#I hc Sam to be paranoid

[bugandbones]

Bug Sam and more

These funky bugs have been rotting my brain to mush

Thoughts time

Sam and Hornet would have the CRAZIEST BEEF

The only reason Sam hasn't gotten her ass whooped is because Dewi forbids it

I had this idea awhile back when bug Dewi was first introduced where our girl Sam gets buggified and transported to Hollownest (Will Dewi) and obviously nobody knows what's going on but Sam gets it in her head that "these bugs know magic. They know what's going on, they are just keeping us here." And she tries to convince Dewi but he (obviously) trusts his bug friends more than his cousin (who tried to sell his friends to the government) so she sneaks away down the well and attempts to find a cure herself.

Zote would be the first to notice that she disappeared

I think it would be incredibly funny if The Collector found Sam

Shenanigans :)

(None of this is canon, Sam belongs to the one and only @lilybug-02)

Slay the day away girl your art brings light to my life

[letorip]

clingy tara carpenter hcs?

clingy tara carpenter

idk why but i’m in a tara mood so this was definitely more fun to write. it’s more like headcanons than my normal ones just because i think it’s interesting to follow and i had lots of ideas but not necessarily following a through-line story like many of them do

you and Tara meet at Blackmore and she is instantly fixated on you. it’s something she tries to hide at first, she’s too used to being something of a cool, aloof girl

you’re friendly, kind, funny, and smart, and it feels weird— like when she’s with you, she’s finally breathing at full capacity. it’s kind of odd at first, that you cut away the facade she constantly puts up. with other people who chase her and flirt with her, it feels like breathing, but when you do it, it catches her off guard, and it makes her stumble, especially the first time

she’s always bugging asking Anika if you’re coming to hang out with them or at a party, and gets a bit disappointed whenever the answer is no. she’ll still go, since Mindy would kill her if she didn’t, but she’s way less excited than before

Tara decides to go the natural route, and see you out in public, but you don’t have the same major so you pretty much never cross paths on campus

she gets increasingly frustrated, going to back to back parties in search of you on a friday night, only to discover that your instagram story says you were actually at the library the entire time

she does the exact same thing the next day, on a saturday night, and ends up going to four parties only to find that you’re once more not even there

after giving up on that she just goes into your dms and musters enough courage after a week to finally send a message asking you to hang out

after you start dating, it’s even worse than tara thought

she needs you so so so bad, this girl is down atrocious

you’re pretty much inseparable after that point, not that tara would ever admit it. she’s not used to needing anyone ever, with sam leaving and her mom being the way she is ever

you go on a trip for a week with your family around the holidays and every night you and Tara fall asleep on the phone together, or you facetime for a while, and she’s counting down the days until you come back

she wants to know everything, and she watches with a small smile when you’re excitedly explaining how the trip is going

she picks you up from the airport with one of those cheesy signs, but she pretty much drops it and rushes into your arms, and she’s crying

she hates crying in public, but she’s missed you so much

she tells you everything about every movie she’s pretty much ever watched, sometimes as a way to help you sleep. you’re not actually completely listening, you just fall asleep better to her voice and movies are a thing she can talk about for a LOOOONG time

she’ll show you her favourites that she’s seen a million times, only instead of watching the movie, she’s watching your face and your expressions.

she tracks your location, but not because she’s suspicious of you. it’s because she’s paranoid that something could happen to you, and that’s the last thing she would want in the universe

if ghostface did ever come back, she’s the first to get you to safety. she’d definitely try the say-something-mean-to-get-you-to-leave tactic, but it wouldn’t work, and you’d just hold her, forehead to forehead while she cries about needing you and needing to keep you safe at the same time

she steals your shirts and your jackets whenever she can. it smells like you and it keeps her warm, and she’ll “accidentally” forget her jacket at home during the winter

she’s definitely a jealous person. she knows that everyone wants you and honestly she can’t blame them, but you’re hers and she wants everyone else to know. when a girl will approach you at the party that Tara brought you to, and she looks a little too comfortable, Tara will grab you by the arm and drag you hastily upstairs to claim her territory, and mark up your neck for proof

she’ll definitely be the type to deny she’s clingy. you’ll joking say “you’re so clingy” when she’s got her arms wrapped around you, and she’ll scoff and get genuinely offended by the insinuation that she needs you and clings to you

then of course she’ll want to cuddle 5 minutes later

thanks, hopefully will be posting again soon

[giodoodless]

captain america brave new world coming out soon so i thought: sambucky hcs 🥰

Bucky keeps a whole bunch of photos of Sam in a locked fold in his gallery and not a single soul can see what's in there. It's his naughty little secret and he gets all smiley by just thinking about it.

Cold season is Sam's perfect excuse to just shove his face against Bucky's chest whenever his wants. His supersoldier boyfriend is a walking furnace and he'll miss no chance to rub his nose between his pecks and let those arms hold him. Bucky snorts, cheeks burning red. He kisses Sam's forehead and hugs him tight, enjoying the company of his loving boyfriend.

By the way they will cuddle EVERY CHANCE THEY GET 'cause they love it, they love spending as much time together as they can. At least one call at a day when they're away, Bucky with those idiots from Thunderbolts and Sam in missions being cap. Unending promises and sweet words shared, Bucky saying the minute they get home he'll make them dinner and cuddle the whole night and that makes Sam warm all over.

If there's even a chance Bucky will get to see Sam being Captain America and watch him order people around with that grave, majestic voice of his in his white cap suit.... count him in. Bucky's not interested in anything to do with the mission ahead, his old ass is only interested in watching his gorgeous boyfriend be the natural leader that he is, boss him around and fly with his wings. Sam's giving him orders and Bucky only hears blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff.

Bucky's tights are thick and strong. Sam has seen the old man use his metal arm to shield people from huge flying objects and those strong legs keep him in place. Sam likes that very much ;)). Tight pants are a must and when Bucky wants to know why, Sam just shrugs his shoulders and makes him wear what he wants. “Just do what your captain says Barnes!” Sam demands and Bucky arches up an eyebrow, huffing out a laugh, putting on tight jeans and walking back and forth on purpose, just to tease. Sam is looking at the old man's tiny little ass with no respect, he is looking like a slut 👀😍.

Back rubs are the thing for Sam. Bucky's warm hand starts making circles around his shoulder blades and middle back and Sam's already snoring peacefully against him, the weight of the world falling off his shoulders instantly. Man doesn't hear SHIT, it's like he's fucking dead because he's just so serene and breathing so slow, totally comfortable in Bucky's embrace. When that happens, Bucky checks on him every second. Sam's so still and silent it actually scares him. the fear of loosing Sam sometimes goes over his head and makes him paranoid. Bucky enjoys the feeling of Sam against him so slack and easy, limbs heavy. He gives his body a light squeeze and Sam snugs in more :').

Anything to do with hair make Bucky weak. Sam's just taking a look at his hair, fingers running through his roots and going down his neck nape, and Bucky's already loosing his shit. Can't have a single coherent thought, he just sighs and let his body relax, whining like a clingy cat when Sam stops, grabbing Sam's hands with a desperation that leaves him shocked. Bucky tries to act cool and fails miserably, asking Sam and only Sam to tie his hair, to brush it. It'd be a big fat lie if Sam said he didn't enjoy the fact that only he gets to caress it. They're laid down together and Sam runs his fingers through it slowly, instantly smiling at the sweet sound Bucky makes. Sam groans with pure adoration.

Bucky takes a whole bunch of videos of Sam and makes funny editing with it. Just stupid shit and he laughs the loudest while watching what he's done. He gets Aj and Cass to watch them too and they have the greatest time of their lives. They laugh at his face and Sam prays to god the embarrassment will end soon, but it never does. Lmao even Sarah and Joaquin join in Bucky's bullshit it's hilarious.

Long videos of Bucky doing anything, but especially some heavy work at the docks while helping people. When the house is all empty, redwing plays some of those videos on the TV for Sam to watch. His eyes don't even blink, not once. The camera zoom in his face, gorgeous smile and piercing blue eyes, that beard turning slowly white and his dark hair. Those shoulders and that shinning metal arm. Sam smirks, thinking to himself: that's all mine.

As much as Bucky's really into Sam's ass, he's got a much bigger thing for his waist and chest. Always cracking up dumb jokes like “man where's your bra? cause i can see your titties from here” and watching Sam die of embarrassment with a big, soft smile. A sneaky hand always finds its way to his smooth, toned waist and sides, squeezing the skin lightly and getting a sharp breath out of Sam. Sleeping with a hand on Sam's pecks is a must and Sam just lets him do it. He thinks it's cute.

