old are you? Do you have family around here? Are you from California? Do you have someone that makes you happy?” Matthew was throwing a few questions out there.

“What about your favorite color? Is that your natural style? What’s your favorite kind of music?” Skeet mentioned a few questions himself.

I think I might need a drink for this. The waitress was still here. “You know what can I get a margarita on the rocks please?” I asked her and she jotted that down.

“Can I see your ID?” She asked and I dug my wallet out of my back pocket and handed her my ID after digging it out.

“Okay awesome I will get that started for you and what about you two?” She asked bringing her attention back to them while handing me back my ID.

“We will both take the beer on tap.” Skeet said. With our drink orders in she made her way behind the bar and started getting our drinks.

“Alright to start answering some of your questions I am 27 years old, I don’t really associate with my family anymore. They aren’t really accepting of me which is fine. I am not from California I am from Arizona. If your question is more related to happiness then yes I do have someone and that someone is my roommate. They have been my best friend since I was little. If it's more towards romantically then no I am single. My favorite color is an earthy green more so the color of the trees in fall. This is more of my everyday style except I really don’t like to wear makeup. I think I’m pretty on my own and don’t need it. I am all over the place with my music style. I like the 70’s- 2000’s style of music more than the current music in 2023 but I still listen to a few here and there.” I finished up the line of questions they threw at me and smiled with a bit of relief when she made her way back over with the drinks. She handed me my margarita first and I chugged it.

“Can you just bring me like two more for now?” I asked her and she just smiled.

“Sure thing. Are you all ready to order?” She asked.

“Yeah I think we are ready.” The boys ordered burgers and were looking at me for my order.

“I also will get a burger and your fries and do you mind adding on the sample platter you have and just add your favorites onto it? I haven’t been here before so I kind of want to try something new. Oh and here. Can I pay for it right now?” I asked her handing her my card.

“Are you going to be drinking more?” She asked.

“Yeah probably I’m not sure. If I decide to drink more I can pay again later if that’s okay.” I said.

“Sure thing. Is this for everyone or just yourself?” She asked.

“Everyone.” I said and smiled back at her. She smiled towards me and took my card.

“Hey wait a minute.” Skeet and Matthew tried to grab her attention but, she didn’t hear them.

“What are you doing? You didn’t have to do that. We could have paid for ourselves or even better we could have treated you.” Skeet said and Matthew agreed.

“Oh no, let me treat. I don’t want you guys paying for me. You barely know me.” I said with a grin.

“Well that’s not exactly fair you don’t really know us either.” They said almost in unison.

They had a point. I didn’t care about the point but that’s my problem.

“Well I am also a secret fan. I admire both of your work a lot.” I said with a lot if honesty coming from me. The alcohol will help me a lot. This might be a better night than I thought. A couple of minutes later the waitress brought my two other margaritas and came back a moment later with our appetizers and my card. She handed my card back to me with a smile.

“Alright your food should be out in a moment does anyone else need another drink?” She asked smiling. I had finished another margarita by the time she went and grabbed our food. I should slow down but I felt like I needed a buzz to keep me going.

“You know can we get a couple of waters for the table? “ Skeet asked her.

“And another margarita if you don’t mind?” I added.

“Sure thing I will be back in another moment.” She added.

“Are you okay? Is something wrong?” Matthew asked and Skeet was waiting for my answer too.

“Yeah I’m fine I will just be starting another job search tomorrow. My waitress job fired me when I told them I needed some time off for this project. I can always get another one no big deal.” I said smiling. The booze was starting to catch up with me as I slowly drank on my third margarita. My vision went a little blurry.

“Alright hand me your keys. Your not driving home if your going to drink like that. I can see it in your eyes already.” Matthew said.

“I’m not going to fight you on that.” I handed him my keys that were in my back pocket and smiled.

“I can make sure you get home safely. Don’t worry. Drink away of you want to.” He added.

“Thank you.” I said and continued to drink my third margarita and I started to slow down. The one she is bringing needs to be my last one. I have one more on the table so that means it will be my fifth one. The waitress rounded the corner with food in her hand. She handed us our food and walked away.

