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ythankucaptainmccoy · 8 months ago

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Tyler Owens x Reader (Oneshot)

Alright here ya go guys a Tyler Owens oneshot! WARNINGS: Attempted Assault and Major Fluff (Also Tyler Owens being the protective man we know he would be)

The Oklahoma skyline was beautiful as you got your van ready to go. You had gone storm chasing with your uncle when you were younger and he passed all of his stuff to you. When your parents had died you didn’t know what to do with yourself, but your uncle had swooped in and started teaching you about weather. He taught you everything you knew, but he had gotten to a point where he could no longer keep up. So here you were in your small travel van setting up your equipment.

The weather was predicted to produce some tornadoes today. Watching the radar you could see a very strong looking storm forming and from where you were you could tell this one was going to be a good one. You packed everything in the van quickly and headed towards the storm. Your job was to photograph the storms and sell your photos to news outlets and things of that nature as well as selling the photos that didn’t make the cut online for a little extra cash.

You had set up at a perfect spot and started taking pictures as the funnel started to come down. The pictures were soon to be ruined as you heard a familiar song blaring from a red truck. Tyler fucking Owens ruining another photo op for you. He pulled up beside you with the radio blaring. “Howdy (Y/N) fun day for storms!”, he yelled before speeding off. You didn’t want to edit your photos as you wanted them to be genuine.

You walk back to your van and sit watching as Tyler takes off towards the tornado as per usual. The rest of the day continued like this and by the time you pulled into the motel parking lot other storm chasers had taken it over. You got a room and pulled your ringing phone out of your pocket. “Hello?”, you answered. “Hi (Y/N) this is Pam with the publishing market we were wondering when the next set of photos would be coming in. The deadline is tonight and we haven’t received any photos”, she explains.

“I understand. I do have some photos that I can send over of the storms and the beginnings of the tornadoes”, you state. “Well we were hoping to have fully formed tornadoes for some magazine covers. A partially formed tornado or the beginning of the storm is not what we are looking for. Like I said, the deadline is tonight. If you can’t deliver the photos we are looking for we will have to find another photographer. I have to go. Goodbye”, Pam said as she hung up.

If looks could kill your phone would have combusted right there in your hand as you walked through the parking lot to your room. “Oh (Y/N). Pretty good tornadoes today”, Tyler called to you. “I wouldn’t know”, you huffed. “How could you not? There was one right after the other today”, Boone said. “Oh I don’t know I haven’t been able to photograph any without that eyesore of a truck getting into any of my shots”, you state angrily. “You know they have photoshop these days”, Tyler said.

“Except in order to get paid by the publishing market they have to be unaltered, but you YOUTUBERS wouldn’t know anything about that. Not that it matters because the deadline was tonight”, you seethed. Tyler’s team looked at each other at your outburst. You turned to leave as you could feel the angry tears forming and headed toward your room. The shower helped calm you down as you knew that the cash online wouldn’t be enough to keep funding your chasing.

You were going to have to call an end to your season before it truly started. Tyler and his crew didn’t mean any harm and you felt bad for taking your frustration out on his team. That night you scrounged some photos you had taken last year and sent them in hoping they would take them. Your phone rang and this time it was your uncle so you answered it. “Hey how’s my tornado photographer doing?”, he asked. “It’s going great. Lots of great storms today”, you said.

“So are you going back out tomorrow?”, he asked. “Yeah hoping to see some great tornadoes tomorrow”, you sigh. “You didn’t get any photos today that you needed for the publisher did you?”, he questioned. “No, the deadline was tonight. I sent in some photos I had taken last year so hopefully they will work, but I doubt it”, you reply. “Do you need any money? I can wire you some if you need it”, he told you.

“No I have enough and besides all I need to do is get some awesome shots and next thing you know they will be begging to use my photos”, you say. “Well if you need anything don’t hesitate to call”, he tells you. “I will. I’ll talk to you later. Night”, you say. He bids you goodnight and hangs up. You feel like you had failed your uncle since he couldn’t do the whole storm chasing anymore, but also because you knew that you only had enough money to make it to the end of the week.

Sleep didn’t come easy that night, but when your alarm went off the next morning you hit the road. Stopping at a gas station to grab some coffee to wake you up you spotted Tyler and his group coming in as well. You continued to watch the radar while sipping your coffee. Boone waved at you which you returned as he was sweet as could be. On the other hand when Tyler waved you just rolled your eyes and went back to watching the radar.

Your laptop alerted to an email and you knew exactly what it was, but pulled it into your lap and opened it. Sure enough an email from the publishers informing you that the deadline wasn’t met and that you were technically out of a job. You groaned in frustration as you were now very much screwed. Then as if your day couldn’t get worse you spotted your ex best friend with another storm chasing team. She was more about the glamor of storm chasing than the feel and beauty of storm chasing.

She started walking over to you and you put on a fake smile as she approached. “I can’t believe you’re here”, she says loudly. “Yepp here I am”, you respond. “I thought you would have run out of money already”, she laughs. “Well I’m a scrapper I’ll be here as long as the storms are”, you reply. “Well I got a call from the publishers and they decided to pick my pictures for their magazines”, she flaunted. She knew that it was your dream to become a world renowned storm photographer.

“That’s great”, you replied. “Oh my team is coming back I gotta go”, she announced. She went back to her group as you fought the anger that was brewing. You had been best friends for years, but when the Twisted Gang leader asked her to join them and be his girlfriend she left you in the dust. You had no idea that Tyler heard the whole conversation and that you had lost your job essentially. A storm was forming as you packed up the rest of your gear and headed out.

You had better luck today than before as this tornado you were able to get great shots of. The whole day was perfect as you snapped photo after photo of the tornadoes, but then by the late afternoon there was that eyesore of a truck in the way. The pictures you had would be great to get you off the ground with the publishers so you called it a day. You checked your bank account and decided to sleep in your van since you had a shower last night.

You emailed the publishers, but they replied that they had found another source. You were disappointed as you willed the tears away. You were just going to have to try harder tomorrow and get the perfect shots. You were setting up the small awning/tent your uncle had gifted you for your birthday up when Tyler and his crew pulled into the lot. You hadn’t eaten since that morning, but you had gone over numbers in your head and decided skipping meals today would extend the money a little bit.

You watched as Boone set up a small grill then Tyler took over the cooking for the group. You pulled out your sketchbook and started to sketch Tyler and the rest of his group. It had been a hobby of yours when you and your uncle had strom chases in the past. Tyler would glance at you every once in a while watching you work trying to figure out what you were working on. You had to admit that Tyler was handsome as much as he could be a pain.

You were almost finished when you saw Boone heading towards you. “Hey the group wanted to know if you wanted to join us for dinner”, he said. You were about to say no until you saw his puppy look and agreed to come over. “Well look who decided to join us”, Tyler joked. “I only came over because Boone is too convincing and there was free food”, you snarked. Tyler’s smile only widened as you pulled out your sketchbook again.

Tyler and Boone worked effortlessly to plate food and distribute it. You had just finished your sketch as Tyler walked over with a plate for you. “What ya workin’ on?”, he asks. “Oh just a sketch nothing more”, you reply as you take the plate and dig in. Tyler snatches the sketchbook as you try to protest when he lands on the page you were just working on. He admires the sketch, but he can’t help but notice how much detail you have put into him in this sketch. You had captured him perfectly in the moment as he looked at you.

“(Y/N) this is amazing”, he admires. “Thanks”, you whisper. Once you were done eating you thanked the Tornado Wrangler’s team and headed for your van. You pulled some covers out and put a chair up. The night was startinging to get cold as you wrapped your blanket around yourself. You weren’t asleep for long when the wind started to pick up and it started raining hard. You frantically start packing everything away into the van, but by the time you got everything in you were already soaked to the bone.

You climbed in and pulled the side door shut as the rain hit hard. The rain didn’t seem like it would be stopping any time soon so you decided to run for the small vending machines under the balcony of the second story motel. You had just got your soda and sat there for a minute as the air seemed to get colder. “Hi honey want to come in and get warm?”, a voice called out. The man standing in the doorway of his motel room was disheveled and greasy looking. “No thanks I’m good”, you responded. He walked out of his room and approached you as you tried to stay some distance away from him.

“Look I’m not interested”, you say loudly. It was late and no one was in the parking lot with this type of rain. “Look I think I could warm you up come on”, the guy said creepily. “I said I’m good”, you said even louder. He was getting too close as you told him to back off and when he grabbed you pushing you against the wall you screamed. “SHUT UP”, he bellowed. You didn’t as his other hand went to your chest. A blur to your left caught you off guard as a resounding thud filled your ears and the man that was holding you against the wall went flying.

When your brain caught up you realized the man had been punched, and when you look to your left Tyler stands there like a raging bull. His nostrils flare as the heat in his gaze tells you all you need to know that he is angry. He strides forward grabbing the man by the shoulder and pulling him up and pushing him against the wall. “How does it feel, jackass”, Tyler growled. You stood there as he held the man against the wall and punched him again.

“Tyler”, you whispered. He hit the man again before you found your voice again, “Tyler!”. He stopped and turned toward you to take you in making sure you weren’t hurt. “If you ever touch ‘er again I’ll kill ya’ understand”, Tyler drawled. He threw the man to the ground and made his way over to you. “Are you okay?”, he asked. You nodded as a shiver ran through your body. “I’ll walk you back to your room”, he says. “Oh I’m staying in my van”, you respond.

Tyler looks as if you slapped him with your confession. “No you’re not sleeping in that van. You can stay with me. You can take a shower and have the bed. I’ll take the floor”, he says. You don’t even get to protest as he starts walking you towards his room. Once in the room Tyler goes into the bathroom to start the shower as the realization hits you that that man could have done something horrible to you had it not been for Tyler.

You slid to the floor as the first choked sob hit you. Tyler must have heard it because he was kneeling in front of you cupping your face into his hands. “I got ya’ (Y/N). You’re alright sweetheart”, he soothed. “He could have…have..”, you hiccuped. “No sweetheart I’d never let that happen to ya’ just breathe for me”, he tried. He let you cry as he pulled you up and helped you into the bathroom to let you sit on the sink.

He waited until you had stopped crying as you became silent. “The shower is hot and here are a pair of sweats, t-shirt and hoodie if you want it”, he tells you. “I’ll be right outside this door if you need me sweetheart”, he tells you. You nod at him as he closes the door leaving you alone in the bathroom. You shed your wet clothes and climb into the hot shower as it chases some of the chill from you. After getting done you dry off and pull on all of the clothes he had left you pulling a hoodie that swallowed you and smelled like Tyler over your head.