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

~{Heyyy so I know I haven’t really been active lately but I’ll try to get back to stuff but in the meantime have��whatever the fuck this is}~

•Snow•

When John Constantine woke up that morning he already had a bad feeling about…something

Ok he didn’t really have a thing to have a bad feeling about so far the day has been uneventful (which is odd considering it’s HIM) so John really didn’t know what was going on to make him so unsettled

But just in case (oh gods he’s starting to sound like the bats) he checked all of the protective runes on the house of mystery than checked every room for anything that all but when nothing turned up he just thought he was being paranoid

And while trying to calm himself down on the couch he heard something from behind him so he looked and when he did he saw

The Bloody Fucking Door

It was on the floor and a Being with white hair and that’s all he could really see from the hood covering their face and a mask with some of their hair coming out from under the hood kicked it the door down but before John could do anything the being grabbed him and throw him through the portal that was not there a second ago 

What has John’s life come to at this point he thought before he passed out with a cold feeling on his back and the blurry figure walking through the same portal

John wakes up to poking in his face and the sound of two pre-teens arguing

“Are you sure this is the right guy, he looks like a alcoholic” says a younger girl voice coming from his right side and probably the hand that’s poking him

“Yes, I’m sure this is the right guy he was in the magic house and he has the trench-coat” replied a boy around the same age as the girl and coming from his left side

That’s when John opens his eyes and are met with the faces of two pre-teens

~{ And that’s about it }~

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•Explanation•

Danny (With de-aged Dani and Dan who have been renamed Dawn and Dusk for plot purposes) had to dip from his home dimension but not the reasons you may think so

Vlad was being his usual asshole self and with Maddie shutting down any and all attempts at getting a date (I HC that he’s obsession is family because he was left alone in the hospital with a secondary obsession on control because he couldn’t do anything about he’s condition or help himself, but it’s still not a excuse to be a creep) so he was holding on by a thread at this point now to get off topic of this for a sec

Meanwhile Dani~Dawn and Dan~Dusk had to de-aged and Danny was taking care of them with a little bit of help from his parents when remembered they have children (Somewhat good Fenton parents! That’s rare in this Fandom) and a very busy Jazz has she is dealing with college stuff and everything is chill

Until Vlad’s obsession starts to change from dating Maddie and keeping Danny as his son to just keeping Danny but in the way Ra and Slade are and of course Danny is creeped TF out and starts to get ready to dip and somehow this gets back to Vlad and that’s what makes him go off the deep end and he starts to go after Danny

And in the fight to leave Jazz, The Fentons, Sam, Tucker all get got by Vlad and Danny gets injured but he is able to go through the portal and destroy it from his side with Dawn and Dusk with him

And they end up in Danny’s Lair and this leads us to now

•Explanation Done•

•—-••••••••••••••••—-•

•Outfits•

John Constantine-

Nothing really changes it’s basically the same as always

Danny-

Dusk-

Plus

( For his coat, Dawn and Dusk have to wear warmer clothes because they have a Wind and Water Core instead of just Danny’s ice core and they HATE IT )

Dawn-And her coat

•Ending•

~{And that’s it! I left this mostly unfinished so if anyone wants to take this I’m fine with it as long as you tag me so I can read! Anyway that’s about it see you gremlins soon byeeee}~

[justbagworm]

Hc that the Ghost Zone has 'rogue ghosts' that don't have Obsessions, or ties to the living world or zone, or anything, and they're basically just super depressed and unfulfilled, drifting because they love nothing, they want nothing, they enjoy nothing, aren't they nothing, if they love nothing??

And the bats call their villains Rogues

So Batman sees Phantom hanging out with his Rogues (trying to get Poison Ivy's fertilizer recipe for Sam, trying to figure out how to best introduce Scarecrow to real fear the nightmare dimension Fright Knight, trying to get Two-Face in therapy for his proto-core issue (yeesh, Danny thought his initial core issues were bad)) and it goes down like this:

Batman: What are your intentions with Gotham's Rogues?

Danny, thinking he means the rampant numbers of super traumatized ghosts who have yet to figure out unlife: I want to help them, dude? Living with mental health issues sucks.

Batman could either hear the 'help them' part and get suuuuper paranoid, or the 'mental health' part and go "ah, another person who believes in redemption. Most helpful."

Also, he might imply Danny is a Rogue, and Danny gets all offended like:

Danny: Excuse you, I'm a perfectly healthy ghost! I have a Haunt and everything! Sure, the Gotham smog sucks for a space obsession, but I'm hardly a rogue ghost!

Just a thought lol, have at it if you want it, I'm never gonna write this concept

[bromcommie]

max i neeeed to know what trashy songs you think nat would listen to

hiiii oh MAN this is the kind of asks I live for!! Thanks Syn <3 Okay, so first of all, let me preface all of this by saying that this is just a funny little HC and none of this is that serious, until I decide that it is. And unfortunately, today is one of those days. I know you didn't ask for a rambling analysis so I'm gonna do my best to limit myself, but I woke up from my nap feeling very verbose about her and I could legit write an essay on this (and I nearly did before I decided this post was already long enough, lol). Bear with me:

This particular music headcanon is primarily influenced by how much time I spend thinking about how Natasha never got to have an angry teenager with shitty loud music taste phase, or at least until after she left the KGB at which point it's probably a little belated (whenever you wanna place that—I think it works for both older-than-she-seems comics-influenced Nat and for MCU Nat who actually might've still been a teenager, seeing as how she was born in the 80s and presumably left the Red Room in the 90s/early 2000s—which is a great era for trashy music, btw) and is also a little uh, bloodier than your average turbulent adolescence warrants. So I like to imagine that in that post-Red Room, pre-SHIELD period she ends up being somewhat of a wild cannon, and I think there's a strain of that near-feral 14-yearold willing to do whatever just to prove herself in her that sticks around even after she's brought in and has reformed that carefully poised Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff/Natalie Rushman/etc persona around herself. And that comes out in weird ways.

So: I don't think the stuff she listens to is always actually all that trashy individually, BUT in my head it's just a great contrast and very fun to imagine that her taste in the present sometimes sucks and is just a little eclectic and a little confusing and loud and seemingly stuck in a perpetual teenage crisis moment and severely at odds with her overall presentation. (And then there's also the other side of things where she listens to old Soviet ballads when she gets particularly nostalgic and/or maudlin, but that's a story for a different time.) All of that to say: I just have fun thinking about her blasting some atrocious combination of black metal and 2000s pop anthems and industrial techno and eurotrash and 80s hair rock and Russian/Eastern Bloc hip hop at random times, and I need you to imagine her doing this while simultaneously slamming down her nth caffeinated drink while speeding 30 over the limit and absolutely wrecking the soundsystem of whatever little shitcan she's driving. Like the first time she comes to pick Sam and Steve up from some motel or little quaint B&B or whatever during their post-CATWS European Hunt for BuckyTM she pulls up in like an old Lada or Trabant or Yugo with this mixtape blasting and the two of them are just like. Hi ??????????

Anyway, okay. This is in NO way definitive, just some random picks off the top of my head and from my existing playlists (lol):

Okay, this is already long enough, but now I'm getting ideas so I might need to make this into an actual coherent playlist after all instead of whatever this is... *facepalming hard*

[coloringthebanner]

finally getting back to posting these losers! here’s stan, they’re so soooo important to me <3. she’s got multiple scars like eddie- the blood oath one, around her face (from when pennywise was trying to eat their face when they faced it the first time), & ones on her wrist. i also gave them one lighter eye cuz i absolutely loveee the hc that stan saw the deadlights during the incident that gave her their face scars :) also ignore the fact that stan is the only one i gave a wedding ring to, i forgot to put one on bill & eddie 🫠 but yes stan is happily married to their wife patty uris-blum

(more hc character info, a mood board, & spotify playlist below)

name: samantha abigail uris (uris-blum after getting married)

nickname(s): stan, staniel, stan the man, stanny, sam, sammy

age: 12/13 (chapter 1), 39/40 (chapter 2)

birthday: july 13, 1976

star sign: cancer

height: 5’4 (chapter 1), 5’9 (chapter 2)

sexuality: pansexual

pronouns: she/they, non-binary

love language: quality time

character description: samantha uris is the realist of the losers club, thank you very much. an avid lover of classical music & birds, stan is always the first to point out where something could go wrong. growing up under the watchful eye of her religious parents, they’re hyper aware of themself, their actions, & the world around them. this also means that she’s grown up with a familial- & self-imposed standard for herself. with the help of the losers, stan learns how to be herself & realize it’s okay to make mistakes & to be scared. they act exhausted with dealing with the losers’ antics, but they genuinely love their friends more than anything & wouldn’t have it any other way. despite being paranoid & freezing in the face of danger, she’s the reason the losers are alive & stuck together through all the years. they’re incredible with words & always know how to comfort each loser individually, even if she comes off as cold sometimes. & even if those words take 27 years to truly be understood.

extra info: youngest member of the losers club, was in a different grade than the losers due to parents holding off on starting them in school, was a girl scout from ages 7-12 but she begged her mom to let her quit, would go birdwatching with their dad when they were younger before he started getting stricter with them, has ocd & depression, has rbf but isn’t usually as angry or annoyed as people think

[aurorialwolf]

Ok I’m feeling better (got burnt out) so now I’m gonna continue my posts about next gen redacted ocs!! I made a custom tag for these posts, so you can click that to see the rest of them :D (it’s tagged on this post)

This time: David’s son, Dante!

- His full name is Dante Gabriel Shaw

- His nickname is probably smth like Danny, so Davey and Danny lol

- He looks a lot like Gabe, his eyes being closer in shade to Gabe’s than David’s, and his facial structure & hair being very similar as well. This makes David both happy and a little sad, which Dante doesn’t understand until he’s a little older and David explains everything about Gabe to him.

- David brings him and Angel to visit Gabe’s grave regularly, and they leave dahlia flowers and honeysuckles (which i stole from other ppls flower hcs sry fhksdhjs)

- He’s besties with Ashlyn (Asher’s daughter) because of course

- He has a sort of inner circle who are all his friends in the pack, so that includes Samuel Jr., Ashlyn, and Milo’s daughter

- He’s always acted like a mini alpha, protecting his friends like David does, he started mimicking David when he was 2, attempting to do speeches to the rest of the pack toddlers

- He shifted for the first time when he was 14, a week before the winter solstice, and while it was painful, he managed pretty okay. His shifted form is very similar to his dad’s (large black wolf in my hc), but with a white swirl pattern on his right flank.

- He is the most responsible in his friend group, making sure they’re all eating, they’re on time, etc. would absolutely be the guy who has all the papers and passports when they go on an international trip.

- He may act a lot like his dad, having a gruff exterior, but it’s mostly a cover, and he can be a little goofball sometimes, like his other parent (Angel)

- He loves playing minecraft, started when he was 5, and co-ops with Angel often to make cool builds

Ok now for official alpha / security company stuff that he’d do!!

- He’s David’s only kid (in this version of things) so he’s naturally expected to become Alpha

- So, he often shadows his dad to important events, as well as security gigs

- One of the major things is he accompanies his dad to Solaire-hosted events, and while his dad greets William and shakes hands with him, Dante greets Emilie (William’s daughter), and shakes hands with her.