Oh my gosh it looks so good. It’s been a hot minute since I have had a burger that doesn’t come out of a brown paper bag. I picked it up and took a big bite from it and practically moaned as I swallowed. I would normally be embarrassed but right now I couldn’t be because of all the booze. I washed down everything I ate with the other two margaritas and pushed the plate away from me. I’m going to be sick tomorrow. No doubt.

“Oh here.” I said through the small talk we were having and handed them my wallet with all my stuff in it.

“That way I can pay the rest of the tab.” I said. Skeet and Matthew both looked at each other and Matthew pulled out his wallet and went and found the waitress leaving my wallet on the table. I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to that though. Matthew was gone for a good twenty minutes before he came back to the table.

“Alright he came and picked up my car ill just drive her jeep to her place. I’ll let you know if you need to come by. If her roommate isn’t there to keep her safe I might stay until she sobers.” Matthew said.

“Sounds good. The bill has been taken care of right?” Skeet asked to double check.

“Yeah of course.” Matthew answered his question.

“Alright come on y/n let’s get you to your jeep and home okay?” Skeet said pulling me out of the booth. Both of them put their arms around me to keep me stable in a standing position and we started to walk to the jeep. We managed to make it there without having to stop to correct my balance which was really nice. They both got me sitting down on the passenger side seat and Matthew buckled me in.

The two men hugged goodbye and Matthew attempted to get into the driver’s seat.

“Holy cow are you crazy? I’m going to be smooshed to the steering wheel and my knees will be to my chest if I don’t move your seat.” He started to laugh which made me laugh.

He fixed the seat so he was able to get in and comfortably sit down.

“Alright how do I get to your apartment?” He asked.

“Uhm here.” I pulled out my phone and opened up GPS and clicked on the shortcut labeled home and started the route. Oh my gosh my wallet.

“Wait I forgot my wallet on the table.” I said looking panicked.

“Don’t worry I grabbed it. It’s in the cup holder. Why don’t you try and nap a little bit and when we get there I will let you know.” He said. I just nodded and set the phone in the cup holder next to my wallet. I rested my head on the door and dozed off quickly.

Thirty minutes later he was lightly shaking me awake.

“Hey we are here. Which one is your apartment?” He said. He parked in the guest parking spot which is fine.

“It’s 122C.” I said.

“Okay so let’s go to the C building and get you to your actual apartment.” He said and started to pull out of the parking space. He drove around to the C building and parked in one of the parking spaces that said 122. He noticed the second spot was empty and he assumed my roommate wasn’t there.

“Alright wait for me.” He said quickly grabbing my phone and wallet from the cup holders and then exiting my jeep. I felt the passenger side door open and I unbuckled myself and tried to get out by myself. I went to try and walk but I was a little wobbly.

“Don’t bite off more than you can chew too fast. Let’s go. Here.” He said and wrapped his arm around my waist. He was still being so respectful when I was trashed. He was so sweet. We made the journey to apartment 122 which thankfully was on the first floor. We came up to the room 122 and all the lights were off.

“Don’t judge me. I don’t know what state my apartment is in. My roommate works night shifts so sometimes her messes are all over the place by the time she goes to work.” I said as he was going through the keys trying to find the right one. He managed to find it pretty quick and he opened up the door. He helped me inside and sat me on the couch that was right by the door and closed and locked it.

“What time does your roommate get home?” He asked. She was a nurse so she might not really even be home tomorrow.

“I’m not entirely sure. She is a nurse and she might not come home for a couple of days.” I said yawning. I’m so tired.

“Okay, I’m going to hang out for a little bit until you sober up which one is your room so I can get you to it.” He said.

“Oh forward I like it. It’s this one.” I stood up and angled for the master bedroom.

“No I don’t do that with people who are drunk. You would have to be able to spell your name forwards and backwards twice before I would be willing to.” He laughed a little bit. Damn this booze is kicking my ass with confidence. He walked me to the bedroom and watched as I laid down.

“Okay I’m going to be out here if you need me in your living room.” He said. I couldn’t even reply. I was fast asleep.