You quickly style your hair and walk into the main room as Tyler was making a small cot on the floor. “You don’t have to sleep on the floor. I don’t mind sharing the bed. I trust you”, you tell him. He seems to deliberate his options as you wait for him to decide. “After you then”, he says. You climb in as he waits for you to get settled then climbs into his side. “Thank you”, you say softly. “You’re welcome sweetheart”, he replied.

You were shivering within a few minutes and Tyler noticed. “Come ‘ere I’m not gonna’ let ya’ freeze tonight”, he says. He lays on his side and pulls you to his chest as you look up at him. “You know you’re nothing like what the other chasers say you are”, you say. “Well I appreciate it”, he chuckles. You take him in and realize even with how much you bickered with him or fought over his eyesore of a truck getting in your photos you had fallen for him.

Tyler furrows his brows as you bring your hand up and trace his lips with your fingers. His breath seems to catch as you take in his facial features before you come back to his eyes that you swear can see straight to your soul. Without hesitating you slowly lean up towards him to give him plenty of time to back out, but he stays pupils dilating slightly in the glow of the lamp on the table beside the bed.

You close your eyes as does he as your lips meet. Tyler lets you lead as you test the waters by nipping at his bottom lip. He smiles then and presses his lips a little harder against yours then full on kisses the breath out of you. When you both pull away you're both smiling and Tyler reaches up to place a strand of hair behind your ear. You both share some more kisses until Tyler cuts you off. “I’m a gentleman and I think that’s enough for tonight. Another thing you’re riding with us tomorrow and no protests. I’m going to help you get your job back”, he tells you.

You sleep like a rock that night in Tyler’s arms and the next morning he wakes you. The Tornado Wrangler team watches as you walk to your van dressed in Tyler’s clothes with little smiles of their own. When you come back with your camera Tyler lets the team know you would be joining them for the day. Tyler made sure to drive you right up and into some of the tornadoes giving you amazing shots that were guaranteed to get your job back. Tyler was smiling and happy as you rode shotgun as Boone would load the rockets in the back seat.

As the team took a break Tyler watched you from a distance playing with your camera. He had to admit he loved when you would call his truck an eyesore and go toe to toe with him. He wanted to hear your voice more often and see your smile. “I’m gonna’ aske ‘er to join the team”, Tyler tells Boone. “I like her already so you know I don’t have a problem”, Boone says. The other team members agree as Tyler announces it’s time to roll as another cell starts to look better by the minute.

By the end of the day you submit your photos and receive an immediate response. The job was yours again and you ran to tell Tyler. In your excitement you run and tackle him in a hug that ends with you both crashing to the ground. “I got my job back”, you exclaim. “That’s amazing I knew you could do it sweetheart”, he tells you. The other Wrangler team members turn away as if they found something better to do as Tyler pulled you down to kiss him. “Chase with us. With me?”, Tyler asked. You sat there stunned for a moment and then you nodded saying yes. Tyler was excited to bring you into the fold. “Even if you have to ride in my truck”, he jokes. “I’ll follow you and that eyesore anywhere”, you reply as you share a kiss there in the parking lot.

#twisters #tyler owens #tyler owens x reader #tornado wrangler

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blackbirdsblackberries · 5 months ago

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If Reader is a spider hero like Spiderman, were we bitten by a genetically altered radioactive spider? How did we get in that situation?

Did our dad take us with him on a job, before he had his voice cut out, and we got bitten by a project the villain was making? Did our dad sell us to get cash and we were a human experiment that escaped or was thought to have failed? Did we stumble into a situation where this happened? I'm so curious! (And the flash backs could be great filler.)

On another note, our Spidey Sense only works when we're in danger, right? But it didn't detect Dick and the bucket. Does that mean he had no real intention to hurt us? Only wanted us to go off the wall and hurt him? It'd be interesting if our unease with the Bat Fam is just our Spidey Sense going off. Which would mean we'd feel a spike in our sense when they try to capture us. Probably immediately after telling them we're leaving/quitting, if we do.

On another note, I'm just thinking about what would happen if we got exposed to spider pheromones and turned into a giant arachnid? We aren't destroying buildings or anything. Just trying to hide. I'm just imagining the Bat Fam and the reactions. Maybe it was a new ingredient of Fear Gas? Maybe a new big bad that was trying to mind control spiders?

Either way, it follows canon Spiderman comics. Where he was turned into a spider, the villain found out he was 'pregnant', his spider form dies, and his human body rips out of the corpse. Poor Bat Fam questioning how to turn Aranea back into a human while trying to catch her and calm her down. Finding out she's 'pregnant' and questioning if she even knew by that point. The devastation of her dying, curling in on herself and not moving. Then, hours later, the body ripping apart from the inside out to reveal a human body, face obscured from the cameras by hair and mucus, who escapes before the family come back.

Hi! Oh my god it's been a while!!

The backstory will definitely be a filler/separate chapter from the main story, but until that comes out I will say that Reader has had these powers for years now and had been quite young when the incident happened. This also ties in with the whole Spidey Senses situation, I like to think the Reader is so used to the senses warning of danger that it's just like a gut feeling people get normally (obviously intensified). Dick definitely didn't mean to harm Reader and wasn't trying to be a threat so even though there was some unease it wasn't enough to enact fight or flight.

As for the second part of the ask. I might make a separate mini story for it!! That definitely seems fun to write but the main things I think would happen would be:

- Batfam freaking out and trying to look for Aranea

- one of the members finding your new form

- a whole freakout ensues

- Damian believes you are now the new Man-Bat

- You, obviously, runs off and is quickly chased down by Batman and Red Hood (the others are either frozen from shock, in the cave or trying to convince Damian that just because Aranea is a proper spider doesn't mean they're now against them)

- they capture you and take you to the batcave, most would be pretty happy to finally have a reason for you to be here.

- They run tests on you before finding out you're pregnant

- Immediately they freak out once more and you take the moment to run and escape the cave.

- You run into Crime Alley and hide out there for a bit before "dying"

- the family finds you, mourns you, and is about to take you and bury you when Jason snaps and runs off with Damian to kill the villain. The rest of the family follows to try and stop them (Steph actually doesn't care whether the villain dies or not, she just wants to watch it go down)

- When they return you've already gotten out and run off. They don't realize this - thinking it was just an animal or something that caused the hole and such.

- Barbara, Batman and Tim proceed to have a heart attack when they see your comm online and see you in person a couple nights later.

I hope that makes a bit of sense!! I love long asks so so much and I'm sorry I've been gone for so long 😔

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makeitmingi · 8 months ago

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When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Chapter 2]

Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho

Summary: When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?

[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]

Word count: 3.2K

With an iced tea in hand, you unlocked the glass doors of your shop and entered. You turned on the lights, placing your tea on the counter and your bag in your locker. Since you were the only worker here, there was no one else to use the lockers but you.

"Roses, tulips, carnations..." You grabbed your notepad to check the incoming deliveries today. The first thing you did was check on your plants and water them.

"You're growing well." You smiled softly, seeing the plant that you sprout, moving the pot away from the direct sunlight.

"(y/n)?" You heard the familiar voice of your supplier at the back door and went over.

"Good morning, Mr Lee. Do you have any surprises for me?" You giggled. You had a good relationship with all your suppliers, they always helped you bring in quality products.

"Well, besides your usual orders, I have some hydrangeas if you would like." He climbed into his truck.

"Here." He pushed the bucket to show you.

"Oh, they're absolutely beautiful. I'll take them." You smiled. He nodded and helped you bring everything in, he usually knew where everything went.

"Sunflowers aren't selling too well." You shook your head in disappointment, seeing your sunflowers there.

"Sunflowers aren't trendy anymore. Have you seen what's on the internet? My daughter told me that girls are content with just bouquets of baby's breaths now. How times have truly changed, right?" He chuckled with a click of his tongue. You nodded and moved the roses into the refrigerated area.

"It's a minimalist thing, no? Bigger isn't better anymore. No one comes in for traditional bouquets anymore." You sighed, going to the cash register to get the money.

"Tell me about it... And this should be everything." Mr Lee said, glancing over the flowers that he brought in.

"Thank you, this is the payment." You handed the money to him. He nodded and placed it in his pouch.

"Also, Mr Lee. I remember you mentioning that Mrs Lee keep getting her hands burnt when she's working at her restaurant. I made her an aloe balm. This should help soothe the burns." You held the tin out.

"Oh, you're too kind, (y/n). Thank you so much for making this." He patted your shoulder.

"Have a nice day. See you next week." You walked him out.

"See you." The both of you bowed to each other and he jumped into his van before driving off. You returned to your counter and began your work for the day.

"Let's see..." You checked the online orders that you had and printed it out for reference.

Moving to your work bench, you began to prepare the flower preparations for each other. You trimmed the stems, removed the excess leaves and cut thorns away before wrapping them up with either cellophane or tissue paper.

"Hello? Are you open?" The bell above the door jingled. A girl walked into store, carrying a pot with her. You cleaned your hands and walked out to the front.

"Yes, we're open. How can I help you?" You smiled.

"My fern seems to be wilting and I can't seem to revive it. Can you help?" She asked.

"Let's see what's the issue." You escorted in. She placed the pot on your work table and you inspected it. The girl patiently waited, watching you as you checked it.

"From what I see, the soil isn't draining water properly. It's retaining too much water and suffocating the roots of the plant." You said.

"What? Can that happen?" She blinked.

"Yes, so that suffocation prevents the roots from absorbing the vitamins and minerals. You should mix a well drainage soil of this ratio and move your fern in." You wrote the ingredients down.

"And I can find this at the plant store?" She asked, reading through what you wrote down.

"You should be able to find the components. But if you don't mind waiting, I can mix some for you to take home." You offered. Hearing that, she let out a sigh of relief and nodded her head excitedly. You went to your storage area to grab the different soil components that you need.

"Peat moss, sand and potting soil." You mixed the components into a bag, adding some fertiliser as well since the fern currently lacked essential nutrients.

"For two weeks, put two drops of this plant reviver into the soil even if you are not watering it." You handed her a small vial.

"Thank you. Actually, do you mind repotting it into the new soil for me? I'll pay you." She requested.

"Alright." You took the fern out and got rid of the old soil. You poured the new soil in, creating a well to put the fern in. After that, you loosely covered the roots with the soil.

"Done." You smiled, removing your gloves.

"Thank you. This is actually my mum's plant and I'm helping her take care of it. I know nothing about plants." She said in embarrassment.

"No worries, the plant should be fine from here. If there are anymore issues, you can come back." You chuckled and rang up her bill. She nodded and paid.

"Thanks again." She bowed and walked out of the shop. After that, you went back to preparing your orders. There were some pick ups today so you wanted to make sure that everything was in order for a smoother pick up.