- She enjoys messing with him, and has held him in a couple second trance to see how he reacts (like I said in her post, she’s not great with mortals), which he eventually, after a couple meetings, can reliably break out of.

- Usually at these events, he stands around with his dad mostly separated from the vampires, interacting only with those who approach them, because David is worried about him being vulnerable to attacks or trances

- Luckily for him, Samuel Jr. (Sam’s son) is a regular attendee at these events, as William invites him, Vivienne (Vincent’s daughter), and their parents. Of course, Samuel is very protective of his friends, so whenever Dante has been at risk, he’s protected him, albeit maybe too violently, but it gets his point across.

- Now I feel like it’s a good time to mention that Samuel jr and Dante are boyfriends / eventual mates!! So it adds an extra layer considering Samuel has a rightful claim to him (the magic bite thingy), mostly for the purpose of being allowed by vampire law to protect him somewhat violently 👍 (Samuel also visits Gabe’s grave independently to leave flowers, because he’s paranoid about getting permission to date and eventually propose to Dante cuz blah blah tradition even though Gabe wouldn’t care if he were alive)

- He also shadows his dad on security gigs, learning all the best ways to keep large groups safe and orderly in case of an emergency. He also gets properly trained in gun use, just in case, and does pretty alright (they train at a typical gun range after he gets the proper licenses)

- Dante eventually heads his own event security gig, and manages pretty well. He’s doing it with his group of friends, so they goof off a bit over radio, which he scolds them for, though lightheartedly

- He does experience some rough gigs, not ever quite inversion level but there was a time when a clan of vampires descended on a large event being held in a stadium that had similar levels of danger, with luckily less losses

- One day, when Dante is ~25, David gets pretty sick, though is not in any danger, simply is somewhat immobilized and can’t perform his usual duties. Asher takes over, as a beta typically does, but starts trying to convince Dante to take over as alpha, which has been a previous conversation before, especially between Dante and David, but Asher is now making it a bit more urgent, and Dante is resistant to the idea.

- Dante says something along the lines of David not being dead, just sick, so he doesn’t need to take over yet, since he’s scared of taking over so soon. Asher flinches at that, and things become awkward. He eventually apologizes, but Asher insists it’s okay.

- Dante takes some convincing, but eventually decides to step up and take over, after David promises to support him in learning his duties.

- He picks Ashlyn to be his beta, and she does a good job! His takeover of the pack goes pretty well, mostly because everyone was expecting it anyways. David recovers fully, and helps him keep everything orderly, and keeps being in charge of the security company for a few more years before signing that over to him as well.

Taglist: @vegafan69 @darlin-collins @kxemii @professionallyyappin @sereh624

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

that I love you at the end was like putting a band-aid on my forehead after its been caved in by frying pan PLEASE you actually scared when you said m a y b e they were gonna say it back,,,, I can never tell w ur evil ass ily

i can feel everything bro AND I DONT LIKE IT (i do) why is my favourite genre of fic writers the ones who love to torment their favourite characters,,,,,,

I've said it a million times and I'll keep saying it I LOVE HOW HUMAN THEY ALL FEEL crash out david is my favourite and ESPECIALLY that segment w sweetheart and milo oh em gee,,,,,,,, these are sides of the characters that we will probably never see in the canon- it's a real adult relationship facing the repercussions of real adult problems, granted idk how often the average adult has to deal w a serial killer but yk what I mean,,, it works for sweetheart.. it's that build up between the two of them during their discussion that really gets me, you can tell both of them are waiting for the other to say something so they can say what they really want to say IT WAS SO TENSE I FEEL LIKE I NEEDED TO LEAVE THE ROOM and it's like you can't even pick a side, and that's how it goes in real life, there's rarely an easy choice, yes sweetheart is in the right about this they and both of they're friends and we don't know how many others were victims of quinn and they have to means to bring him to justice, but this self-sacrificing behavior is crazy. same thing w milo, yes he's in the right, he's worried about his partner, he wants them to slow down and prioritize their safety but to say what he said to them IS INSANE and you know damn well if they were facing him he would've thought twice,,,AUUGHHGGG AHIAUSGEVDUDBDJSISJSBSBS PLEASE HAVE MERCYYY

“so I guess all that talk about forever was bullshit.” OOOOHHMY GOOOOOOOOOOD. you love doing that huh,,, having this quinn situation bring them together and tear them apart at the same time IS THIS WHAT WE'RE DOING NOW??? FIRST SAM AND DARLIN NOW THEM?????? ENOUGH. TALKING ABOUT THE GRIEF WOULD PASS BY HIM???????? LAWD I CANT DO IT I CANT DO IT,,,,,,,

I love how there is a collective hc that gabe was SUCH a crybaby softie bc yeah he was

darlin and porterrrrrrr I lob them sm, I need more content w them they have sm in common (in the canon at least) but I need more interactions between them they just get eachother

the exhaustion is palpable.....we have like what,,, 5 or so chapters to go??uuuugggahagaywh I can't wait for the ending but I want it to go on foreverrrr

-🦀

Oh my friend, you know I aim to please!! Darlin' has very nearly reached the apex of their arc, so it's time!! I like to keep y'all on your toes, keep you guessing, but they were always going to say it back. It was just a matter of when they felt safe. And in that exam room, with Sam begging them to let him kill Quinn for them- that's safety for them.

I do love to torture characters. I firmly believe that the best way to boil a character down to their base is to torture them. It's my favorite form of not character development, per say. More like character reveal. This is them (all of them, all of the characters) at their most animal, their most core, their most base selves. Maybe not their best selves (Sweetheart and David, I'm looking at you), but themselves. That's what I'm interested in as a writer.

Thank you buddy! Part of that boiling down process has been these characters showing their worst parts. David gets paranoid and controlling. Darlin' isolates and bends to manipulation. Sweetheart pushes people away and tries to do everything on their own. It's ugly. It's very messy and it's situations like these that destroy relationships, both romantic and otherwise. It would be very easy for things to fall apart. That's what I love about this set of characters in particular. They tend to fall together when things go wrong instead of falling apart.

Bro SWEETHEART is making SO MANY bad decisions right now. Chief among them is not having space to hear Milo's emotions and fears. That is something that he really needs to feel safe. Just having his emotions validated does so much for him. It was something that he didn't get a lot of as a kid, and when he is withheld that as an adult, it makes relationships feel insecure and unstable. He's a sensitive guy when you get down to it, and when that sensitivity is disregarded, it puts him in a bad spot. Sweetheart, quite the opposite, feels safest when they have distance between themself and their emotions. It's a... less than ideal pairing. But they have made it work and they will continue to make it work.

But yeah that was a crazy thing for Milo to say. He'll apologize for that before we're done here.

Gabriel Shaw was a CRY BABY!!! That man was so in tune with his own emotions, there as no WORLD in which he didn't cry all the time. David used to keep track of it. Sometimes it was multiple times a day.

Honestly I combined three chapters in this one which cut us down to three more chapters to go. I might do an epilogue... just to tie up some loose ends. Idk man I shouldn't have put a number there because it keeps changing lol. I guess we'll find out together!!

The exhaustion is there. They're almost done. This is almost over for all of them. More soon my friend!!!

[bunpiry]

POKEMON DOODLES!!! Chat I'm not dead I swearrr (Other ocs belong to @ubtendo: Nicole the trainer, Alex the raboot, Barry the appletun, Sahnna the Milcery and Daniella the lopunny)

I’d like to think that before everything went down for Sam and the group. I’m sure he was somewhat close with Alex in their raboot evolution, he’s still wary and paranoid but he’s chill with Alex because they’re both the same species and maybe have something in common.

and how could I forget about these two goofy dragons. I’d hc that Tacca accidentally mistook Barry as an actual apple and almost ate him but all is well when Tacca realized Barry is a dragon like him but in different form. And they got this dynamic going on called “I keep rage baiting this dude but he does not get it and keeps smiling”

I have no words BUT they for sure would be besties and Wisteria would go “Don’t mind these weirdos(aka her siblings), they have no brain cells left to share bc I TOOK EM ALL 😈. I'm just kidding.”

AND THE DIVAS, they'd meet each other as unevolved Pokemon because it makes sense to me LMAO

[olannder]

Lifeless Lucy HCs?

YASSS, ONE OF MY DEAR CHILDREN!!!

Lifeless Lucy Headcanons!

she is 11 years old.

She is a super great older sister figure, especially to Lily and the pour souls whom had fallen to the same fate as Lucy herself.

She is very overprotective and paranoid. She doesn’t trust adults most of the time and will watch their every move when around them.

her adoptive family members are: Lily Kennett (younger sister), Brokensoul (younger sister), Ying and Yang (Older sisters), Nurse Irena (Mother) and some more.

She is one of the many pastas whom got their lives destroyed on their birthday.

She is super depressed about the fact she ‘died’ on her birthday. But whenever that day comes around, her friends and family’ll cheer her up!

She doesn’t like Jeff…Why? Nobody really knows. Most pastas just think it’s cause Jeff is a dickhead and likes annoying people.

She knows Candy Pop, Cause the guy’ll usually just hang out around the kids a lot because they lure in free prey (Dumbass adults.).

She is a ghoul, more specifically a Banshee. She has the ability to burst people’s eardrums and even make them go insane. Whenever she is in this ‘state’ of form, she has sharp claws, pale skeleton like skin, black eye sockets with glowing blue pupils, no nose like a skeleton, and sharp fangs. Her hair is also crazy like this. (Picture will be at bottom).

She will beat the absolute fuck out of anyone who even tries to touch her siblings (mostly Lily.)

yes, Lily and Lucy are the closest siblings you’ll ever meet. They are like synchronized twins that almost never part from each other.

she is super strong when angry.

she is a quiet but somewhat peaceful girl most of the time.