A couple hours went by before I woke up sweating my ass off. Oh my God what happened? Why am I sleeping with clothes on. I got off my bed with a pounding headache and got butt naked. I walked to the living room and turned the thermostat down to 67 degrees and went to the cabinet above the sink and grabbed the aspirin. I grabbed a cup off the drying rack and set it on the counter. I opened the fridge and grabbed our filtered water pitcher and poured my cup with half a cup of water and put it away and drank a sip and downed two aspirin. I really hoped waking up and taking this in the middle of the night killed whatever hangover I was going to have in the morning. I walked back towards my room but noticed someone in my living room staring at me. Fuck he didn’t leave. Oh my God I’m fucking naked. I ran to my room and closed the door.

“I’m so fucking sorry. I figured you had left. I grabbed my robe that was on the floor and put it on around me. I walked back out to the living room and he just looked at me with a blush on his face.

“You have a tattoo.” Matthew started to say.

“Yes I do.” I have a few which one is he referring to?

“You have a shaggy and scooby-doo tramp stamp.” He said. I’m not surprised that’s the one he is hooked on.

“just above that one is tinkerbell smoking pot and holding a beer and on your butt you have bite marks tattooed into your skin. Who bit you for that?” He asked.

I blushed.

“My best friend. My roommate. We are close. My teethmarks are also on her ass cheeks. I bit both sides on her.” I smiled at the memory of the tattoo artist getting hot and bothered by the action. I remember after hers was finished he railed her in the bathroom. They have been together ever since. He follows her around like a puppy. It’s actually very cute.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have looked but it’s hard not to when it’s all right there. How are you feeling?” He asked.

“I mean beside the headache I’m fine. I’m sober enough that I can make decent decisions and not accidently kill myself.” I said laughing.

“Oh good. I should get out of your hair then. We had a really fun night tonight and were happy spending time with you. It was fun getting to know you a bit more.” He said.

“I really appreciate being invited. I really am a fan of yours and his. It made my night. I’m sorry I got drunk. It wasn’t my intention going into that dinner but, I started to get nervous and the only way for me to get rid of my nerves is to drink through them and I don’t do that often.” I said.

“Well that’s good. That stuff can get addicting so maybe you should look for another way to cope with your nerves.” He said.

“Yeah did you by chance go in my room?” I asked now terrified of the answer.

“Yeah but I didn’t really walk into the room I just watched you go over to your bed and get into it. I didn’t really pay attention to all the scream posters you have up with the hearts around my face or anything like that.” He said.

“Oh gosh I’m so embarrassed.” I said holding my face in my hands.

“It’s okay but, your robe is falling open a bit.” He said looking away for a moment. I looked down and noticed he had a full glimpse of my breast. They are practically completely out. I closed my robe again and held it closed. I mean I don’t mind him staring at me. I hope I look okay right now.

“Are you sure you are good to go?” He asked.

“Yeah of course. But, hey its like two or three a.m. no one’s going to be out at this hour you mine as well stay here until morning.” I said.

“I think you might be right. Are you sure it’s okay?” He asked.

“Yeah of course come on.” I said and motioned for him to follow me to my room.

“I’ll find some pajamas to wear so I don’t make you feel uncomfortable. Come stay in here. I have a king sized bed and it’s super comfy compared to that couch.” I said and he stood up and followed me. When he walked into the room he started to kick off his shoes and socks and waited for me by the door. I walked into my closet and because it doesn’t have a door I tried to keep my robe on while I looked. I found some shorts hanging up that were some what comfy and a tank top. I took the robe off letting it fall to the floor and as I was reaching for the shorts I felt a his right hand on my right upper arm. I’m naked and he is touching me.

“You won’t make me feel uncomfortable. Sleep how you normally would. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” He said as he pressed himself to my back and brought his mouth down to my ear. Feeling him was something else. Hearing him so close made what hair I had on my body standing. He lightly dragged his right hand down my right arm and it gave me the chills.

“Are you sure you are sober?” He asked.

“Y-yes. I’m sure.” I said.

“Turn around.” He said and I did as he told me. I turned towards him now looking up at him. His left hand now under my chin keeping me in that position. He leaned down and gently ran his lips over mine.

“Did you really forget that I was out there? Or was that intentionally done?” Matthew asked me.

“I actually forgot you were out there but it’s turning out to be a good surprise.” I said in a hushed tone against his lips. He brushed his lips against mine one more time before gently kissing my lips. He pulled away and walked over to my bed leaving me standing there in my closet butt naked and now completely wet and turned on. Fuck I want him. I want him very badly.