"Hi, I'm here for a pick up?" A guy walked into the store.

"Sure, can I see your order number?" You asked. He showed you the confirmation email and went to retrieve his order. It was a flower box instead of a bouquet.

"Just make sure everything is okay for you before paying." You said, rounding the counter to the cashier.

"Do you mind changing the ribbons to pink too? She really likes pink." He requested.

"Of course." You grabbed the ribbon. With pink flowers, you wanted to add contrast with a different coloured bow but since he wants it to be pink, there was no issue with changing it.

"That's better. Thanks." He handed you his card.

"I wrote the congratulatory message as you stated in request email but if you'd like to write your own message. This is a spare card, on the house." You handed him the blank card.

"Thank you, I don't know what else to write but if I come up with something I'll add it." He rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. You hummed and rang up his bill, writing the invoice and handing him a copy, along with his credit card. With a grateful bow of his head, he left the shop.

Before you knew it, the clock hit 1pm, with customers coming in to buy, place advance orders or collect orders they've placed.

'Closed for lunch.'

You sat behind the counter with a tired sigh, taking out your lunch box. Your meals usually consisted of sandwiches or leftovers from dinner the night before.

Which was why Mrs Kim would usually come with food for you, always disapproving of how your eating habits.

RING!

"Sorry, we're closed at the moment." You said from behind the counter, not looking at the door. But you didn't hear the second ring of the door opening again so you stood up.

"Oh!" Your eyes widened in surprised as Hongjoong stood there, looking around the shop.

"Hongjoong sshi..." You blinked, maybe you were dreaming. Maybe your guilt was too much that the male was appearing in your dreams.

"Good afternoon, (y/n) sshi. Is this a bad time? Should I come back at another time?" He asked with a slight tilt of his head, fingers resting on the buttons of his blazer. You shook your head, reaching to get a tissue to wipe your mouth.

"It's fine. What can I help you with?" You came out from behind the counter to properly greet him. He patiently waited as you pulled a chair for him to sit.

"Please, would you like something to drink?" You offered.

"No, I'm fine. Actually, (y/n) sshi, I came to apologise for my reaction during my mother's funeral." He stood back up.

"What? There's nothing for you to apologise for, Hongjoong sshi. I should be the one apologising, I overstepped and said too much. It wasn't appropriate of me." You bowed deeply.

"You didn't overstep at all. Your intentions were good, I reacted poorly." He bowed back.

"No, you're grieving, it's normal." You smiled softly.

"Thank you for understanding." Hongjoong held his hand out but remembered that it was bandaged and cursed under his breath, hiding it and putting his other hand out for you to shake. If you were phased by his injury, you didn't show it. You smiled and slipped your hand into his to shake.

"I should go and let you carry on with your meal." He said once you both let go.

"No, it's fine. You can stay if you'd like." You smiled softly. He let out a small hum and continued to look around your shop, observing all the plants around.

"So, this is where my mother hung out?" He asked, picking up a stalk of rose from your work bench and twirling it.

"Sometimes... She would come for lunch or tea. We would just chat over food." You replied awkwardly.

How much were you supposed to say about Mrs Kim to her own son? You didn't want to sound like you were boasting about your time with her either, that wouldn't do any good.

"I see." He said, placing the flower back down.

"Hongjoong sshi..." You rubbed your arm, unsure of how to continue this conversation.

"Sorry for making you uncomfortable. Just... The truth is, you know a lot about my mother that I don't. You've spent time with her while I didn't so I can't help but feel curious. My relationship with her wasn't as good as she made it out of be." He informed.

"Oh. Hongjoong sshi, it's not my place to judge you or your relationship with Mrs Kim. Whatever relationship I had with her is vastly different from your own." You said.

"You're very kind, (y/n) sshi." He complimented. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

"I should go." He stood up.

"Wait before you go. Your bandage, do you want me to help you replace it?" You pointed. Hongjoong looked down and saw the blood beginning to seep through.

"It's fine, I shouldn't take up more of your time." He shook his head.

"Not at all. I can help if you'd like." You offered. With a soft sigh, Hongjoong sat back down.

"I'll go get my medical kit. Be right back." You told him and went to the back room to get what you needed. You also took a salve that you usually used for wound care.

"I'm not a doctor but I am first aid certified and I study medical plants in botany so you don't have to worry." You smiled and took a pair of cutters to cut away the bandages that Yeosang had wrapped around Hongjoong's hand. Hongjoong quietly observed you, not saying anything else while you focussed.

"I made this salve for wounds. It should help with soothing the wounds and healing." You explained, cleaning the blood.

"Do you always make your own medicine?" He asked.

"No, I just make simple stuff. I'm still learning." You giggled, tucking your hair behind your ear before applying a thin layer of the salve over the cuts and wounds.

"Does it hurt?" You looked up at him. He shook his head and you sighed in relief.

"You can bring that home with you to apply when you change bandages. I have some more." You explained.

"You do a better job than my brother." Hongjoong said after observing how you properly wrapped a new bandage around his hand and secured it in place.

"You should remove the bandage after 3 days to let the wounds breathe and dry." You said.

The entire time, you never once asked Hongjoong about how he got injured or acted differently. You treated it like any other scrapped knee and healed him. Usually, people would be scared or ask him how he got injured like that.

"Thanks." He looked at his newly bandaged hand.

"You're very welcome. If you see signs of infection or get a fever, go to a doctor." You advised. He nodded and took the small pot of salve, putting it into his pocket.

Will he use it? Probably not. But he saw how dedicated you were and for some reason, didn't want to disappoint you by not taking it.

"Bye, Hongjoong sshi. I'll see you around?" You blinked at your own words, uncertainty in your voice.

"Have a nice day, (y/n) sshi." He didn't address it, merely bowing his head and leaving your shop. You let out a long exhale, feeling like you've been holding your breath the entire time.

"Ah!" You suddenly remembered the silk handkerchief that you had washed and in your bag.

"Too distracted." You scratched your head and went to the counter to eat a few more bites of your lunch before you had to reopen.

You were not too bothered that you hadn't returned the handkerchief to Hongjoong. Even if you did feel guilty, you had an inkling that you would be seeing Hongjoong again soon. What ate at you more was how foreign Hongjoong spoke about his mother, like she was a stranger that he didn't know.

"Hongjoong, where are you?"

"I went out to run an errand, Seonghwa. Don't worry, I didn't drive. I got the driver." Hongjoong sighed, sinking into the backseat of the Rolls Royce he was in.

"I'm not worried about that. I just wanted to make sure you didn't do something dumb like blow up a building."

"Geez that happened ONCE, let it go... And I'm going to work, I have to go to my club." Hongjoong said, looking at his bandaged hand.

"You don't have to go back to work right away, Hongjoong. The boys and I can take over while you take a few days. You've needed to take a break for a while."

"I'm the leader of Ateez, Seonghwa. I don't need all of you to take over my work." Hongjoong replied.

"But..."

"Yes, my mother died. But sitting around isn't going to bring her back to life. I still have roles to fulfill, I'm not going to let anyone strike us just because I'm down. There are people counting on us, relying on us." He continued.

"Alright. Stay safe then, Hongjoong. I'll see you at the docks meeting at 5pm?"

"Yeah, thanks Seonghwa. I'll see you later." Hongjoong hummed and hung up. The car stopped before Hongjoong's club and the manager came out, opening the door for him.

"Good afternoon, Mr Kim." The manager bowed. The club wasn't open yet so Hongjoong could get some administrative work done.

"Get me a drink and come up to the office." Hongjoong said, walking into the club.

"Yes, sir." He bowed. Upon his entrance, all the workers stopped and bowed down to greet their boss This was the main club Hongjoong worked out of so they were used to seeing him around.

"Give me 10 minutes. No one is to enter." Hongjoong told the guard who stood by his office door.

"Yes, sir." The guard bowed.

Hongjoong entered his office and sat down in his chair. There were some things he needed to do and catch up on privately, without any interruptions. As the leader of Ateez, he had to keep track of the other Ateez members and their work, on top of his own. But the boys always did their work so it wasn't hard on him.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"S-Sir?" Hongjoong heard the timid voice of the club manager outside his door, making him look up from his phone where he was sending messages to Yunho.

"Has it been 10 minutes?" Hongjoong asked back, tucking his phone into his blazer pocket.

"Yes, sir." The male on the other side replied.

"Come in." Hongjoong said. The door opened and the male came in with his iPad and Hongjoong's whiskey in hand. Hongjoong nodded over to the chair and the manager bowed, taking a seat opposite him.

"Update me." Hongjoong took a sip of his drink. The manager began to update Hongjoong on the business.

"We have been thinking of letting our bartending apprentice go. He had been drinking on the job and getting drunk." He informed.

"Who?" Hongjoong leaned forward.

"This is his profile. The next page has some employee complaints and customer complaints that were logged." The manager informed, pulling up the ex employee's profile and handing it over to Hongjoong to look it over.

"I won't read this, let him go. I won't let anyone be caught lacking in my business. One complaint is as good as ten. Make him compensate for what alcohol he took." Hongjoong instructed.

"Of course, sir." The manager nodded, taking back the iPad and going through the other updates.

"Continue to manage necessary manpower and suppliers to the club. Revenue is still good." Hongjoong told him.

"I will. Thank you for giving me this responsibility, sir." The manager bowed from his seat.

"This is the list of VIPs coming. As usual, make sure they are well taken care of." Hongjoong slid over the list of VIP names and the dates that they would be coming.

"Of course." The manager folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

"You can go." With that, Hongjoong waved him off and he left. Hongjoong may seem cold and merciless but he treats his employees right, at least those that do their job well. He is a perfectionist and always wants the best, there shouldn't be anything that's lacking when it came to his business.

"Send Wooyoung and San for that private poker game. That's wheret they'll meet our informant." Hongjoong said to those that were in the group call.

"Oooh, I can get a new suit done." Wooyoung's focus and excitement was obviously on other things.

"What about the governor meeting that's coming up, hyung? Are you going with Seonghwa hyung?" Jongho asked.

"Seonghwa should go with Yunho. They know how to work the charm. Plus the governor's wife seems to favour Yunho." Hongjoong thought out loud, making the other laugh.

"No one can resist that face." Seonghwa chuckled.

"Yunho's ears just turned bright red." Yeosang informed and the others could hear Yunho's yell of protest in the background.

"Wait, what time is Seonghwa hyung and Hongjoong hyung settling the issue at the docks? I want to tag along, I could use some action. It'll be fun." Mingi asked.