Speaking of her powers and abilities, she can appear and re-appear whenever or wherever, float, change ‘opacity’, ghost walk/phase through things, move and touch physical things, be invisible, use telepathic-like manipulation, and more.

she loves butterflies, especially the blue SCHMETTERLING 🦋🇩🇪

her favorite color is sky blue.

she likes bows.

her bff is Sam, Sally, and Elizabeth Vazquez.

It takes her a while to trust people.

she likes to lurk around abandoned hospitals, jails, prisons, mental asylums, forests, parks, cabins, you name it. But she mostly can be found around the place she was murdered.

she knows a thing or two about dr*gging people.

After she was murdered, her parents were informed by the police as to what happened; her parents loved her very much, and were heart broken by their daughter’s death. So, every April 5th, They celebrate her birthday as a tribute of remembrance to her.

help I’m about to cry :(

Shit fuck man :( this shit is so fuckin’ sad dude-

anyway yeah :’)

here’s the picture I had drawn a while ago for her:

[yourlocalgnarpgnarp]

well someone begged me in the notes to make this so yeah, o5 council and their plush toys

all of them use plushies for therapeutic purposes, probably gifted to them by their very kind and very concerned assistant. they like to carry them into office and keep them on their lap while working or stuff in a drawer if it calls for it.

Aaron (Founder) is the kind of person to buy a toy cause its cute, not realizing its a video game character. very specific i know

Sophia (Nazarene) has a lamb plush toy, probably choosing a lamb cause it reminded her of her herd of lamb back when she was still preforming the miracles of Jesus Christ.

Hyun-ki (Kid) i personally hc as a space kid and i can totally see them cuddling with an aftonsparv.

Jean (Ambassador) has a stork plush. it’ll make more sense when i show the photo. i like to believe he gives her little bow ties to wear.

Mortimer (Blackbird) owns a squishmallow. some old, fat, short, british man with his squishmallow. maybe a frog

I adore the idea of Rufus (American), some buff, bruiting, militaristic man, having a unicorn plush.

if Valerie (Green) was born in the 21st century she would’ve absolutely been a dinosaur kid. so i see her with a big ol t rex plush

Baron (Lesser), being the pathetic paranoid fat coward he is, probably has a sanrio plush. he gives the vibe of a depressed insane anime schoolgirl but with the body of a fat old man with a mustache

Donna (Outsider) is OBSESSED with jellycats. She probably has a sun or a moon or a rabbit or something

Diane (Archivist) has one of those conjoined twin plushies. She probably sewed them together herself and likes to write dark stories about how sad and tortured the two conjoined teddies are under her rule.

Sam (Liar) owns a blåjah. Like it just makes sense to me.

Omar (Accountant)… hmm, i can see him owning a cat plush. Maybe a Pusheen or one of em studio ghibli cat or those long cats.

Felix (Other Overseer) owns one of those viral plague doctor toys.

Here are pictures of all of their plushes

they love their plushies very much

oh and i also forgot. each member of the council gave their plushies names

Pablo Jr. Creampuff Squeep Squeep Anna Tomato Commander Diesel Athena Puppy Willow Danny and Annie Chi Dr. Roderick

[mountainashes]

Washington Siblings Time lets goooo

Beth Washington

She likes instruments and can play quite a few different ones. (I feel like I saw a hc somewhere abt her playing guitar? It stuck with me).

She also plays some sports, but not as much as Hannah.

She was actually quite popular in school (based off her relationship stat with Jess being reasonably high).

She's lesbian.

Her 'role' in the group very much seems to be sort of like Sam's in that she's often trying to prevent trouble.

She's constantly looking out for her siblings, especially when they're in a big social situation like a party.

She wears beanies everywhere. Emotional support beanies.

Has a crush on Sam.

She's usually quite laid-back, but when she gets annoyed she's immediately furious. 0-100 real quick.

Hannah Washington

She likes insects a lot. Especially butterflies.

She can and will pick up spiders in her hands she literally does not fear any kind of bug or creepy crawlies.

She's quite artsy.

She's quite strong bc of all the sports she does. She, Sam and Matt often enough end up in weird little competitions and go on runs/hikes etc.

She was sort of the weird kid in most her classes, but wasn't often made fun of because of the people she was friends with and her siblings.

She's generally always a little caught up in her own daydreams.

She's trans.

She's neurodivergent. Idk what specifically but she is nd to me.

She's bi but it would take her forever to realise that.

As Beth describes her, she's often quite 'naive' and if it weren't for Sam, Beth and Josh she'd likely be the target of many jokes, some more harmless than others.

She's very optimistic, bright and chooses to see the best in people. She's not as social as her siblings and spends most her time with Sam. She likes being alone often, left to her own thoughts and fantasies and ideas.

Josh Washington

He's very into art and drama, especially horror of course.

He hangs out with Ashley and she helps him write scripts, while he draws things from her writing for her.

Despite this he is very jumpy and easily scared.

Because their parents are often super busy he very much took on the whole big-sibling caretaker role.

He's popular despite being really quiet and somewhat anti-social. He's the kind of guy who disappears off of any social media for weeks and is very difficult to get into contact with.

He likes playing pranks and jokes, but only when they're somewhat thought out. Like he isn't just going to jump out from behind a door and yell it's gotta be way more interesting.

He's trans (I don't have a specific hc for him I stick to I just know he's very genderfucky).

He's queer.

He hates Hannah's bugs and complains all the time about them but he'd never actually do anything to hurt them or upset Hannah.

He's quite pessimistic, sort of the opposite of Hannah. He's very paranoid of others and their intentions, and he often isolates himself because of that. This has a lot to do with his mental health though, he doesn't actually like being alone.

[technovillain]

any thoughts headcanons 4 sam n dogen sibling relationship dynamics i jus lovlove them

YEAS.... (also like 6 months later dskfksa sorryyyy) I have a few regarding what it was like for them growing up now that I made hcs for their parents.

Let me preface this with my Dogen lore. I thinkkk that the reason why Dogen is the way he is (so paranoid about his powers) is a result of how he was raised. Mallory and Geffrey were actually really chill parents until the Incident... (Dogen exploded the head of a housekeeper when he was just a baby and they cover it up and he isn't allowed to know but they have to make sure it doesn't happen again. so naturally they are very very frightened of that and it makes him kind of freaked out all the time having everyone making sure his little hardboiled egg head is all foiled up at all costs.)

ANYWAYS......... since Geffrey had a job in hotel management and Mallory worked housekeeping in them, they all moved around quite a bit. They sort of just lived in the hotels growing up. For around the first 6 years of her life, Sam was a weird little hotel gremlin, just wandering the halls, getting in to people's rooms, eating the complimentary soaps. Then Dogen came along and despite everything, Sam was never really scared of him. She even was the only witness to the incident when he was still a baby. That's why she's kind of got that haunted look in her eyes all the time. She kind of thought it was cool.

So once Dogen got a little older, the two became hotel gremlins together. Sam liked to pick him up like a purse and just carry him around because he was amoeba-sized. It would freak out their parents, who were kind of afraid of shaking him around, lest they got exploded... Sam and Dogen love playing tag and hide-and-go-seek in the halls, and they're the type of siblings who basically have their own language of weird jokes and games they play. I think once Sam became aware of her own psychic powers, she realized that a lot of their communication had been amplified by telepathy this whole time.

[taurtise]

Fic Notes

Just typing them out since there's a lot and it's easier just to type it, and better for anyone who has a hard time just reading/needs a screen reader

Super long so, enjoy <3 If you wanna do stuff with any of this you can, just leave credit or a note to me if you take heavy/direct inspo and stuff from it

Early game/kinda set-up stuff: Scar talks to Grian being like "hey man. You seem stressed and territorial, you good? Oh. Oh you have a refugee, okay cool. Can I give him cookies?"

Taurtis and Pearl are besties bc I say so. Pearl's favorite past time with him is picking his brain for stuff that he's seen but she hasn't before, and they bond over liking weird alien stuff. She shows him her collection and 1.18 update investigation room.

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Scar "you can't keep him in your house forever, G."

Gri "And why not!"

Scar "He's a person! How would you feel if you were holed up in someone's house and not allowed to leave?"

Gri "Shut up." (Cause, yknow, Sam locked him in the basement for three days that one time)

(Taurtis wouldn't actually be unallowed to leave, Grian would just be wary and anxious and paranoid about it)

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Late night bed talks. One being where Taurtis asks "Grian, am I funny?" and G goes "Yeah, you're really funny. What, did you make a lame dad joke today?" And Taurtis pauses a bit before rolling onto his side, facing away and responding "Oh yeah, it was a super lame joke." And Grian kinda catches on that, hey this is weird behavior for Taurtis, and decides to confront him about it, hence these lines:

T "What, am I just comedic relief to you? Is that still all I am?"

G "You've always been more than just a joke, don't say that."

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Mid-game: Scar's "Hey man you're a bit off" turns to "dude you're extremely bad right now. You need to relax. It's okay. Chill pill, my dude." And Grian is a stubborn bitch that keeps pushing his help away, so Scar tries to get Taurtis to help him with Grian.

Winter hits and Grian spends most of his days sleeping due to instincts, or something, idk it's an excuse to make him sleep and have Taurtis be crazy amounts of domestic with him. Taurtis "accidentally" makes too much breakfast to finish on his own so he wakes up Grian to share it with him. (He called Scar to see if he'd want it, not wanting to wake Grian, but Scar told him it'd be good for the pesky bird to have a meal before sleeping more)

Grian starts seeing shit due to his stress and the fact that the watchers have been following Taurtis this whole time without him realizing up to a certain point. Inspired by me seeing the foggy moon and going "huh that looks like a watcher eye." Thank you, Grian introject moment, pogchamp.