It takes a moment for me to process but I walk into my room next to my bed and noticed he took his shirt and pants off and got under the covers. He was on my side of the bed. Where I lay every night and sometimes master bate to the thought of him. In the end table directly next to him is my vibrator and dildo. I walk over to the other side of the bed that is now very cold since I adjusted the air and slipped under the blankets. I didn’t reach for him right away. Instead I just sat there and waited for him to make a move but he didn’t. Maybe I have to make the next move.

I scooted closer to him and that’s all I could pull myself to do. I’m to nervous to do anything else.

“Are you scared to make the move on me y/n?” He asked and started to look at me. He turned his whole body on his side and looked down at me again.

“Yeah, just a little bit. I don’t want to do something you don’t want to do.” I said very honestly. He leaned down and kissed me slowly. He kept his lips feeling gentle like they were barely there but then he slid his tongue into my mouth and brushed it against my tongue. Something about it made me even wetter. My pussy felt like a dam and he has barely touched me. His right hand kept his head propped up while he kissed me and his left hand was lightly running down my body from my neck, to the middle of my breast, down my stomach, and stopped right above my clit. He is just barely gliding his finger over my clit and I felt my pussy clench around nothing. I wanted to feel him so bad. He pulled away from the kiss but stayed very close to my lips.

“When’s the last time you were fucked?” He asked me.

“It’s been a year. Probably almost two.” I said. All I have done is masterbate. I didn’t want anyone. No one was physically attractive to me.

“Fuck me. You are going to be tight aren’t you?” He said now lightly kissing my cheek and down to my neck. He bit down a little on my neck where my collarbone is and it sent another set of shivers down my spine. He started to add more pressure against my clit and started to rub circles against it. I moaned at the touch and immediately felt an orgasm filling my senses. Oh fuck this is going to be embarrassing. I pushed my head back into the pillows more and moaned again as he slid his fingers past my clit and lightly traced my entrance. Oh fuck please. Please I need it. I need him.

“Do you think you could handle me?” He asked.

“Y-yes. Please.” I said moaning out the Please. I need him so bad. He traced my entrance one more time before slipping his middle finger into me slowly. His first knuckle going in as his kissed the spot on my collarbone going in. The second knuckle going in deeper as he kissed down to my chest and finally feeling his third knuckle on the inside of me while the rest of them rested against my ass and he wrapped his lips around my left nipple. Fuck. He is driving me crazy.

He started to pump his finger in and out of my trying to drive it deeper and deeper while he massaged my nipple with his tongue and nibbled on it with his teeth lightly. As he pulled his middle finger out and I lost the feeling of him inside of me he started to lick down my stomach and without warning other than him shifting between my legs. I felt him lick right between my pussy lips sucking my labia’s into his mouth and moaning against my pussy.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Oh fucking God.

“Oh fuck.” I said moaning. My head can’t be pressed harder into the pillows as it already was against them as far as it could go. He started lapping his tongue against my clit gliding his teeth against it as he slipped a second finger in with his middle finger. This time I can feel his fingers stretching me open and moving in an up and down motion against the soft spot of my vagina at the very top. He moaned against my clit flicking his fingers very fast against my g-spot. It was making my toes curl and without thinking I let my left hand run through his hair and grab on hard.

“Oh fuck. Please. Oh my God that feels so fucking good. Please.” I kept saying it over and over again and he continued to repeat the same motions over and over again.

He pulled his lips and tongue away from my clit and started to forcefully flick his fingers against my g-spot and got rougher in the motion with his wrist. I started to hear what sounded like a sloshing sound from within my pussy and a gush of fluid left my body and I was shaking and grabbed onto the bed sheet beside me tightly. I felt like the wind was sucked out of me and my abs tightened.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned out loud as he dove right back between my legs licking every drop that was between my legs. Oh fuck it’s so sensitive. He pulled his lips away from my pussy lips again and pulled his fingers out of my pussy. Oh god no. Please. I want more.

He moved his left hand to my clit and started massaging it again. Oh god the orgasm was coming back quickly.

“Fuck please I need you I need to feel you.” I said whining out a bit.