"Oh! Me too! If Mingi's going, I want to go!" San agreed. Hongjoong could hear Seonghwa wanting to interject but it was ignored. Hongjoong and Seonghwa could never fight the younger ones, they were simply outnumbered.

"You guys always make a mess when you get involved... This time, call your own clean up crew." Seonghwa hissed.

"You gave in way too easily, Seonghwa ah." Hongjoong laughed and leaned back into his seat.

"I already have enough to think about. I have to pick my battles. Plus, if they can handle it for us, I won't risk getting blood on my new coat." Seonghwa said.

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I love watching youtube videos about tiktok and influencer drama, mainly because I'm completely disconnected from stuff like that (I have never watched an influencer video in my life) so it gives me the thrill of true crime without the tragedy exploitation aspect, but sometimes I also feel completely disconnected from the youtubers too?

Like every youtuber has to offer up a million disclaimers about how they aren't judging influencers or whatever and that's usually fine but like. I do feel that there ARE points where people need to be judged for the content they're sharing and promoting and profiting off of!

"I'm not judging tradwives or saying their content is bad—" I am!! I am absolutely judging tradwives! Extremely harshly! Because the entire "tradwife" movement is conservative propaganda based on misogynistic and patriarchal ideas about history with no basis in reality or in our modern world! And tradwife influencers explicitly target young women and especially teen girls and try to convince them to put their entire lives in the hands of their husbands, which is a horrific recipe for domestic abuse!

These women making hundreds of thousands of dollars off tiktok videos (and often coming from extremely wealthy families) are out here telling young girls that they don't need an education, that they don't need their own income, that if they're just pretty enough and obedient enough then they'll find a rich husband and never have to worry about anything ever and it's fucking scary! And I don't know why we are tolerating it!

We know what happens when people, especially women, give up complete control to their partners. We know what that leads to, resentment and extreme control and total lack of options when things go from totally fine to constant arguing to violence. These influencers, who ARE making extremely significant personal incomes from their jobs as influencers online, lie through their fucking teeth about how perfect it is that their husbands do everything for them and all they have to do is take care of the kids and home (with the help of nannies and housekeepers and personal chefs off-screen. . .) and about how they've escaped from capitalism, meanwhile the people actually in those situations who AREN'T making all that extra cash are either already in abusive relationships or they're in incredibly precarious positions where they could end up abused or thrown out with nothing in an instant.

I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting to be a homemaker or stay-at-home parent. I don't think it's wrong to not want to go to college or have a 9-5.

But you NEED options. You need full access to your own money that can't be monitored or controlled by a partner. You need access to a vehicle. You need a life outside of your home and family, especially friends who are willing and able to help you if needed. You need the ability to survive on your own in some way. Because if and when things go wrong in the relationship, THOSE are the things that will save your life.

Also remember that again, these tradwives DO have jobs and their jobs involve selling a fake lifestyle and fake ideals. They are getting paid BIG TIME for the shit they peddle to you, whether that's through the millions of views they get (both from genuine fans and from haters, the algorithm doesn't know or care about the difference) or the many sponsorships they get, they have incomes that they are not disclosing. They have help that they are not disclosing. Many of them started out with extreme wealth but lie through their teeth and cosplay as fucking homesteading peasants. It's all a lie to sell shit to you. Don't buy it.

Disclaimer: Please do not nitpick this post, it's very late and I'm ranting and if this leaves my circle of followers I will regret it deeply. Be nice. Tradwives dni, you're all annoying.

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webuydiamond · 2 years ago

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atomicpowered · 5 months ago

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So I watched Hazbin. Let the record show that I am not a hater unjustly or unduly. I will put in the effort to fully experience the thing people are dumping on to see if it's legitimate. I went in with as blind a mein as possible given that I am Online and dialed in to various goings on in my swamp. My curiosity finally got the better of me.

I know some of the background of the show and the creator of said show, I have heard rumblings from the edges of my dashes and things passing megafauna-like underneath me. These cries of 'worst fandom ever!!' are pretty overwrought for what, by my eyes, is the pretty standard slew of agitated bees that follows this kind of thing.

Before I get into some thoughts about the show I do know that there was some talk about people not being properly compensated for their work on the newest, hottest, invader zim animated television programme. I have heard various things about what vivziepop (might be spelling this wrong I'm on a fight and bored so I can't check) has done, what fans of this show are capable of blah, blah— I get it. When you've been around the loop of this stuff as long as I have you know what many fandoms and sole operators are capable of. By my metric these examples are all pretty bad. Not the worst but not the best either. Definitely stand out from the other fan based background radiation on websites and in real life.

But I'm gonna talk about only what I've directly seen (the amazon joint and youtube pilot) for both brevity and my sanity.

I sell at conventions for a living, I've done so for years and have also been at that long enough to see swells and ebbs of trends that match up with their digital counterparts. Hazbin is… special. Not often do you see merchants throwing table balance to the winds to have MULTIPLE Hazbin (Helluva thrown in there too they're basically the same thing) monocultures for what they are hawking. I get the drive behind it too, no shade, make your bag, sex sells, but I can't overstate how rare this is! Even during the heyday of Genshin (lessening now) you still had different properties orbiting the cash cow on your display. Nobody just brought one thing and one thing only.

Now, on to what I have to say about the show. I'm sure some of these points have been echoed by a pngtuber with crossed arms but I feel compelled to throw my two bits in.

The show is all together, not good. Not horrific (barring some specific instances), but firmly overwhelmingly mediocre.I watched all of it, including the pilot, and besides occasional drama crossing my dash didn't interact with it much beyond that until now. Now that I have, I am very confident with my pre-watch assertions I made based on spitballing what I saw represented on and off line. I'm good at this kinda thing, you see certain patterns emerge from the data and you can make some accurate generalizations no problem. I frequently withheld a question when I would see groups of 14 year olds in pinstripe suits looking at my prints at weeaboo united or whatever convention I was at that particular weekend. Why are kids watching this show?

I know Why kids are watching the show, Hazbin is made (probably unwittingly) to appeal to kids! This is a neutral statement, I'm not saying it was to entrap kids or anything like that. The kids are a side effect drawn to what Hazbin Is. Not a target.

The appeal comes from a few main points. The characters are all designed like babies' first OCs, they drip little details and playground style power layouts. (My mermaid tail is blue and rainbow and I can shoot lighting and I have a pet sea turtle so obviously it is good or better than your flame covered tail and psychic abilities.) They are all based on a template that is easy to replicate and iterate on with enough play in secondary characteristics to make a bonafide example of some prime Do Not Steal. (Think Sonic, My Little Pony, Homestuck.) This playbook of style is sugar on a kitchen floor to ants.

The characters all say and do stuff with no deeper implication or subtlety, conflicts are raised and finished in minutes if not at least by the end of the episode. They have large gestures, big emotions, little depth, and huge expressions. They are stage acting, and the flat compositions in the storyboarding and directing reflect that. They are tell and almost never show. They walk on the screen and go I'M SAD or I'M MAD with no real subtle work. Yes there's sex, drugs, and alcohol, but, like. Conceptually you easily have characters acting like they're in saturday morning cartoons.

The overacting is great when you're sakuga brained like I am but it is so all the time and in your face that it just ends up feeling like those twitter videos of 60fps interpolated anime openings. (God I fucking hate those things.) Every character is moving and talking and wiggling around so much that it's like parents trying to catch the attention of a crying baby with hastily jingled keys. Even the swearing and the depictions of the more devious acts are so… juvenile. Everything feels like a combination of boys talking in hushed giggles at the back of the bus and what you scribbled in the back of your history notes among the drawings of the best realistic eye you could put out at the time. Like I highly doubt any of the audience knows what 'bolivian marching powder' is or does. And I don't think its main writer does either? Like one of the characters is in high profile porn, like at least make his vice a designer drug? It's like when kids speculate on what it would be like to be white girl wasted with barely trying a sip of Mom's vodka out of the cabinet.

So you got the combo of these character designs which mirror every tumblr sexyman since the bronze age and a very paint by numbers barbie house of characters. Of COURSE it bags kids like fortnight und cola. But like, why are people in charge just letting this rock? Is more my question. Who is letting Timmy get at a new glossary of stuff to yell at his substitute teacher? Don't answer, this is rhetorical. I'm all for letting kids self select but I kinda worry about this one and what it's doing to the teens. I'm sure someone more willing to explore that has said smarter stuff than me. But what I can see is you have the volatile type of person (kid or not) who is attracted to what I just listed grappling with badly handled (fumbled most of the time, let's be honest) adult stuff. This is the recipe in how you get a fandom that acts like this one acts.

My next thoughts concern Concepts and Themes. The ones here of heaven and hell are just kinda skated over as set dressing. In fact everything in the show is more like the plato's allegory of shit to stand on. It's basic on basic. Hell being an alright bunch and heaven being snooty know it alls has been done, demons that are niceys has been done, even interpersonal relationships set with a backdrop of a home for wayward characters has been done. Like again color by numbers isn't BAD! Just because these things have all been done doesn't mean you can't learn from and uplift your own idea with what came before. In fact, when you're having trouble making something a quote always comes to mind.

Wholesale ripping a chunk out of red letter media here: "Now I need to explain that I don’t think that all movies," ((Shows for my use case)) "-should be the same, or conform to the same kind of structure, but it works well in certain kinda movies. So unless you’re the Coen Brothers, David Lynch, Paul Thomas Anderson, Stanley Kubrick, Alfred Hitchcock, Lars Von Trier, David Cronenberg, Gus Van Sant, Quentin Tarantino, John Waters, Wes Anderson, Sam Peckinpah, Terry Gilliam, Martin Scorsese, Werner Herzog, or Jim Jarmusch, you really shouldn’t stray away too far from this kind of formula."

It's clear that this show has its roots in musicals. (Not just in the presence of musical interludes, the talky bits too.) Musicals often are color by numbers stories that expertly perform these fundamentals. They are a perfectly cooked egg. Simple, but a test. If you can't do the basics you cannot be expected to deliver on anything more complicated! It's also obvious that Hazbin's nest was lined with disney musicals specifically. I have my qualms about disney, especially the disney of today, but that's not for right now. Disney by and large knows how to color in said book to the point that it's a formula, and if you can't study this formula to excel at the formulaic you kinda deserve the crit.

You have rules and lore set by your world and you don't follow through with anything, your plots all revolve around introducing the coolest character yet or making your favorites even cooler but not like. Actually. Exemplifying what the hell is going on. I know people here are going to counter that they didn't have time it was only a handful of episodes with no knowledge if they were gonna get more, but so much of the show is donated to bad dialogue that goes nowhere, points and facts that the audience knows that are reiterated half a dozen times for no reason. They had TONS of time.