Xisuma starts asking people during casual chats if they've noticed anything different about the server. When he asks Grian, G lies and says he hasn't when he knows the watchers have found a way to get to Hermitcraft too, not wanting to expose himself and risk being looked into deeper from before joining HC. They know him and Pearl were in a server before, but not that it was a server full of watchers and eventual destruction. This causes Grian to get more stressed, develop worse insomnia, and try and figure out a way to send Taurtis home faster. He tries to ignore the inner misery and prioritize the safety of everyone else, but internally struggles with reassuring himself that Taurtis will even be safe after leaving.

Grian starts using his watcher powers when alone to influence the others to do things, just to show the other watchers that he's doing his job and they don't have to stay. They aren't convinced until him and two other watchers have a direct confrontation, in watcher forms rather than their human-esque forms, maybe spend a whole chapter showing their conversation before Xisuma locates where they are due to the heightened levels of their presence, confronting Grian now about what he was thinking and why all of this is happening.

Grian finds out that the other watchers lurking over the server managed to gain enough control to start forming an evo portal, finding it half finished and deciding to use his own control to make "clues". The clues are fake and only there to steer Taurtis away from the portal, but the other watchers change what Grian's clues say to lead him towards it no matter what. Taurtis sees the portal behind an evo symbol and gets mad at Grian, thinking he's tying to send him back to evo to be alone like he was before. (I didn't watch evo, just wanted to find a way to make it appear like Grian abandoned him from Taurtis's perspective.) Grian tries explaining himself, but Taurtis is done listening.

Taurtis starts showing more obvious signs that his sense of confusion from the down under has caused occasional confusion to places he's in, even if he's been there long term. Just a lil, lil somethin, y'know?

Grian's psychotic (literally) and Taurtis is autistic. Not mid game but just had to put that out there.

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Long game/end game: (omg just like avenger's end game- shut up. No. Stop.)

There's a sort of banquet to celebrate the ending of season nine as they progress into season ten.

Taurtis has to face the truth that he's never wanted to leave in the first place. He had to accept that fact mid game, but here he has to say it outright to Grian who's absorbed himself into figuring out every nook and cranny and function of that portal, so much that the skulk and purple has grown more on him.

The purple area spreads more on his right arm since that's the one he stick into the rift after activating the portal again. Something that's noticed overtime as he continues experimenting on and interacting with the rift and the area it was at in general.

-----Additional Notes/How Watcher presence affects players-----

A large amount of Watcher presence will cause listeners and the watched to feel paranoid, sick or uneasy. The more watching them, the worse the effects are. This is how Grian connects the rift's sudden behavior change to the watchers, Mumbo pointing out how he's felt the past few days one night while researching and experimenting on the portal with him.

And then this all was going to lead up to an additional fic to the series where they'd have to do a life series to satisfy the Watchers's need for violence, but the watchers found a way to strike a deal with Sam to make things more interesting, and Grian and Sam end up being soulbound for it with Grian barely winning by killing Sam in the end after everyone else has died out.

Similar to Double Life, but would have more stakes and need for staying close to soulmates as well as different effects and changes to players with the loss of lives and distance between soulmates.

[msookyspooky]

Thank you!!!! I love this so much and reviews like this put a smile on MY face! ♡♡♡♡ Heavy on disappointing Scream movies cause I literally hated 5. 5 had sm potential and...Yeah I'm gonna really edit the hell out of it 😮‍💨

Even here ^^^

Billy looks like someone that in their mind is getting 'justice' aka revenge for something he feels wronged over (Delusional) but Stu just looks elated!

That's exactly what I go for with Stu. Stu killed his girlfriend and ex so easily (And I gotta wonder if he only got with Tatum to get to Sid) and his worry about his parents being mad at him; I interpreted more so as him scared his family he put a mask on for will find out like they found out he cheated on a test or something microscopic not ya know...Prison! That to me shows how much he looks at murder as fun and he's almost not in this reality while Billy is clearly scared of getting caught like a 'rational' person because it's illegal and uh...Prison for life or the death penalty. Billy I hc has hallucinations just like Sam does and it comes from Nancy but more so they're more easily able to be schizophrenic, paranoid or develope severe PTSD no matter what the science is; the family has issues that can be managed while Stu is just a cold blooded killer that will never go away.

Billy's 'mask' was shit in Scream anyways. EVERYONE both fans and characters knew Billy was a prime suspect because his acting was that bad but Stu? Most were shocked it was him because other than the fountain and the video store; Stu's just like that. It's like he is so charming and manipulative that he let's the mask slip for fun and ppl are like 'that's just Stu!' Imo the fountain scene wasn't him being stupid. It was him teasing the others because he's that sadistic and arrogant that it's like a giant game to him while Billy is sweating bullets.

Billy feels like...Idk If Roman wouldn't have brainwashed him; he may have been a toxic guy but he wouldn't have killed and in my universe of Set Up Series I think he knows that. But Stu? That guy was gonna kill regardless.

So for the story I try to capture that. That now that Billy lost it all and realized how much Roman used him in TT; he's still a killer but he's not completely devoid of basic sense and even slight caring for certain ppl while Stu is just nuts and will probably never know what true care for someone is only 'Well I really like this toy, it's my favorite toy, but it's still JUST a toy.'

And Stu of course is a mad petty bitch bc we didn't talk to him for a decade when he forced himself into our life with minor threats of violence if we didn't to begin with! Even if he somewhat defended us with Ray; I think it's more because he thinks he might still have a chance or just to defuse the situation to not get caught cause even if I think he'd relish in the attention he still likes killing too much to willfully be caught by police. Hpwever, he also never expected us to be given to him on a silver plater and now that Billy has a soft spot for us? Oh he's big mad.

Fours a Franchise

Part 14

wordcount: 7,332

TW: SA Mention but Doesn't Happen

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You got shoved into a dark corridor in the hallway as Billy had a firm grasp on you and Stu acted as a look out; actively shielding you both.

It all happened so fast. You didn't even get to chance to explain yourself!…One minute, you're waking up to Stu sneaking into your room. Your vision was so blurry you fell back to sleep thinking you were dreaming. The next, you were woken up again to Jill charging in and trying to choke you. Then the fight and Dewey and your body jumping in front of Billy as a last resort and the pain and…And…It was the most awful 10 to 15 minutes of your life and it happened in a blink of an eye.

You tried to weakly shove Billy off with a pained groan as you clutched your bleeding stomach. You were in pain, not thinking quickly and felt sick. “You shouldn't have dragged me out like that!” You weakly protested with a strained voice.

Billy shhed you to not get caught as a cop ran to where you all just came from; urgently speaking into his radio for backup.

He then glared at you. “...And get shot? Or better yet, all of us arrested?”

“No, it would've been just you two.” You grumbled weakly.

“You sure? Dewey didn't seem too understanding.” He asked, raising a brow. The silence of his words hung in the air. “...You made your choice, we made ours with what options we had. Now shut up.”

You went to protest but it died in your throat as the uneasy guilt ridden feeling of how Dewey looked at you plagued your mind.

You couldn't dwell as Stu motioned and Billy grabbed you to keep going.

You still felt like you would get caught. You almost wanted to just run to that hospital room again and let yourself be caught just to clear your name but you knew that was pointless. Jill had them convinced and there was no going back now.

You all followed the wall in the shadows as Stu and Billy guided you. Expertly avoiding cameras in the halls like it was their job. Knowing when to move and what halls to avoid while evading cops and hospital staff…All before Stu grabbed a woman who went to scream and he threatened her with the gun at her chin.

“Stu-” You gasped out in shock. Scared you were gonna see her brains splattered on the wall any second as Billy nudged you to be silent.

Stu smirked as his large hand covered the night nurses mouth. “Hey cutie, we're gonna need your keys.”

The terrified woman didn't hesitate to shakily give him her keys as he snatched them up. “Thanks, hotstuff.” Stu remarked with a grin before smacking her ass and shoving her away roughly.

The poor woman cried silently as she got shoved into the wall. Covering her mouth, slinking against the wall to the floor. She was just threatened with a gun to her face, her car stolen and technically sexually harassed in one go. You felt awful but it didn't last as Billy shoved you to move the best you could.

You were in their world now. You saw tid bits with how they talked or when hunting other Ghostface's but this was how they survived all these years. You almost regretted even saving them at this point. Almost.

You all rushed to the nearest exit and Stu cursed when it was locked. “Shit! News of escaping got out and now we're screwed. Damn it, man!”

Billy huffed and reached for the keys using the nurses keycard to unlock it and give Stu a judgmental glare.

“Oh…I knew that.” Stu sheepishly grinned, taking the keys and pushing it open. He scoffed at the eye roll Billy gave him, “Hey dickhead, circumstances and drugs. Cut me some slack here.”

As soon as they stepped out they plastered themselves and you against a wall to avoid cameras…And a cop car pulling in. Billy and Stu both grabbed you to hide behind a huge column as the police ran around the parking lot towards the elevator.

“Dingus's.” Stu snickered as he stood and helped you up. He started clicking buttons on the keychain in the parking garage. “Welp. Not this floor…Going down.”

You groaned in pain and exasperation as Billy helped you as you all snuck through parked cars. Your faces most likely on camera as Stu and all of you snuck yet tried to also act casual as a few people walked by from their parked car. You covered the blood on your gown as much as you could.

You were just along for the ride in your hospital clothes as you all followed the path to go down a level.

“We can't walk all 5 levels. Especially with us being hunted.” Billy harshly whispered.

“Got a better idea?” Stu argued back before his face lit up as a car beeped and its lights flashed as he pressed the button on the keychain. “Sweet Freedom, baby.” He mused with a grin as you all made your way over there.

Stu had a giant welt on his head and was struggling to move with so many bandages just like you and Billy. If not worse considering how many times he was shot; he definitely had some organs messed up and some broken ribs. He's lucky to be alive. Billy had a damn limp while clutching his stomach and you clutched yours with dried blood on your fingers. You all looked horrible and felt it too.

Stu went to drive and Billy snatched the keys, “You were shot the most and got beat in your cinder block head multiple times by a piss pan…I'm driving.”