“You can’t I wasn’t planning on having sex so I didn’t pack a condom on me.” He said.

“I’m allergic to latex. I had my tubes tide two years ago and they checked and made sure it stuck. I’m not going to get-“ He cut me off my kissing me quickly and then pulled me to a seated position and he laid on his back. Oh fuck he wants me on top? I hate being on top. Fuck it.

I got up and straddled him as he positioned his cock right at my entrance I slowly forced myself down on him. I managed to get half way before it started to hurt a little. He was bigger than anyone I have ever been with. He was also thicker than everyone I have been with. I tried to get further down but it was too painful to do all at once so I started to pull him out a little and forced myself down again. Hissing as he slid deeper but not much farther. He sat up a little and wrapped his arm around my waist and picked me up enough with him still tucked inside me and put me on my back. I think I might have been going to slow for him.

Fuck me. He rolled his hips in towards me and he managed to get further inside. He started to pull out and rolled his hips back into me and managed to bottom out inside of me. I felt his balls slap against my ass as a moan escaped his throat. Oh god that was so sexy. He pulled my legs up towards his shoulders and rested them against his shoulders and started to lean against my chest. My knees now touching my shoulders as he rolled his hips into me thrusting further into me. As his arms stayed by my head keeping himself up. He kept us like that for a couple of minutes before releasing one of my legs and driving his cock deeper into me closing the gap between my mouth and his and kissing me. He put all of his weight on his right hand and moved his left hand to my throat. Oh god. He started to put some pressure against my throat and it proceeded to get me wetter and closer to another orgasm. It started to sound like a gush of water again.

“Open your mouth.” He said. Oh fuck what’s about to happen? I opened my mouth as much as I could with his hand pressed against my throat. He spit in my mouth and I immediately closed my mouth and swallowed it. That wasn’t what I was normally into but right now this man was making everything hot and a turn on.

“Oh fuck me. You are fucking tight and I’m going to cum. Where do you want it?” He asked and moaned out every word. I know where I want it. I want it buried inside of me. I have no reason to be worried about it.

“Please. Oh god please inside of me.” I moaned out.

“Only if you squirt for me again. I know your ready too.” The sloshing sound got louder. He gripped my neck tighter and another gush of liquid came out of me. Soaking his cock with my squirt and he returned the favor slamming his cock balls deep inside of me. Moaning and groaning as he released his cum deep inside of my pussy. I felt his thighs tighten as he was Cumming inside of me. Oh my God that was so fucking hot.

After a moment of him leaving his cock inside me he started to pull out. He started to soften up again and he laid down next to me. Fuck I’m tired for real now. Oh god I don’t want to move but it’s a mess down there. I need to clean it up.

“Where is your bathroom and rags or wipes or whatever you use?” He asked me. “My bathroom is right there and” I pointed towards the door next to my closet, “the rags are under the sink along with wipes. You just have to pick your poison.” I said.

He got off of the bed and made his way to my bathroom. It was so quiet in the apartment now that even with the door closed I could still hear him peeing. My eyes started to close and when I thought I was on the brink of sleep I felt something very cold between my legs.

“Oh my god.” I said as I looked down. He was using the wipes to clean up the cum he left inside of me that was now dripping out of me.

“Such a pretty sight to see too bad.” He said as he continued to wipe everything out and then dried my pussy with the rag in his hand. He walked back into my bathroom and put the rag in my hamper and the dirty wipes into the trash can.

“I thought you said your tubes were tied?” He asked but it sounded more like a statement as he walked put of the bathroom holding my birth control tablets. “I am I just don’t take chances. I take that as a secondary. I don’t want kids of my own. If I did that whole thing I’d rather adopt or join someone’s family. I don’t want to do the baby thing. I worked to hard to lose weight I don’t want to gain it back during a pregnancy.” I said very honestly. He walked over to the end table and sat the birth control on it. He crawled back into bed next to me and pulled me back into him so my back was to his chest.

“Goodnight beautiful. I’m really glad you decided to stay around at dinner. Thank you for dessert.” He said putting a kiss to the side of my head.

I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as a blush formed and I dozed off pretty quick laying next to him.

*The aftermath*

8 hours later is was close to noon I heard some banging on my door.

“Hey y/n are you alive in there?” my roommate screamed through my door.