While I'm on the subject of dialogue, the dialogue is one of the things that is not mediocre but straight up bad. I already listed why above but to cite a specific example of something I haven't touched on, dear god you cannot lampshade your own bad writing by having the characters calling it bad. It is Marvel style spandex is stupid and comics are silly am I right guys 'jokes'. This 'joke' happens at least three different times in vitro and it made me audibly groan every time.

I am not a musical person nor am I musically trained but many of the songs are lyrically poor, abruptly plonked into the narrative, unfitting compositionally or, uh, poorly sung.The cast of VAs is insane, (looking at you David) and also often badly vocally directed. They are trying their best with the script but I'm more talking about how they are mixed. I found it hard to understand what was being said much of the time due to technical failures. Guys like Keith David can phone in a performance and Sell it to me better than some of the other actors putting their foot into it and that juxtaposition is also a form of whiplash that the show excels in. Vaggie is probably the worst offender for not being able to pick up the slack in this regard.

The characters being over and somehow under done lies also in their designs and the style that the show wants. I could talk for days about how much I dislike the sticks with a bunch of junk hanging off of them type of look. Nightmare to animate, no good character variation. I didn't even know what some characters were supposed to BE or represent. Alistor is a deer? Charlie is a faun of some sort? Where? Huh?

Too much red!!!! Too much!!!!! Red backgrounds, red characters, everything is a MESS, this is one of the things that actually gets me mad. There are no values! Everything fades into visual noise, which when you pair it with the animation constantly gesticulating at you and everything being bolted on with spirit halloween leftovers makes a leaf and stick tornado. (Nitpicky as well but pick a line weight and color and stick with it.) When blue or yellow came on screen I would audibly shout in excitement.

Multiple characters have tophats. Stop.

I'm not going to go into what I would do to fix the plot or design documents, I know it's been done to death.

God, where was I, I think I'll just finish this off with thoughts about the characters and then open the floor to comments or questions. I don't mean to make this a proper essay.

Charlie: I really dislike her, she's a weak character that has the IM TELLING HOW IM FEELING AND HOW YOU, THE VIEWER, IS SUPPOSED TO FEEL disease bad. Her design is one of the worst. I don't root for her much! Which is bad because she's the main character and I'm at least supposed to feel for her?

The snake guy: He had an arc. He's probably the most endearing.

Angel dust: the pathos they tried with his story beats is ruined by whipping back and forth between irreverent and WAY too heavy handed. People cried? What? Also the pig showing up for its two appearances to sell irl plushies was bad. His back and forth with other characters is hard to watch, and his capitulation to be better both feels forced and confusing. I don't think they know what to do with him. Why is porn bad in hell.

Husk: hi keith david. Bad design so fucking busy. They scaled him back from the pilot and I still flinch thinking about those tie downs. Why is alcoholism bad in hell.

Tv guy: better episode time than most of the other characters to the point where I suspect multiple writers to have been put in the time out chair

Nifty: Gir redux but with none of the heart

Vaggie: they were going for a wholesome lesbian relationship or toxic codependency and managed to do neither well. She has the weakest vocal performance, the name thing is bad, I thought she was supposed to be based off an owl or bird of prey but apparently not?

Mimzy: why are you even here

Lucifer: design so bad he falls into the background when he should stand out THE MOST. No episode, saying you're depressed and estranged from your daughter isn't an emotive beat you have to Show that by doing things.

There's so much I could say about carmella, the overlords, the other V's, adam, heaven in general, the over-designed incidentals, the exorcists, but I'm TIRED.

Alistor.

Man. This fucking guy.

His ethos is one of the worst in that hes just dripping in conflicting ideas from toe to head. He's based off voodoo? He's the 'coolest' one?!?!? He's word salad. Eldritch, forest, radio, dapper, fox like, the teeth, the staff, the vocal filter, he's a deer????! cannibal chaotic neutral shadow manipulator play pretty. He takes valuable screen time from everyone to blow keyframes and my time in being the 'coolest' most bad ass for real bro made in a lab to clinch a demographic annoyance.

Where do you go when you die in hell? If you died in heaven do you go back there? Nobody tried to crack getting into heaven before? Expediting a culling six months when you do it every year isn't as punitive as it comes off, where are the steaks? Why does charlie care so much about hell? Where are 'her people'? Why does charlie know that heaven wants to quell an uprising? Why don't angels know they can be hurt? Why does Vaggie not know? Why aren't people in hell doing like. Actual for real bad things most of time? You have a whole town of cannibals, something that's pretty rare, but barely anyone on any kind of watch list. Why is Lucifer estranged when he's clearly just awkward and it gets better almost immediately? Why does charlie not know anything about her country despite living there?

Auhhhhgh okay I'm done, I'm done. Like I'm frustrated okay!!!

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GMMTV 2025 Part 1 Unhinged Tangent Thoughts

Well well well, here we go again. gmmtv the first horseman of the QL apocalypse has grace/curse us again with their presence. surely there would be something worth watching out of this branded trash fire. i will left that one het show out because i don't go there but lol, Nanon really is the last bastion for straight people huh? 🤣

รักแห่งสยาม (The Love of Siam) The Musical : i was 12 when this movie came out so i didn't watched it in theater, only catch it later online when i was in my late teen. tbh i didn't really liked it, i was knee deep in yaoi at that point so i found this movie to be a bit boring. let see how it goes but fornow... no comment.

Dare you to death ไขคดีเป็น เห็นคดีตาย : Eeh, not gonna lie i'm not feeling this one fams. joongdunk doesn't sold me as an actors that could do mystery well. i might be wrong but i'm putting this one for a maybe.

ไหนใครว่าพวกมันไม่ถูกกัน (Head 2 Head) : Only boo! did major disappointed me, and this one seems to be a basic BL so i'm not having much hope. but i still want to see how SeaKeen doing as an growing actors. i'm going to tune in for the first couple EPs then see how it goes.

Burnout Syndrome ภาวะรักคนหมดไฟ : They already got me at Off being naked, and a messy love triangle nonetheless yes plzzzz. glasses guy (i refuse to learn his name) need more workshop, he's too stiff and wooden to sell me on this messy romance he going to has with Gun.

คุณวาฬร้านชำ (Whale Store xoxo) : Its looks cute and i do like LoveMilk. another one in the show up for the couple first EPs pile.

Only Friends : Dream On : or as i dubbed Only Firends 2 These Homosexuals are about to get electrocute boogaloo. i refused to watch Only Friends season one and i will refuse this show again. .... will definitely show up for sex scenes that will get cut up an posts on twitter tho.

That Summer ผมเจอเจ้าชายบนชายหาด : NOPE! next one plz. jk this one seems boring and basic and i hate prince and princess story in thai media. cuz you know the la majeste law is a thing so they are always come from some imagined country and i just don't like that. this one goes to the never to maybe if i hear some buzz pile.

My Romance Scammer รักจริง หลังแต่ง : Sign me the fuck up! let gooo! i'm in a weddings mood and this one has Hot Ohm as a scammer and Dimple Fluke as a dumb himbo whose marriage someone after knowing them for a month. yessss! this show is specifically made for me and i will be seated! Mark and Junior also there i guess.

ความลับในบทเพลงที่บรรเลงไม่รู้จบ (Melody of Secrets) : this show is not really my style but forcebook is forcebook and i'm an easy whore. plus they did ripped my heart out in that ep of PP. i will be watching with caution cause let be real we have no faith in gmmtv to pull this kind of thing off :P

รักครูเท่าโลกเลย Love you teacher : *a loud voice of thousand people yelling Shame! Shame! in background, me tapping the mic : Perth might pull this one off y'all. LET ME COOK! hear me out hear me out this trailer is the first time that Perth feels like he understood the assignment. he looks grumpy and tired but also really in love with Santa's character. this is the first time that this boy made me feels things and i'm just happy for him. AND LET ME BE CLEAR i never read any age regression fics before in my life so this is not even in my trash turf. but idk, i feels thing and it's fluffy and nice. so i will be watching, plz don't judge me.

MU-TE-LUV โปรดใช้วิจารณญาณในการรักเธอ : uhhhhh i'll watch the kathoeys ep and that's it :P

เปย์รักด้วยแมวเลี้ยง (Cat for Cash) : i'm not a firstkhaotung boyie so idk seems like another basic one. another one to the maybe pile wooo!

Girl Rules กฎหลัก...ห้ามรักเธอ : Only Friends but for the girls, pass.

เปิดเทอมใหม่ หัวใจหัดรัก (Boys in love) : Basic highschool BL with PodPapang as a side in 4 couples show?!!? what sin did i commited huh!? gmmtv why are you doing me dirty like this. i will be watching it for the newbies and PodPapang but i will be holding a grudge the entire time.

ทำนายทายทัพ (My Magic Prophecy) : My babies are back!!! and Sea is swol, my, my. don't know what to think of it yet also wtf with all the tarot and fortune readings did someone at gmmtv is going through a divorce ??. anyway i'm a royal whore so i will be seated for this one.

หมาเห่าเครื่องบิน (A Dog and A Plane) : TAYNEW is back in a bl fucking finally!! this one seems promising with its plot and the comedy seems strong. poon also in this as a hussy and i can't be more stroke for my boy. i'm a bit worry about class disparity again cause the thai name of this show is "A dog barking at a plane" it's idiom that mean a lower class person pursuing someone out of their status. we got burned before with peaceful property so holding out hope that we'll not to going get burn again.

มีสติหน่อยคุณธีร์ (Me and Thee) : Phuwin doing comedy inner monologue?! You son of a bitch i'm in. although Fish upon the sky sucked ass in terms of plot imo it was one of the best BL comedy coming out of thailand in recent years and this show reminded me so much of that. at worst it going to be funny nonsense of a show, so what could possibly go wrong hehe (plz don't fuck this up gmmtv.)

WU : Oh hell no! this show is going to be a bromance i've learned my leason from PP and i will not going there again. its looks cool but i'm not doing it I CAN'T!

จาฤกรติชา (Memoir of Rati) : i'm not fan of period piece but this one seems angsty and queer. and maybe second time's the charm for greatinn. they also uses a cheap trick of Great's oilly naked body to lure us in like the siren song of abs and sadly that worked for me 😅

Ticket To Heaven เด็กชายไม่ไปสวรรค์ : G4 are not in a cutesy BL Wowoh! i really like the trailer for this one. the thai name for this show is "Boys/Boy don't goes to heaven" and it's make me get all the feels. i'm intrigued and excited for this one the most cause this one doesn't feels like a typical gmmtv show and against all odd i will hope they could deliver.