Stu rolled his eyes but for once relented. “Fine with me. Just get us outta here.” As he urged you to the backseat, helping shut your door before getting in the front and you all drove out.

You knew cameras were catching you all and yet being able to sit in that car seat with tinted windows…You didn't care. A million things were running through your mind. What if you hadn't called Billy and Stu tonight? Would you have lived regardless? What if you never went to that barn to talk to them; would Randy be alive and your secret safe? What if you didn't save Billy tonight; would Dewey have believed you over Jill?...And could you have lived with the guilt of that after they saved you and they were dead or rotting in prison? So much happened in a 12 hour period. Too much to think about.

And…After Billy and you…Had that moment when you thought you were dying… What of it?

One word echoed in your mind. Mine.

You knew it was probably just his way of saying he was gonna kill you and no one else but why hold your hand? You're mine. Always have been. That's what he said to you. And whether you liked it or not, in your fearful moment, telling him the truth happened. You didn't hate him. In fact, in some fucked up way, you still cared about him. It was…It wasn't right. It was sick. But the truth nonetheless. He and Stu came back, risking their lives and secrecy to save you. And you saved his life for what? The second time? Technically, more like third or fourth counting all the other Ghostface incidents.

Billy caught your gaze in the rearview mirror as he drove. A very different feeling being the one relying on him to get you from point A to B…Your eyes met his coal black ones as you both looked at each other for longer than intended before he glanced back at the road.

The silence was deafening as Stu sighed, rubbing his head while wincing and you just sat in that back seat grimacing at the car hitting a pothole. It made a pained gasp escape you as your eyes accidentally filled with tears. It hurt, yes but…Other things hurt too. Your heart ached like no other at the horrible night…The horrible day. The horrible… Everything.

“I know, sweetcheeks. We'll be outta danger before you know it and get you feeling better.” Stu reached back to pat your knee.

It wasn't as comforting as you wished it was. You quietly cried in that backseat but didn't sob. Just sniffed back tears a few times as you all drove down the dark road. Dawn was approaching slowly.

All before Billy got closer to Kirby's house of all places.

You sat up. Anxiously seeing cop lights ahead until Billy pulled off into an alleyway where, to your surprise, a van sat. He fished into his hospital pants having pocketed his keys as he told you, “Alright, let's go.”

Stu smirked, “A pedo van? You drive a creeper van?”

Billy glared, “It has windows and is red, dipshit. Just shut the fuck up and get in.”

You were numb. Almost not responding.

“YN.” Billy snapped his fingers as you took too long to respond but finally did. It's like your mind wanted to shut off from all the anguish tonight. He opened your door and grabbed your hand. “C'mon. Now.” He ordered in a voice that lacked his usual malice. Putting his arm under yours to support you and help you out of the car and into his van.

Stu watched you both but said nothing. Just observing. Opening the door for Billy to get you in.

You got in the front and Stu in the back sprawling his long legs out on the seat. “Damn…You could totally get some motion back here, if ya know what I mean…”

A pause happened as Stu wagged his brows and Billy gave him an incredulous look.

It dawned on him as Billy rolled his eyes at what Stu was getting at. “Are you fucking high from anesthesia or something?”

“C'mon!...Just say it… How many girls have you porked back here? Be honest.”

“Your Mom. She barely fit in that seat. Now, shut the fuck up.” Billy jeered in a deadpan.

Stu chuckled weakly, hanging his head back tiredly with a smirk as he cringed. The chuckle hurting his tender ribs.

You ignored their immature jesting and their crude remarks. To them, they were scott free and still acting like teens getting away with it. But to you? You were leaving everything behind. You couldn't even risk getting your suitcase that had Sidney's locket or any pictures Mindy and Chad drew for you because cops would be across the street cleaning up the crime scene of Jill's Mom and the two Deputies. You didn't have Dewey's gun you had for over a decade because Judy confiscated it. You didn't even know if you could go home. You had no weapons on you. You were…Done. Weak, helpless, tired. Done.

You just laid back in that passenger seat in pain. The anesthesia still in you and feeling foggy the more the adrenaline wore off. Still in a bloody hospital gown and pants just with a blanket Billy told Stu to get from the back seat over your body as you laid back. More so if cars went by they wouldn't see the blood. Closing your eyes with a heavy heart and hopeless feeling.

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Billy subtly watched you as you all left town come morning day break. The crack of dawn with the sky a hazy blue and light pink in the distance. ‘Leaving Woodsboro’ a sign he never thought he'd see again but couldn't see fast enough as he purposely took an old back road out of town to avoid detection.

Till Stu gently played with your hair then picked up your arm to move it.

Billy looked bewildered, “What are you doing?”

Stu nodded to himself when you breathed heavily. Easily setting your arm back down and opening an eyelid to see nothing but white. “Good. She's knocked out.” He mumbled low as he left you to sit back. Waiting a few moments to make sure you stayed asleep.

Billy's mouth twitched in a frown knowing what Stu was gonna say…Because he thought the same damn thing.

“What are we doing here?”

“Hiding out at my place, I guess.” Billy answered in a monotone.

“No. You know what I mean, man.” Stu glanced at you. “What are we doing? All 3 of us…Both of us with her…What are we gonna do?”

Billy sighed heavily as he drove. But said nothing for a moment. “...What do you think?”

“Well…” Stu gazed at you. “I know we came back because no one kills her but us. And to get rid of imposters but…We won. I mean, we did it. Here she is.” Stu gently combed a stray tiny hair from your face and you didn't even stir. The anesthesia is still heavily in you and you haven't slept for a while. “On a damn silver plater. No friends. No police. No gun. No knife. No witnesses. No mace.”

Billy huffed at that still remembering how bad that stung and how much he wanted to tear you limb from limb. “What are you getting at? Spit it out.” They kept their tones low.

Stu paused then drew it out. “...We've hunted her for 15 years. 15 years, man.”

“Thought you were in love with her?” Billy raised a brow.

“Was. Bitch didn't even talk to me for a decade after everything I did for her. She only hugged me at the barn because her only friend rejected her. If it wasn't for that, she wouldn't give us the time of day other than to be her bodyguards for Ghostfaces.”

Billy nodded. Something they could agree on. You were cornered and couldn't be trusted.

They both sat in silence as Stu pondered aloud. “I mean…Maybe we should just…Do it?”

Billy faltered and eyed Stu in his mirror, almost turning in his seat at one point to look at him. “...You can't be serious. We just about got caught and you want to…Are you fucking stupid?”

“I am. I mean, serious, jerk. C'mon man. A decade ago she was begging for us to end it. She's got money and fame and she's still not happy.”

“And how would you know?” Billy huffed with annoyance.

Stu raised a brow, “You getting defensive? Was I right-”

“Just shut up and answer.” He grumbled while readjusting his tense arms while driving.

“...I can just tell.” Stu gazed back down at you from the backseat as you barely stirred. He smiled a moment, as if admiring how cute you looked to him in this state, all before sighing softly. “Ray's dead. Dewey hates her guts. Everyone betrayed her and wouldn't listen. She's a wanted woman now. And she's probably living all alone like she was a decade ago…Isn't this more cruel than, I don't know, ending it?”

Billy felt his heart sink and he didn't understand why.

Stu kept going as his old partner in crime stayed silent, “YN's worst fear was being caught and everyone thinking she was in on killing those other kids with us in 96…Why not free her of that burden? Two birds with one stone sorta thing. We get what we always wanted and her name is cleared.”

Billy blinked, “Are you…Are you suggesting we off her while she's here just to do what we talked about over a decade ago??” He whispered so you wouldn't hear in your deep slumber.

“I'm just saying that you've especially been wanting to kill her for a long time and I'm indifferent to it really. If anyone should kill her it's me…I mean, it kinda would be one last act of kindness to her. Romantic even, not that I'm a sap or anything but...” Stu softly chuckled and smiled tenderly; gently gliding a finger over your cheek watching as your face scrunched slightly and you turned away in your sleep. He waited till he heard a slight snore. “...Kill her. Do what we've had on our bucket list for so long. Maybe even make her body the most memorable kill of all? She is the one that got away. The one that started all this just like we did. Everyone gives Sid credit but nah. It's her…Decorate her near the Woodsboro sign and make Dewey and Gale feel like dogshit and Jill's story unravel and make YN a memorable pretty corpse people will talk about for years to come…’Poor YN. She died trying to warn everyone. Poor YN, no one believed she was innocent when she was. Poor YN was a hero’.” Stu mused thoughtfully.

Billy hated this…This... Fucking emotion!

What the fuck was it!? His body heated and yet chilled, his gut twisted into knots and his heart sank. He hadn't felt this in so long. He felt fucking human for once.

Stu went on, “Don't worry, we wouldn't torture her. She deserves a merciful death for helping us when she did and sparring us a decade ago, ya know?” Stu hesitated before an almost perverted smirk played on his lips. “...But…It would be fun to do to her what we would fantasize about in the cabin before Windsor happened. Give her as much pleasure as pain. Drag it out…If the body is-”

Billy almost slammed on the brakes and he didn't know why because he had fantasies of practically stabbing you while fucking you years ago and him and Stu practically got each other riled up as they used to talk about it but something about what Stu was saying for whatever reason was too damn far.

“NO!” He barked out angrily as Stu shhed him as you almost opened your eyes.

Both of them froze before after a few moments of tense silence you fell asleep once more. Stu glared at Billy, “Man, what the Hell!? She almost woke up!” He hissed low under his breath.

“We are not doing it! God damn it, we aren't raping her dead or alive.” He grumbled running a hand over his face as he tried to reason shit out in his head.

Stu held up his hands, “Okay, okay! Jeez it was fine at Windsor and to jerk off to the idea but not now…Got it.”

Billy just gave him an annoyed glare as Stu kept going.