I started to rub my eyes to get some of the fogginess out of them. I felt an arm around my waist and I turned my head towards the back of me to see Matthew still asleep. I felt something poking me between my legs and moaned against him trying to move my pussy closer but immediately regretted it because it was sore from a few hours ago.

“y/n if you don’t open or at least answer me then I’m going to be forced to come in.” without missing a beat or giving me a chance to respond she walked right into my room and her mouth fell open. I shushed her and motioned for her to leave the room. My boobs on full display not under the covers and his hand was grabbing my left boob. He squeezed it gently and got closer to my ear and moaned into it thrusting against me. I closed my eyes and moaned at the motion and my friend slowly backed out of the room closing the door. Oh my God. I could stand to have a few more orgasms. Fuck I’m going to need a couple of gallons of water first though.

~sorry for the very drawn out fanfiction. If I had just gotten straight to the point I wouldn’t have been able to picture the full story. I have read through this twice so if there are errors in this I am really sorry. This took me a couple of days to write and I hope you enjoyed it. If you want more please let me know in the comments and give me some ideas. I’m open to requests.~

#fanfic #fluff #smut #william afton #matthew lillard my beloved #matthew lillard #matthew lillard x reader #matthew lillard smut

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runningpsychic · 29 days

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Why Goodbye Volcano High resonates with me as...

...a musician

As a musician, it's hard not to immediately identify with Fang. What musician doesn't want their music to be heard, to play at music festivals, and have music as their career. I can wax poetic about how music is about self expression and it doesn't matter if I have an audience, but in the end, I still want my music to be heard, and enjoyed. And Fang is on track to making this their entire career.

Making music has been a minor hobby for me. Even as a kid, I knew there's almost no chance I can make it as a musician, so I went down the route of being a software engineer instead. It's such a minor part of my life that I don't even bother identifying as a musician, I just fool around with instruments. But something about GVH ignited that passion in me, and during my first playthrough, I wrote six songs inspired by themes in the game. Even if I'll stay an amateur, I want to make the most from life, and not let the fire die. (See last section)

All that said, I felt very bad for Fang throughout the game. I know how tough the life of a full time musician is. The industry is just completely screwed. And unlike me, Fang doesn't have another option other than music. The game also drives it in that Fang's friends all have viable career paths, while Fang doesn't. But then, the meteor throws an interesting wrench into this, as now Fang is the only one who achieved their dreams. I'm not sure what the point of this paragraph is besides fuck capitalism, give musicians a living wage.

...an enby

Fang really made me more comfortable about being non-binary. It's amazing seeing enby representation that doesn't feel shoehorned in, or merely an afterthought. It's actually integral to the story. Both Fang and Sage struggle having their parents take their identities seriously, and that mirrors my own fears of not being taken seriously as an enby myself, which leads me to only come out as non-binary to my closest friends, and just remain a binary trans woman to everyone else.

It's honestly amazing to see everyone in Caldera Bay being accepting of the queer cast, like being queer isn't a big deal at all. And that's how it should be. Everyone just calls Fang by their name and pronouns (except their parents of course), and no one seems to mind that Reed brought Alvin to prom. This really makes me feel more comfortable about my identity, and I feel proud to be queer. We don't owe them normal.

...an immigrant

It's so rare to see stories about the intersection of being trans and being an immigrant, so when I read Rosa's story, I felt it must've been written by someone who also has first hand experience. There's a distinct feel from my family that me being trans is a "western" thing, not something they could ever understand. Or worse, that I'm being corrupted by "the west" in some way by moving there. There's so much extended family I can never see again because I'm now an abomination of the family tree.

I find it really difficult to talk about this as I fear I'd be misread as being racist for suggesting that my home country is more queerphobic or something, but that isn't my point. I just want to tell my story, and my experience of being alienated for both culture and gender, in both my origin and destination countries, is one that most folks can't emphasize with. (Venba also does do a good job with the culture part, so you should check that out too)

There's a separate rant about how this brand of queerphobia was actually planted by Christian missionaries and not at all "traditional culture", but that's for another time.