Welp let see, i'm excited for 5 out of what 20 shows?? oohh boy gmmtv really in the we throwing things untill something stick era ain't they. i think i'm in the more hopeful side of people whose has been burned by gmmtv. so i'm really hoping that the more unique shows that they got would actually turn out great cause despite what i've said lately about Thai BL, i'm very passionate about them and want to see them do well. i want to see Thai BL and Thai media in general to be someday be recognized on the global level, and gmmtv with all it woes is still the leading voice in this industry. i want them to learns and grow out of this idol manufacturer mindset, which maybe a wishful thinking but i'm still going to be holding up hope for a better days for Thai BL. any fucking way don't fuck Ticket To Heaven up gmmtv or i will be doing cursing ritual on you!

#gmmtv 2025 #upcoming bl #thai bl #dumb boy unhinged thoughts #multi bl #bl drama

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sincerely-astra · 4 months ago

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Could you please do Hifumi Yamada X Trans-boy!Reader? (☁️) ^^

☁️Hifumi Yamada x Trans-Male Reader☁️

It all started at none other than an anime con, the breeding ground for artists, fanfic writers, merch creators, and anime fans alike.

Really though, the only reason you were at this particular con today was because your friend had begged you to come with them... Spouting some nonsense like you need to get out more and be "socialized", whatever that meant. So, being the great friend you are, you went with them begrudgingly and to your surprise, it was actually pretty fun! Whether you watch anime religiously, are only a casual enjoyer, or flat-out don't like it, you could still find fun in every corner of that place, there is always something for you to do.

As cons go though, you eventually lose your friend in the sea of people. You also wanted to leave soon, which required you to find them. They weren't answering your texts nor were they picking up your calls so you had to just walk around mindlessly, hoping to spot them. The best timewaster, I'm sure.

Walking around the artist alley was at least some alleviation from your growing headache as you got to see lots of cool artists! While walking though, you began to notice a rather large line of people lining up at a singular booth... In fact, the line was so large that you honestly had trouble figuring out what it was they were lining up for, only getting any information from passing conversations about some writing and a "Princess Piggles." You had to admit though, you were curious, so with time to kill until your friend answers you and some spare cash in your pocket, you make your way back to the end of the line to hopefully get a glimpse at what this particular artist was selling.

...And boy, what a long line that was. You had almost given up on three separate occasions only to just stay in line after figuring that you were too deep into it to leave now. It took a solid hour to finally make it to the front and apparently, you were the last person to do so as no one was behind you. Finally being able to see what you were probably paying for, you looked ahead and saw a booth with a ton of different books stacked on it, presumably a manga or something of the sort. Behind that booth though was a man with brown hair, glasses, chubby, and wearing a shirt with a pink-haired anime girl on it.

"Welcome to the one and only booth of the famous Alpha and Omega! Or Hifumi Yamada if you prefer, how many editions of my fanfic, "Princess Piggles and the Quest for the Crown" will you be buying today?" "...Oh, that's what this is?" "....Of course that's what this is! Are you mocking my work or something!?"

Yeah, it took a moment for you to even process the fact that he was selling fanfiction in an artist alley and the fact that, that many people wanted to buy it. No disrespect to the guy, but you have never heard of a fanfic creator becoming that popular... It just took you off guard. Still, keeping your word and getting past all the initial confusion from both you and Hifumi, you did end up buying one of the copies. You even got to talking with Hifumi (no, you will not be calling him the alpha and the omega for your own sanity) and he honestly did seem to be too bad after you cleared up the misconception from earlier.

Admittedly, he was still a bit skeptical of your intentions but that's just how he is with everyone, so there's no true malice behind it.

Hifumi didn't think too much of you at first, it was nice talking to someone who wasn't the five online friends he regularly chats to about Princess Piggles and other anime, but it wasn't like you automatically became besties or anything.

Not to mention, this was just one meeting at a con and you both didn't exchange socials, so it's unlikely you'll meet again...

Yeah, unlikely doesn't mean it won't actually happen. It was no later than a few weeks later when you two met up again at another con. And then you saw him at another one and another one... You both went to a lot of cons apparently.

You two didn't go up to each other outside of the booth, but you would go up to his booth and buy whatever new edition of his fanfic was out as well as chat for a bit.

You kind of felt like a regular customer with how often you were seeing and buying his stuff. Though truth be told, you were more there just to chat with the guy since, well, why not? It's not often you keep meeting up with the same person at different cons completely unplanned, it had to mean something right?

Hifumi also didn't mind the company, you both actually got to know each other a little better and learned things about each other's personal lives. You learned he had a sister, that he occasionally likes karaoke, he likes diet coke, etc.

Gonna be honest, Hifumi was completely oblivious to the signs that you were trans at first...

He's never had many friends to begin with, much less female or trans ones, so any sign that could have given you away is completely lost on him. The only thing that he noticed was that you were a little more tomboyish than the usual girls he runs into, but even that's subjective with each girl.

Your acquaintanceship had been growing pretty rapidly ever since you two first met and a friendship was quickly blooming.

The catalyst for it of course is the fact that you two finally decided to exchange numbers!

Outside of cons, you would text each other pretty frequently between school, work, and what have you. Hifumi was pretty great at making you laugh, not to mention his seamlessly endless supply of memes he had for every occasion, it wasn't hard to start actively seeking out his presence through the phone.

He would give you sneak peeks on new editions of his fanfics and you'd give him whatever critiques you could find on the previous ones, which there weren't that many of considering he was a really good writer.

You did try to lean into the fact that you were trans a few times in conversations, mainly because it was giving you bad dysphoria being referred to as Miss and other feminine attributes all the time...

He still didn't quite pick it up though.

Though, if you tell him to stop calling you miss, he will stop! So, it's a small victory.

A big perk of having Hifumi as a friend is that he will draw for you, be it your OC's or just something from your favorite shows, movies, games, etc., he loves surprising you with them.

While being his friend, please also do the world a small favor and try to make him calm down a bit... Especially his attitude towards women.

The world thanks you for your service.

He will be yapping to you about Princess Piggles, no questions asked. He also makes fun of you for not being as invested in it as he is, but it's all in good fun.

Please feed him some actual food, Hifumi hasn't eaten anything other than snacks and junk for the past few years, he needs this-

If you ever ask Hifumi if you can burrow his clothes (because they are more oversized and more masculine than what your wardrobe), it's gonna be a hesitant yes, not because there's a problem with you burrowing them but because he only has so many clothes that actually fit him... He really hates clothes shopping.

Hifumi's talent, no matter what others might say, is impressive.

He brings the worlds he loves to real life, spreading the joys of such creations to anyone who will listen. Although entertainment is not something incredibly useful like medicine or martial arts, it is still a pillar in people's lives.

He wishes more people would realize that...

Weirdly enough, Hifumi, I headcanon Hifumi to be a germaphobe. He will ask you to sanitize your hands anytime you come over and wash them at least five more times before touching anything.

Hifumi is also not judgy, like, at all. He might be in denial of most things, but he is very aware that others find his talent and passions weird so he never really feels like he has room to judge anyone else.

There comes a point in your friendship when Hifumi actually does start to pick up on the clues that you're trans and it surprises him that it took this long for him to realize anything- Although he doesn't exactly know you trans, he does find it weird how often you cover your body up, how you try hard to speak in a more monotone voice, the way you avoided mirrors, all of these signs that started to concern him.

He didn't want to push you to talk to him about it, he valued your friendship too much to lose it by him being stupid. (He might also have a teeny tiny crush on you but whattt-)

Hifumi Yamada is not that impatient..., but god is it hard to not blurt out all his questions the more stuff he notices. Look, he does feel bad, but also, he really wants to know, like, now! :'(

That's why when you eventually come out to him, his first reaction is a sigh of relief... He is now in the know. Don't worry though, cause his second reaction is to be immensely supportive, scooping you into a hug and saying whatever he thinks sounds right in the moment. He really just wants you to be you and be comfortable being you with him, please know he cares about you so much and you're welcome to tell him anything!

With coming out, out of the way, Hifumi's behavior and actions don't actually change much from before coming out- He's never treated you one way or the other before, so why start now? He does try to be considerate of things that might give you dysphoria though and he will give you gender-affirming items like binders if need be. Trust him, his fanfics have made quite the market so he's not afraid to spend a couple bucks on you.

The transphobes better beware too, cause Hifumi will go after them in online and real life! No transphobe will be getting passed him, not to you or any other trans person he sees getting harrassed.

You two have a ton of over-the-phone movie nights together when either of you for whatever reason can't go over to the other house. The only thing is though that Hifumi will be picking the most obscure anime movies to watch or something with Princess Piggles, so you might be suffering through it all the whole time.

Hifumi absolutely hates horror since he gets freaked out quite easily, so horror movies, games, and what have you are all banned.

Now, Hifumi has had a... small crush on you for quite a while now. (Who's he kidding? Dude is literally head over heels for you.)

But he's always been kind of in denial about it since you are friends and he rather die than lose his one irl friend. Plus, there's no way on earth you would like someone like him... He's well aware of how he is and he sees no reason for you to like him.

Hifumi is in pretty good denial about his feelings towards you due to his own insecurities and the risk of jeopardizing your relationship over something that will totally go away in like a week. But as time passes and his feelings just get stronger and stronger instead of disappearing like he wished they would, he knew he was eventually gonna crack... He was not good with these kinds of things and it was pretty clear to you that something was bothering him every time you came over. It was written all over his face... and his sweaty palms.

He tries to keep his cool anytime he's around you, he talks about Princess Piggles and all his other interests, but suddenly, mid-way through talking, none of his passions seem so interesting when you are in front of him...

God, he can't believe he's allowing himself to love someone that isn't 2D... May Princess Piggles forgive him for this but he can't keep in his love for you any longer.

When he finally feels ready to confess after months of staying in this awkward crush phase, he is determined to confess in the most formal, romantic way he can think of.

He gets you both a reservation at a nice restaurant, telling you it was just to celebrate your friendiversary (which conveniently was coming up,) and he gets everything prepared for that day. He rents himself a nice tux, buys flowers, and tries his best to emotionally prepare himself so he doesn't break down through dinner from his nerves.

It was going to be perfect, he's seen countless anime scenes where this very thing happens, surely it won't be that much different in real life, right?

On a cool Sunday night, you both meet up at said restaurant all dressed up and fancy, ready to have a nice time. While walking in with Hifumi and sitting at a table, it wasn't hard to see that something was bothering him... You didn't mention it right then, but he was jittery and nervous throughout the whole meal, completely unlike himself. Sure, he was talking and joking like normal, but there was always this tension coming from him that made you raise an eyebrow... Hifumi himself wasn't feeling great about it either, mentally cursing himself for still being so nervous even after all those hours spent preparing for this very moment. It didn't help that he was kind of overstimulated at the moment with all the bright lights, his stuffy tux, the new foods, and everything else that was making this night a lot harder than he wanted it to be.