“But what about the kill? She's defenseless in the middle of nowhere with no one to go to. What better time! We never have to worry about her coming after us or police from her talking or getting involved with these Ghostface from taking our kill…This is it, man! Right here-” He pointed downward for emphasis. “Right here, right now. We only ever got involved because we didn't want our secret out or someone taking thee YN from us when that right should be ours, man! Ours!” Stu ranted, trying to whisper. “She tossed me aside and she's damn lucky I didn't kill her for it. I want her and I'd rather it end like this than her turning us in for immunity in court or her getting away and another Mark happening… All I know is it's now or never.”

Billy felt like shit and his mind felt even worse. He looked back at Stu and swore he saw his dead mother in the backseat behind the blonde man. Nodding with a sadistic smile on her dead face. That same smile she had before she died on that stage in front of him. Another hallucination like he got when he was under stress or killing happened. Swear to God, sometimes he felt like Anthony Perkins in Psycho.

He had two Devil's on his shoulders whispering in his ears ‘Do it, do it, do it’ and yet something deep in him…

He shook his head to himself.

Seeing your face. It was the first time in years he truly felt you were beautiful to him like he thought when he was 18. Bloody and teary eyed…Vulnerable. Calling for them to help you. You finally let the wall down and your voice sounded like a scared child calling out to him. He wanted to protect you. It was the most bizarre reaction he ever had in this sort of situation.

‘Billy, I'm scared.’ You whimpered to him as he held your hand at that house. Such a silly yet simple gesture for two people dying but you needed him. YOU needed HIM. You didn't hate him. You let the wall down and finally admitted you were scared and you never hated him for what he did. Just the thought made the most unfamiliar tingling warmth prickle in his chest that felt weird and uncomfortable for a man like him. It increased realizing you saved him. You were willing to take a bullet for him again and put your name and life on the line.

He was a prick. A cold hearted serial killer. A sadist. Probably psychotic or some other diagnosis he self diagnosed just cause it sounded cool…But what you did for him when he was 18 went unappreciated. All he could focus on was you ruining his plans and almost sending him to prison. But he was a man now. A grown man. And he now appreciated the sacrifice you gave to save his life tonight. You risked everything to save a murderer when only Stu and him were focused on Jill not killing you because one day they might want to kill you instead.

He was so conflicted. Especially after the secret he found out about you a few short years ago while you both hadn't seen each other in years. After reading that and seeing how you felt; it was extremely hard to hate you like he used to. He was so confused and conflicted and he hated it.

Stu mumbled, “I mean…I love her. I do.”

Billy rolled his eyes. Stu didn't know what love was…No, he LITERALLY didn't know. He knew Stu better than anyone. Stu obsessed hard, worshiped hard, fixated then the second that person irks him they're dead to him. Like a toy. If he cares, it's an altered version of it.

Stu cared at the barn because you needed him and he liked the feeling. The power that you needed him. The thrill of taking you with them and being under his mercy. But him caring didn't stop his murderous tendencies. In fact, for Stu, it seemed he viewed this as his way of ‘showing mercy and love’ by killing you to make you look like a poor murdered angel on tv. Soooo merciful for a woman that rejected him, Billy thought.

Stu continued, “- Which is why if we kill her…No one can hurt her again. No more suffering. No more death of people she cares for. No more sadness.”

Billy couldn't take it. “No. Fuck…Shit! Fuck. God damn-” He grumbled smacking the steering wheel in frustration. “No! Damn it, we can't! We won't.”

The silence was deafening. It dragged out. Lasted onward and for severely long moments.

Stu stared long and hard before it came out, “...What happened?”

Billy blinked, “...Huh?”

“What the hell happened between you both?” Stu demanded with a familiar look in his eyes that was never a good thing. Jealous over the idea someone else, especially Billy, had played with his toy in any way. If he wanted to break his toy or love it he could but not some other boy behind his back doing it too. “Yesterday you were talking shit about her and today you're coddling her. What the fuck?”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Billy scoffed. Trying to hide how his heart was all twisted up right now. Stu did not need to know about the confession in that house or that while he was knocked out YN saved his ass.

“Yeah, I bet.” Stu jeered with a mild sneer. “How do you go from wanting her dead and me having to protect her to now I moved on and accepted she'll never return feelings for me and now you're the one getting all defensive about AN IDEA of doing it. Didn't say I would, I'm just talking about it. And you're acting like her white knight or something.”

“Look!” Billy demanded in a firm tone. “15 years is not going down the drain by killing her when she can't even fight. It's below us. It's not right. She's too…She's put up too much of a fight for us to do her like that.”

“Didn't stop us from going after Casey; two men after some defenseless chick. Didn't stop you with Tatum or me with-”

Billy smacked the wheel in irritation again, “I said no! It's pussified to get her when she's down! We're gonna lay low and-”

His raised voice made you stir and they both froze.

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You made a tiny noise as the sun was out now. Something woke you up. Yelling? Billy wouldn't look at you and kept driving with his shoulders tense but Stu just plastered a relaxed smile on his face and said, “Sleepy heads awake. Just discussing where we're going, sweetcheeks.”

Stu suddenly surprised you in your doped up tired state and handed you something before you could space out too much. “I promise I only looked at pictures. Honest!” I think Dewey must've got it from the yard for you. It was in your room and I thought I'd grab it because of evidence or whatever.”

You hesitated, still groggy then gingerly took your phone. Screen cracked a bit but nothing major. “...Thanks Stu.”

As soon as you fumbled with it and turned it on; you saw all the missed calls from Dewey before you went to Kirby's house and the call to Billy and Stu. It said unknown but just the fact you knew was enough. Complete evidence if someone really dug and traced where that unknown call truly came from. And your lip threatened to wobble as you shut your phone off and looked away. You didn't dare look at pictures the last few days of Randy and his kids…You'd break down. You'd sob your eyes out on this extra fucked up day.

Stu eyed you with wide eyes. Like a child seeing someone cry and not knowing what to do. Billy rolled his lips and averted his eyes before telling you in a tone that sounded almost too soft to be his. “Just go back to sleep. We aren't too far from our stop.”

You didn't even care to ask where you were going. What did it matter? Everything you loved or your future was gone. The sun was starting to rise higher after such a long night. Still sleepy from surgery. In pain. Emotionally drained…You just closed your eyes to sleep again. All three of you banged up badly. Honestly? At this point, if you woke up to handcuffs from being pulled over; then you did. If you wrecked and died; then you do. You couldn't bring yourself to care right now.

You didn't see it but Billy subtly looked back at Stu from the mirror and Stu sighed but nodded. “Okay…Yeah, she should just get some sleep and rest up.” He mumbled reluctantly as silence fell over the inside of the van.

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“Alright, c'mere sweetcheeks. Up ya go.” Stu groaned with a grimace as he helped you up. You jerked away. Startled as hell and damn near smacked him thinking it was Jill. “Easy, easy! It's me, babe.”

You breathed heavily, trying to calm your hammering heart as your chest rose and fell.

Billy glanced at you. “Relax, YN. He's been beat multiple times tonight and god knows any other night; don't make him braindead.” He mumbled as he got his keys and you looked around.

You were in a small driveway. A beat down old trailer on blocks with a wooden deck built on.

Stu helped you out and grinned with a groan, “Jeez, humble dwellings huh?”

“Blow me.” Billy grumbled with a glare. “Not everyone's an attention whore that showboats.” He gave while opening the door.

Stu helped you as you tried to wake yourself up. “Someone's cranky that they're poor. This thing is the size of my garage.” He chuckled trying to get you to laugh but you didn't even crack a smile. But even Stu grimaced as he chuckled too hard and hurt a rib that got shot.

He led you in Billy's trailer. About what you would expect for a single guy on edge. Billy dragging his leg stiffly, Stu lumbering around slower than he was at the hospital and you were just there. In pain with your insides; wondering if you're gonna die from your injuries or not.

You were led to the couch to gingerly lay down and as soon as you felt it your eyes started closing again. You were exhausted.

Stu staggered about and you heard Billy telling him not to touch anything and laying out a ‘game plan’ in case cops showed up but it soon became background noise.

As soon as your eyes closed in a twilight state; images filtered through your head. This wasn't real. Of course it wasn't. You were on Randy's couch with a blanket over you with the credits for a movie playing in the background. Randy was peacefully snoring in his recliner with Chad and Mindy curled up with him. All of them are peacefully sleeping as you smiled to yourself. The tv illuminating them and you as you tried to relax on Randy's couch. It smelled like the teakwood mahogany scent Karla had throughout the home. It was warm, it was home away from home, cozy. You breathed a sigh of relief…It was all just an awful nightmare.

Soon, you'd be home with Cherri. Maybe invite Dewey and Gale and Karla and Randy over for dinner one night? The kids could come too. Your dog loved those kids. You just had to pick her up from a family friend's house. Billy and Stu never showed up and are in prison because they never saved you in the first place. They got caught, of course they did. They hadn't changed since 1996. Ghostface was Jill and Charlie and they had been killed. You were healing and discharged from the hospital…It was all just an awful nightmare on medication and surgery…It was.

You sighed peacefully. Watching Randy a moment as he snuggled his kids. Too bad you didn't have a camera…Your phone? Hmm…Where is your phone? You looked around feeling like the coffee table looked more dark than you remember but all well. You'd find it in the morning. No more publicists to worry about; you fired her. You almost closed your eyes to fall back to sleep.

But then, you went to turn to look towards the dark hallway of Randy's home and your body jolted at seeing a dark robe, white face mask and 12 inch bloody knife. You tried to get Randy's attention but you couldn't speak. Mouth opening but the words wouldn't come out. All before an ungodly scream of pure fear ripped from your throat when the Ghostface barreled towards you knife over head ready to plunge it into you. Your heart bottoming out as the scream ripped away from you.

“Hey!”

You felt hands on you as you yelled out, thrashing and crying as someone forced you back down on the couch. “Hey!...You're safe. You're fine. Relax….Shh.” Billy told you. His dark eyes were wide at the way you reacted to being woken up. “It's okay…” He offered.