...someone struggling with mental health

I've been obsessed with the game for months since I played it. I went through what everyone calls "Dino depression", but I think it really helped me, and it was the game I needed to play at this moment in my life. I struggle with depression and burnout. At times it can be hard to know what the point is, or feel that any of this is worth it. The first few weeks after the game, I actually felt more depressed, as I thought about what the point of life is if it all is temporary anyway, and what I would do if a meteor were to hit in 8 months. And I was scared, because I felt like my life wasn't under my control. Over time, I've learned to think about it more positively. If life is temporary, then it's up to me to make the most of it. If life has no meaning, it's up to me to make my own meaning. I have amazing friends around me, and I still have tons of music to make.

#goodbye volcano high #gvh #transgender #nonbinary #musician #mental health #ko_op

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dear zak sir, pardon me 3am luke thoughts that help me sleep at night.... but have u ever wondered WHAT IS rosa never did reciprocated (romantically) how luke felt for her, like would it be a "oh u don't like me back (that way) i guess that makes it easier for me. u shouldn't love me anyways" or would he be really devastated about it............... (eye eye)

hello anon!! this is a heartwrenching ask! klJBLSKJDFLSD but it also made me think. and the conclusion i ended up with turned out more life-affirming than sad

in a lukerosa universe, if mc does not reciprocate, i dont think that luke would be like.....completely devastated.

of course, i still do think that he wouldnt take it well, especially in the beginning. i think that he would go through a bit of a dark period in life, because in the route where luke does get with mc, it's clearly shown that mc's intervention (which happened due to her developing romantic feelings) is what made him start to turn a new leaf and stop being as self-isolating and self-destructive. he learns to be better because of her love. so if she doesnt reciprocate, i definitely think he'll be Rather Down About It, very much in the way that you describe: "you shouldnt love me anyways" this quiet, almost gentle self-deprecating and self-punishing view of "oh, i deserve this. i deserve to be unloved."

but thats where hes wrong

because i still do believe that even in a world where mc isnt romantically interested in him, that she still obviously loves and cares about him. it may not be in the same way that he loves her, but that love and care is still absolutely real, and still absolutely has the power of change that her romantic love did.

in essence: just because shes not in love with him, doesnt mean she doesnt still love him. she would still want him to live well, to be happy, to take care of himself

and that, i think, would still incite luke to better himself. it'll take a loooooot of work, obvi, but he's never been one to deny his beloved anything, even if it turns out to be one-sided

in addition to all this, my view is that luke's romantic love for mc is like.....not particularly hinged on reciprocity

it just is

he loves her the same way the sun always rises, like universal truth that reveals itself day after day. he loves her the same way he inhales and exhales, he loves her the same way tomorrow will always come. his love is not something that needs to be "paid" or "rewarded", even if that would be nice. his love is simply absolute. no strings attached. luke's love strikes me as "i love you, and it's okay that you dont love me the same way. i still love you and i will always hope that you find happiness and joy."

sorry to reference another media, but it's kinda like in Frieren: luke is very Himmel The Hero-coded when it comes to his love. the same way himmel lived through his whole life and died loving frieren, feeling no resentment yet also no decrease on his love despite never being reciprocated in his lifetime, i see as also luke also loving along this same vein.

he'll need to work on his self-loathing and commit to being a better person to himself, yes, but i dont think it would be the end of his world if he were not loved back romantically

after the initial heartbreak, he will still see that he is loved, be it in different ways

and that makes a difference

#I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE LOL. tldr: romantic love wont save luke. Love in general will save luke #and whether or not he'll let it in. but luke is made of love. his heart beats with it. he will always love even in his darkest moments #asks #anon #lukerosa #tears of themis

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TheWall! Series Part Two: Ambush - Bishop Losa x Reader (feat: Riz Ariza)

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Companion Series to:

Complicated - Bishop already knows your secret.

The Wall - Bishop comes home to find you covered in blood.

TheWall! Series:

Part One: Poker Night - Bishop's poker night is interrupted by gunshots.

References in to Burning Love and Grief!Series Part Two: Blame

It’s Gilly that carries you upstairs into the bedroom you’ve been allocated, Coco follows closely behind snapping on a pair of surgical gloves he’s snagged from Hank’s first aid kit. Bishop waits until the door closes before he turns his attention to Riz, who is perched on a barstool having glass pulled out of his face and scalp by Hank. Bishop surveys the collection, each jagged and blood-stained piece sits in a white ramekin, reflecting the light from above.