Hifumi practically ran out of his seat once dinner was over and he paid the bill, saying that there's this nice scenic spot he wants to take you to. Said spot being a gorgeous, secluded spot, right along the beach, the moonlight reflecting off the water's surface finally get the chance to ask Hifumi what was wrong, a question that had been on your mind ever since you saw him. Hifumi took a deep breath... and finally was able to tell you how he felt!

Except that you couldn't understand a word he said due to how fast he was speaking- It took a few more times of him saying the same thing over and over for him to finally slow down and let the words, "I love you!" Leave his mouth.

His heart was pounding as his ears rang, the silence between you two making him really want to take everything he just said back even if he knew he couldn't...

He's glad for that as well since not even a second later after that thought passed through his mind, you accepted his confession. You accepted him.

Hifumi can be kind of touchy when in a relationship since he's been so touch-starved all his life, he needs to make up for all that lost time!

One of the biggest changes in his life since getting into a relationship with you is the fact that his Princess Piggles obsession has simmered down drastically-

Also, he's a lot more active and social now since you two go out a lot on dates or just hang out. However, his favorite moments are still the ones where you two just laze about watching movies at home.

He pretty much kisses the ground you walk on, no joke. Hifumi just never thought real love would ever come to him, much less with someone who is 3D, so he wants to make sure he treats you right!

He is still a very active supporter of your identity, arguably even more so now that he's in a relationship with you. He is always staying informed with the trans community and still tries his best to make you comfortable wherever you both are.

Seriously, Hifumi does not understand transphobes... Like, how can you hate something that doesn't even mildly affect you or hurt anyone?? He's so confused.

Hifumi could really care less if you want to fully transition or not, whatever you want to do is none of his business and he supports whatever route you take. If you do wish to medically transition though, he will be paying for your surgeries and medications since he wants to help out in any way he can. :)

He loves getting you any kind of trans pride items that he can find, like pins and shirts. He also gets some ally pins pins for himself.

Please let him drag you to every con he goes to, he needs your support while he talks to so many people who don't know Princess Piggles like he does! :'(

He also will take breaks with you though and go around actually exploring the con and probably spending way too much money on other stalls at the artist alley-

Whenever he's doing art warmups, his favorite thing to sketch out is you.

A/N: I am not going to lie, I was surprised to see a request for Hifumi since people usually tend to dislike him. I quite enjoyed writing this though, he deserves some more attention. :)

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msookyspooky · 2 years ago

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Part 11

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You and Kirby stood off on the sidelines. You admitted it was one hell of a daze. Just no other thought in your head right now. There was no other way to put it…You were in shock. It felt like you were dissociating from reality for a little bit here and there. Just spacing out as if time itself stood still while everyone rushed around you.

A loud noise snapped you out of it. You faded back into reality as you saw Gale getting hauled into the back of an ambulance as the doors slammed shut. Blinking repeatedly as you saw Dewey a few feet away wiping his face and adjusting his hat while talking to Deputy Hicks.

He locked eyes with you and walked towards you and Kirby with a frown.

Silence stretched on as no one knew what to say right now. He glanced between you both. "...Can you um…Give us a minute, Kirby? You're free to go if you'd like…You want me to call a relative to pick you up?" He drew out with a somber tone.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, sure." Kirby stood up fully. "No, it's fine. My parents are out of town…See you around YN." She awkwardly gave a tight lipped forced smile to you both before it quickly turned to a frown. "I'm sorry…For what happened. Mr. Meeks was…Randy Meeks was great." She offered her condolences before releasing a breath and leaving the awkward silence hanging in the air.

You swallowed but nodded to her with your head tilted back. You sat against the barn on a straw bale as Dewey glanced down at you. He opened his mouth to speak but relented. Thinking long and hard before telling you. "YN…What happened? How did…How did you two get seperated? How exactly did it happen?"

You frowned deeply, your voice croaking out tiredly. "...We just did."

You couldn't tell Dewey anything. It wouldn't help anyways…It's not like it wasn't possible that Billy and Stu did this to keep Randy from talking. In fact, you thought it was plausible. Kill Randy for talking, kill Gale because either she saw something or recorded them…But the webcam? Again, not impossible. You hadn't seen the two murderers in a decade. Billy could be selling snuff films for cash or Stu was trying to be famous again now that acting wasn't working for all you know. However, it didn't fit. It didn't feel whole and it didn't feel right. It felt like an easy 'who done it?'. This was a franchise. It didn't matter what those teens said, if Randy said it was a franchise then by God, it's a franchise. And franchises aren't that cut and dry.

No…Whoever did this has a social media presence, a camera, an audience and knew this barn. And you knew the two fuckfaces that fit the bill. You glared at nothing in particular as your mind raced.

Dewey sighed heavily and took off his hat for a moment. "YN…Are you sure there wasn't something? A disagreement or argument-"

You looked up and interrupted Dewey. " Kirby told you. We got separated when I went to look for Gale and Randy tried looking for his phone in the main barn. The 'why' doesn't matter as much as the 'who' does... Charlie Walker and Robbie Mercer. That's who did this." You hissed out their names through your teeth.

Dewey tilted his head. "...Why them?"

"Isn't it obvious? They hosted the party during a murder spree and they have an audience online." You grumbled. Shorter with Dewey than usual…Then, sighing deeply and letting your shoulders sag as the situation was feeling less like a nightmare and more a reality. "They killed Randy, Dewey…I know they did." You whispered as tears filled your eyes once more whether you wanted them to or not.

Dewey rolled his lip before throwing his hat with a tiny outburst of hopeless anger. It wasn't like him but then again you both had someone very important to you both killed and saw his corpse in a horrible way that you knew was gonna provide nightmares for years to come for the both of you…Your group of 4 had been safe with a few close calls for 15 years but it looks like your luck has finally running out.

You watched as he picked his hat back up and held it again, leaning his forearm on the barn and looking away from you deep in thought.

"...You're not staying here." He suddenly blurted out. You blinked at him as he turned to you with a determined look. "YN, I'm bending the rules and escorting you to a safe house somewhere. Even if I have to drive you there myself. You are not staying in Woodsboro one more night."

The tears in your eyes spilled. "It's about fucking time! If you would have…" You cut yourself off. Putting a hand over your mouth gently to halt that sentence as you hang your head. "Sorry."

Was it true? Yeah, it was. That if Dewey would've done this for you and Randy from the get go; Randy would still be alive. But you knew blaming each other wasn't going to accomplish anything right now.

Dewey stared at you before putting his hat back on and helping you up. "Come on. I failed you guys once, I'm not doing it again. You're going to be safe tonight, YN. I promise."

He took you to a police car with Judy Hicks in the driver's seat.

You hesitated getting in and gave him a confused look. "Wait, we're not taking your car?"

"YN, I gotta go to the hospital. Gale…She needs me. I'm having my Deputies collect as much evidence as they can here and at the Hospital I'm…I gotta see my wife." He opened the back door for you as you got inside.

"But…Someone's…Someone has to call his wife and family…Someone…" Your voice cracked before trailing off to a whisper as you sat in the backseat.

Dewey gave you a remorseful look but leaned in the backseat to whisper to you. "I will do that at the Hospital or on my way…I promise. Deputy Hicks is taking you to Randy's house to collect your things and then I'll keep you by my side all night till I can get you to a safe house later. You'll be safe with Hicks, she's a good Deputy and I'll be in contact with her the entire time."

You frowned but nodded before it tumbled out of you with a crack to your voice. Repeating it because it felt so…Urgent. "Dewey, but Karla and Martha and-"

He shhed you softly. "...I know…I'll make that call when I get to the Hospital, YN. I will."

He reached over the seat and hugged you and you eagerly hugged him back…Deja vu of when you were leaving Woodsboro flooded your mind 15 years prior or in the hospital together crying over Tatum. Despite your resentment over how he handled this case; you both needed this hug. You both needed some fucking comfort in this sick, sad situation.

He let you go, tears in his eyes as he offered you a smile. He sniffed while shutting your car door for you before pinching his nose and clearing his throat. Walking to Judy's driver window and telling her in a commanding voice. "Deputy Hicks, I want you to watch YN while I take care of things at the Hospital. You both stay at the Meeks Residence until either I call you or I get there. That's an order, Deputy."

Judy nodded firmly. "Understood, Sheriff Riley. Sir. She's in good hands."

Dewey looked back at you in the back of the squad car with a sad smile. "I'll see you soon, YN. I'll protect you, everyone on the force will." He patted the car a few times and walked away. You saw him hang his head, shoulders squared, trying so hard to be a good leader and keep it together.

Your eyes caught sight of them lowering Randy's body from the barn in the rearview mirror and you covered your mouth and looked away. That sick feeling in your stomach never leaves.

Judy gave you a sympathetic look as she drove. "Miss YN, I'm really sorry about your loss. He was one of the good guys."

You forced a sad frown and nodded. "Yeah…Yeah, he was."

Judy spoke up again after a few moments of awkward silence driving down the dark isolated road. "You know, it's not much but when my Grandma died I was devastated. I didn't eat or drink for days and just stayed in my room crying but then I went to some meetings at a church and they helped. Hearing other people's grief and seeing so much hope and faith really helped."

You weren't hardly listening to her but nodded. She just drove and drove, making small talk as you stayed relatively silent. Everything is going through your head. What if you wouldn't have followed Billy and just forced him to call you about it later? What if you would've stopped talking to them 2 minutes earlier than what you did? What if you would have openly just told Randy that 'Yes, you were seeing someone' just so he would leave the barn and you both would have argued about it in the car? What if he just kept driving like you surmised he did and never came back for you? His car was parked like it was in a hurry. Like he was gonna leave but came back…Why? Why couldn't he just leave? Thousands of questions with no answer just ran through your tired mind. You were so spaced out you could've been broadsided by a semi right now and not known it.

Eventually you caught yourself getting spacey and shook your head trying to clear your thoughts. Wiping at your teary eyes as you reminded yourself; 'you need to be aware right now'.

Eventually, you entered the small inner town limits of Woodsboro…You guys passed a streetlight as you got into town. The lights illuminated the inside of the car every time you passed one…And something eventually caught your eye. You saw on Judy's uniform, right on the pant leg, was a few dark marks.

Your eyes hyper focused on it, scrunching your brows before you saw it again under another light near a stop sign…Blood. Dark red blood drops.