You sucked in breaths of air. Feeling sharp pain in your abdomen as you grimaced. Eyes darting to see a brown flannel style old couch instead of Randy and Karla's gray one. Smelling faint cigarette smoke and a more natural scent than the teakwood Bath & Body Works scent. Feeling a rougher blanket than the fuzzy one you had at Randy's…And then it all hit you that Randy being alive and all of you safe at his house was a dream…It was all just a hopeful dream. This was real. It was all true and real.

You had to swallow down the pain in your heart.

“Here…” Billy offered pills and water.

You said nothing, still frazzled as you sat up. Looking at them skeptically.

“It's a Clarithromycin and Tylenol.” He clarified. “You're gonna need it.” He offered them again as you shakily took it. Trying so hard not to cry as your fingers trembled to get the pills from his palm and the water. Your fingers brushing the palm of his hand repeatedly as he zeroed in on it. Eyes hyper focused on your hand before he averted his gaze. He was in different clothes. Comfortable clothes that he could escape in if he had to in case authorities knocked on the door.

His leg fucked up and his stomach but compared to you and Stu; he was slightly better off. “...You need food with that.” He mumbled awkwardly. Getting up off the couch with a groan. “You want…A sandwich or…Maybe Spaghetti-o's or something?” He quietly asked.

You blinked and just nodded. Throat hoarse from screaming in terror and grief the night before and mind scattered, “Yeah. Whatever you got.” You quietly replied back trying to wrap your mind around the fact you were alive. You were alive and had been stabbed repeatedly in the stomach. You were alive and staying at Billy's place hiding from the cops.

Billy shuffled painfully to the kitchen. All of you are worse for wear. You didn't even know where he lived. Were you even still in Cali?

Out of pure instinct upon waking up, you went to check your phone to see almost 12 hours had gone by since you escaped the hospital and…A lump formed in your throat that ached as you saw the missed calls from Dewey from the night before. And now this morning…Karla Wilson Meeks.

You sat the phone down, getting up to go use the bathroom. Seeing it in the hallway from where you sat on his couch. Everything hurts. Who knows if Jill didn't rupture a damn organ in you? And yet, you probably couldn't even go to get checked out unless you were vomiting blood or something and you might as well kiss your freedom goodbye if you did. It's why you all were hiding out doctoring wounds at Billy's trailer.

You used the bathroom, painfully sitting on the toilet. Even peeing hurts using muscles you took for granted and you weren't even sure if you were allowed to eat solids or not. Unable to talk to the doctor before having to flee the hospital. You painfully tried sucking in a breath as you stood up and adjusted those hospital pants you still had on. No idea where you would get clothes.

Before completely re-opening the door; you stopped and looked in the mirror at the bruises and minor cuts on your face. Still in your hospital clothes. A big bloody stain on the front of you.

“We didn't undress you to check your stitches.” He awkwardly told you.

You jumped a bit at Billy's voice. He was standing in the hallway watching you.

“...I…I can do it.” You mumbled, trying to get your bearings here.

“...I can take a look.” He offered after a moment's pause. “I mean you know…If you're cool with it.”

You hesitated but realized you had pants on…So. If he wanted to check then. Well he wasn't a Doctor but it was better than nothing.

You gently lifted your gown to see the bloody bandages as Billy stepped closer towards you. He looked up from slowly stooping down to look, “We gotta take these off. They're just marinating your stitches in bacteria at this point.”

You nodded, not much in the talking mood. Wincing as he peeled the caked on bloody bandages off your sore skin. You tried jerking away when he went to touch your stitches. “Hey, ya want infection? I'll be gentle. Promise…” He gave in an unsure voice as if just saying the words felt so foreign to him.

You didn't feel you had much of a choice as you stood there. You watched him as he looked at your injuries. His dark eyes gazing at your bloody skin, brows furrowed in concentration as his fingers ever so slightly touched your side.

“I gotta clean it…That cool or?-”

You nodded absent-mindedly. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you gotta do.” You softly gave. Still in a daze that Billy Loomis of all people was helping with your wounds.

You closed your eyes and gritted your teeth as Billy used a warm washcloth that was too rough to get the caked on blood off. “Easy!” You grimaced.

Billy scoffed, “Oh? Am I too rough, Princess?” He mocked.

“Yes…” You softly mumbled, averting your gaze.

Billy completely faltered at that. Expecting a smart ass witty jeer from you and getting a voice that made you feel pathetic come from yourself. You just…You just didn't have the fight in you right now.

“...Please, be a bit…Easier.” You mumbled again not wanting to look at him. You felt vulnerable and you didn't like it. Not with these freaks. And yet, how much more could your brain take? You felt ready to sob and scream any moment and your ego was the only thing preventing it.

Billy stared. He stared long and hard before nodding and swallowing. Both of you not use to…This. This helping and taking care of each other. Not use to being this close without murder.

“Alright.” He nodded again as he was more gentle on your skin.

You looked up at the ceiling trying to be strong before sneaking a glance in the mirror. Your entire abdomen had bruises in various places and your stitches are red and angry looking.

“You know, I think you'll be alright. I mean, who knows internally but…I mean, your stitches only opened here and here. Easy fix if you'll let me.”

You hesitated letting Billy of all people help you but sighed and relented. You watched him as he sanitized things. Feeling vicks on your wound as you looked bewildered, “Vicks??”

He smirked getting the needle ready, “Burns at first but numbs the area. Old trick in a bind I've learned. Don't know if it's the right way but whatever.” He groaned while sitting on the toilet seat for his wound while you stood.

You nodded and looked away. Hell, he might be doing things to make it worse and you had no choice. You'd much rather be in a hospital but…Well…

You broke the silence as he santized his supplies. “I um…I don't think I should eat solids too much till I see if everythings in…Working order inside.” You made small talk as he sewed up the two openings after sterilizing them. You grimaced and tensed as it hurt but tried to get through it.

Billy huffed in annoyance mid stitch, “Are you kidding me, I just-” He faltered, sucking in a breath. “Tch...Fine. Makes sense.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, it's fine. Whatever.” He grumbled finishing up.

You had so many things to say…So fucking much. Why was Billy doing this? Why not kill you? Why risk all this?...But you knew. You were just scared of saying it and apparently; so was he.

“Okay.” He examined his handy work. “I think that's good.” He added what looked like neosporin and then got out some bandages from the bathroom cabinet. He had a whole arsenal of medical supplies no doubt from all the close calls all these years.

He gingerly placed the gauze pads down and started using body safe tape and wrappings as you could only watch.

“...Thank you.” You hesitantly gave. What else was there to say?

Billy glanced up at you, “Don't make it weird.”

“I'm not! I just…” You trailed off sighing. This was so awkward. You both clearly had things to talk about like a confession and so much more but neither one was willing to say it.

“Billy…I think we need to talk about…Everything. I mean, what you said and what I said and did. I meant…I meant what I said when-”

Billy faltered seeing the expression on your face. He looked like he was struggling before saying, “YN, stop. About…You know I just…Look, I mean shit we were dying-”

An awkward silence fell over you both before someone cleared their throat and both of you jumped slightly to see Stu in the hallway. “Oh, YN. You had him stitch you up? Good as new?”

Billy gave Stu a strange look but you just nodded. Hating the awkwardness of being in this trailer with these two after so long.

Stu nodded, seeing your clothes. “I think a bloody gown isn't the look, babe.”

“Her clothes from last night are bloody too. Especially her shirt. She can borrow one of my flannels, I wear shit oversized so hopefully she isn't swimming in it.” Billy mumbled.

Stu made a tight lipped face and nodded, “Alright.” He gave a smirk before groaning in pain. “Man, I need pain relievers and water. My waters too warm now…Billy.” He alluded.

“Are you motherfucking for real right now?” Billy glared at him.

“I was shot, like, 7 times man! No, 10!” Stu jeered.

“So!? Am I your damn mother??”

“Man, c'mon! I'm dying here! It's your shack!” Stu whined loudly and ‘weakly’ held himself against the wall.

“You pathetic ass baby, I swear to God-” Billy grumbled making his way to the kitchen. You gingerly followed as Stu reclined on a chair in the living room with a pained grunt as he eased down. Billy nagged him from the kitchen as you ventured there yourself. “I'm only doing this one damn time. After this? Get it yourself.” He cursed under his breath before looking at you. “What the hell are you doing?”

You looked like a deer in headlights at his tone, a can in hand you got from the cupboard. “Um…Just getting soup? Is it special, is that okay?”

“No, idiot. I don't have special soup, are you- Damn it.” Billy shooed you. “Get the hell outta here, I'll do it. I don't need you opening your damn stitches again.”

You looked perplexed as he seemed to take care of you and Stu…Bitching while doing it but still. This was not the Billy you knew and kinda weirded you out.

“Yeah well, you're injured too. I'm okay opening a soup can and using the microwave-”

He pointed with a glare. “Go. Now. Sit on the couch.”

You glared back feeling that familiar fire in you slowly rising, “I'm not helpless-”

“You are. You are very pathetic and weak and helpless right now and should count your blessings that I'm not taking advantage of that. Go!” He ordered like he was your Dad or something.

You scoffed softly and grumbled under your breath as you shuffled back to the couch. It sucked too. Smelling like a guy that didn't know what febreeze was and a spring was poking you in your back. You eased back down trying not to pout at being ordered around. You weren't a damn kid! But…This was Billy's house, you were heavily injured, and you had less choices.

Stu watched you from across the room. “Damn, did you just get chased out the kitchen by mother hen in there?” He teased. But his smirk settled as he stared at you. “How are you feeling?”

“Bad…I mean, not great.” You shrugged. Cold and pained and tired and feeling like dogshit mentally too.

“Yeah. Better get a shirt from Billy. You sure you don't want mine?”

You gave a bewildered smirk, “No, Stu. I'm not taking the shirt off your back.” You forced yourself to try and get up again but…

Before you knew it, your phone ran. It set everyone on edge.