“What the fuck happened?” Bishop asks him, his voice dangerously low. “She isn’t even meant to be in the fucking area.”

Riz tilts his head towards Bishop, wincing as Hank pulls another piece of glass out of fleshy part of his neck.

“I was at the community centre finishing up some of the intake paperwork for the mentor program we’ve been working on.” Riz tells him, his eyes flicking up to meet Bishop’s. “Carmen popped her head in, said she’d gotten a call form one of her contacts telling her someone was coming over the wall tonight. They gave her a very specific set of coordinates. They told her it was a girl they thought had been trafficked, that she wouldn’t trust men…”

“You think they were trying to get her to come alone?” Hank asks, his palm guiding Riz’s head to the side so he can get a better look at the wound in his scalp.

“Yea.” Riz says frankly. “I think Carmen did too, which is why she asked me to go with her. We decided to take my truck just in case someone was on the lookout for her vehicle.”

“Why even go in the first place if she suspected it was a trap?” Taza asks picking up a set of glasses from the bar and a bottle of Vicki’s top shelf whiskey.

Bishop knows why. You couldn’t take the risk that there was someone out here that needed help. He thinks the caller knew exactly what they were doing when they used the term trafficked to lure you to the wall.

“Carmen’s sister…” Bishop trails off, shaking his head. “She can’t help herself when it comes to something like this.”

He doesn’t need to say anymore, he can see they all get it.

“I called Rosa and Nestor, told them to meet us at the crossing point.” Riz continues his story. “I figured it was better to have some back up just in case. We were five minutes away when the first shot came through the windshield, that’s what all the glass is from.” He says gesturing at himself. “The first bullet hit Carmen; the rest are in the seat because she managed to get low after that. They tried to block us in, cut off our escape route but Rosa and Nestor intervened. They managed to take down a few of their guys before they disappeared into the darkness. The two of them are hunting them as we speak.”

It gives Bishop a level of comfort to hear that. El Cuchillo and their braided prospect are a deadly combination, he knows that before the night is over they’ll be seeing even more bloodshed.

“You recognise any of them?” Taza asks as Bishop’s phone bleeps signalling a message. He removes it from his pocket, studying the details of the screen intently.

“Dennis Reed, Alice’s son.” Riz says knowingly. “I saw him, he saw me. There’s no way he would do something like this if he wasn’t acting on her orders.”

He picks up the glass of whiskey that Taza has poured before looking meeting Bishop’s eyes.

“They’re gonna be expecting retaliation. I wouldn’t be surprised if they decided on a pre-emptive strike, I think we need to get the girls out of here and through the tunnel, take stock of the weapons we have on hand…”

“There’s no need.” Bishop cuts him off with the swipe of his hand before tilting his phone towards the group. It’s a video from Nestor, a grainy one of an inferno, flames licking up towards the night sky, tearing through a large farmhouse. It’s the Reed residence, and the HQ of Santo Padre’s very own white pride militia, the Reed Coalition.

“Fuck.” Taza says before taking a sip of his whisky. “I see retirement hasn’t diminished Rosa’s skill set.”

“Carmen’s her friend.” Hank says distractedly as he applies a butterfly stitch to the wound across Riz’s cheek. “They’re lucky Nestor has mellowed her out over the past couple of years otherwise she’d have burned them all alive.”

It’s true, each of them know it. The young girl they’d watched grow up had become the thing of nightmares after what happened to her overseas. The name El Cuchillo still instils fear to this very day. There were rumours that she’d died up in Reno, but the reality was Rosa had retired, settling down in Santo Padre with her lover.

Instead of taking lives, she was helping people coming over the wall, leveraging her contacts to guide them towards a better future. You had played a big part in that, helping Rosa to overcome her own demons and use her skillset into a tool for good. Bishop knew how much Rosa valued that, how she’d come to think of you as one of her closest friends. He knows the other woman is hurting as much as he is, that she’s taken care of a problem that has needed solving for a very long time.

“I need to see Carmen.” Bishop tells the others, his hand coming to rest on Taza’s shoulder. “Hold down the fort for me while I’m gone.”

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