You stared, eyes darting between the marks and her face you saw in the mirror before you finally asked her. "Is that blood?"

She looked taken aback at first. Looking at you in the mirror as your eyes locked before looking down at her pants with a smirk. "Oh, yeah. Paper cut down at the office while filing reports." She showed a supposed cut on her finger you couldn't see in the dark as the car moved away from the street light again.

You stared at the back of her head.

That suspicious sinking feeling creeping in you. You were trapped in this police car. It was Detective Richard's and Andrew's attack from Mickey all over again…Your hand slowly and subtly 'adjusted' your pant leg where your gun was hidden…After all, they didn't frisk you for weapons because you weren't arrested. This was the equivalent of a friend of a friend giving you a ride; it just so happened to be a cop.

You put your hand back in your lap when she asked you. "So, do you like all those scary movies YN?"

"...What?"

"Just, spooky season is around the corner and that Stab party…So, do you like them?"

You stared. "...Yes."

She smiled. "Really? What's your favorite?"

You bit your inner cheek as a chill ran down your spine. "Um…I don't know."

She paused before smiling sheepishly as she continued. "Oh sorry, not the time. I just know Mr. Meeks seemed to enjoy them and I was trying to make small talk. I visited his movie store a few times. I personally prefer musicals myself. I hate seeing bad stuff happen to people." She sighed. "Forget I said anything. Dumb conversation starter."

You just stared a moment longer before looking out the window. Not feeling safe or comfortable with anyone after what happened tonight.

When you saw Randy's house come into view, it felt like a God send to get out of the car but also sad and depressing.

The one cops squad car was across the street down the block at Jill's as Judy helped open your door. She scoffed and shook her head. "Look at them sleeping on the job." She tsked before turning to you. "Okay, let me go in the house first and then once it's clear you can get your things and I can go over there and reprimand those two."

You forced a smile, happy to be out of the confines of a cop car that you couldn't open from the inside as you stood on the sidewalk. "Don't worry about it. I can protect myself. "

"Do you have a weapon? A gun more specifically?"

You hesitated but realized she probably heard it or saw a report or something with you shooting at Ghostface in the barn.

"Yes. I have a license."

She gave you a cringing look. "About that, YN…I'm gonna have to confiscate that weapon for your own safety."

….

You stared at her and cracked a disbelieving smirk followed by a nervous chuckling. "What? What do you mean?" You swore you didn't hear her correctly.

"I can't let you have a weapon in your current state of mind. Sheriff Riley's orders."

You felt your smirk drop into a stern glare. "...Then I want to hear it from Sheriff Riley's mouth."

She rested her hands on her hips near her belt. "YN, please. You saw something very awful that has you on suicide watch especially with your past…In and out of therapy, the PTSD you suffer. We're just looking out for you…And…Homicide watch right now after how you reacted at the crime scene. You're a danger to yourself and others."

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" You felt your blood run hot. "Like hell I'm giving you my weapon at a time like this!"

"You had an outburst and tried to swing on a minor earlier-"

You interrupted her. "And he fucking deserved it too!" You yelled, voice rising at how panicked and furious you were. "If I wanted to kill him, I would've got my gun out and started blasting bullets, Judy."

She gave you a frustrated look, releasing a sigh. "YN, I'm just following orders."

"Are you?" It came out without even thinking.

"What do you mean by that, Miss YN?"

You glared at her. The blood on her pants, her showing up randomly every time something happens, now this. You didn't answer her.

Judy raised a brow. "...YN, either you give it to me or I take it by force as an officer of the law. You are not in the right state of mind to own a deadly weapon at this time. Even if I'm there; you could harm me and then yourself before I can apprehend it."

"Yeah, the cops are the only ones allowed to defend themselves, right? It's every horror movie it seems…" I grumbled under your breath with a disbelieving wry little smirk all before growing serious again and looking at her. "Deputy…You would actually take my only form of defense away when there's a murderer after us?"

She reasoned. "You are protected, YN! You have an officer with you at all times to handle a situation like that. I'm here, aren't I?"

Your mouth twisted as your tongue pushed against your cheek. You anxiously tapped your foot against the pavement as you finally wanted to call her bluff. "Call Dewey. I am NOT giving my gun up with a murderer on the loose until you do." You got out your phone. "Or better yet, I'll call him."

You could tell she was annoyed at you 'questioning her authority' and you truly didn't give a shit right now.

It rang and rang before going to voice-mail. You hit re-dial and it did it again.

"Something is wrong. Okay, I'm not giving you the gun until I hear it from Dewey! I'm not!" You spat out.

Judy huffed…But used her walky on her shoulder and spoke into it.

You waited and heard Dewey's voice reply back in police codes.

"10-97. Permission to confiscate YN's weapon in the case of 10-56A?"

You waited, a pause on the line before Dewey voiced back on the walky. "...Yes, if she's a danger then proceed."

"10-4, Sir."

You may not know the police code but you knew what that meant. You instantly yelled while he was talking. "DEWEY! CALL ME! HEY-

Judy shut it off. "YN, he's visiting his wife in the hospital. Now, there's no issue with me confiscating your weapon until further notice!"

Judy demanded and gave you a mild glare.

"...No. He said IF she's a danger I'm guessing to you or herself. I'm not." You firmly said. "You can't fucking do this! If I'm in your line of vision then what the fuck does it matter-"

"It does matter because you can also be a danger to me. Now, I'm asking you one more time as an authority to hand over your weapon or I'll confiscate it."

Oh was it ever on the tip of your tongue to tell her off and let her know you knew EXACTLY why Gale didn't like her. Why? Well right now because she was an overstepping ass kisser to Dewey but you relented as she came forward.

"If you resist we can easily have you detained at the jail till Sheriff Riley calls to transport you to a Safehouse."

You glared at her. Debating but…What choice did you have? It wasn't like you were gonna kill her or be able to run. But you still faltered. She gave you a look before forcing you to face the car as you protested before she frisked you.

"Hey!" You yelled, jerking out of instinct before she forced you to spread your feet apart and your hands on the vehicle.

She said nothing as she frisked you…And found the revolver Dewey gave you that you had hidden on your leg.

Judy tsked. "YN…Why are you acting like a common criminal by resisting? With your status too…You should have more faith in Sheriff Riley."

You jerked away from her with a sneer. "Well excuse me, Deputy…But when you've dealt with what I've dealt with and had every cop except a handful make the situation 10 times worse and put your life in danger over their ego; you'd be thinking like a criminal too. Especially to survive…And my relationship and 'faith' in a guy I've known since I was 17, is my goddamn business."

You were so scared you were angry. Angry at Dewey and how 'lawful' he had become, angry at Judy for thinking that badge made her Dewey's special little helper, angry at the fact you had to go home alone without your best friend, angry at Billy and Stu for half ass getting you in this situation by not listening when you told them not to come to the barn even if you were guilty of it too, angry at yourself for getting caught by Randy…But most of all; you were angry at Ghostface.

You watched helplessly as Judy confiscated your weapon and put it in the locked police car. You glared and felt like crying. This felt like a death sentence facing off Ghostface tonight with no weapon. You didn't even have mace! You gave that to Randy and now it was probably in some baggy as evidence…All you had was a thin concealed knife in the inside lining of your boot you specifically made for this type of situation. You could never be too careful with the life you were forced to live and you were definitely not telling Judy. If she didn't check it; it was your secret. You wished you had two guns with you…You would've gave the second to Randy and he'd probably still be here.

You stood on the porch as you both made your way to the house. Letting her draw out her gun and go through the house before she gave you the okay to go inside.

You walked in with your whole body tense. You felt your brows furrowed and your jaw tight as you took everything in…A burn in your throat as you saw the blanket Randy used on the chair he sat in a few hours prior to all this with the same show you all watched replaying itself.

Judy saw your expression and nodded. "I'll…I'll check the perimeter outside. Stay here."

You barely heard her as she left. Your eyes burned a bit and that deep heartache pained your chest…What if you and him would've stayed? Gave him your mace and a knife and just faced off any killer that may try to enter? But Randy was so damn persistent on saving Kirby…You swore, if Kirby was the killer; you'd be devastated if Randy died saving the one that killed him.

You shut your eyes, swallowing hard at the image of his body hanging from the barn. His blue eyes were usually full of mirth, completely dead and unfocused as his body turned ever so slowly with the rope around his neck. That image would haunt you just like Mark's or Andrew and Richard's or Derek or Tatum and Sidney…As horrifying as Tatum's was? Randy felt ten times worse.

You moved through the house, debating if you should be the one to call Karla despite what Dewey said but you just couldn't. You couldn't even say his name right now without your voice cracking…Just…The idea a few hours prior you were both talking and joking and now he's gone forever.

You ventured through the hall and you just naturally went to his kids room…All the twins' stuff decorating the walls or scattered on the floor. The unwanted thought of their reaction to their Dad's death did it for you.

You sat on the edge of Chad's bed with your face in your hands. Releasing a shaky breath as you silently cried…You wanted to wail but it was like you couldn't. Like you were still in so much shock over what happened it wasn't fully hitting you yet but just the idea of the twins growing up without him made you sick. Knowing your last conversation with him was him feeling so betrayed he didn't want you as their Godmother anymore made it worse.

In a moment of frustration you grabbed a nearby stuffed animal and threw it. "Damn it! Fucking arguments!...Just like at Windsor. I should've known. I should've followed him whether he liked it or not." You mumbled to yourself before feeling guilt well up at throwing a stuffed animal that was something of Mindy or Chad's. You got up and picked it up…Looking down at its happy face as your lip wobbled and tears welled up in your eyes. You hugged it close to your chest. "...I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." You were apologizing to Randy, to Mindy and Chad, to Karla…To Mark, to Derek, to Tatum, to Sidney, to your family…To yourself…

You stood there a moment holding the stuffed animal close..Life had been shit since you were 18. You'd give anything to be 17 again, fresh in Woodsboro and blissfully ignorant of any ill intent on Billy and Stu's part…Maybe even your life before even moving to Woodsboro…

And one of the only good things to come from all this was gone and he was never coming back.

You cried more, holding it close before jerking up to hear Judy enter the room. Gun drawn.

You froze a moment before she gestured to you. "Somethings wrong. I need to go across the street and for you to stay right here, understand?"

"What? What's wrong?" You quickly wiped your eyes and tossed the stuffed animal back on the bed.

Judy didn't answer, just rushing out the hall as you followed. "Stay here!"

You huffed in some annoyance at a cop that at worse probably dealt with a drugged out theif or domestic dispute telling you, the survivor of 3 homicides, what to do in this situation.

You watched her rush out the front door and saw Dewey's keys to the jeep he let you borrow lying on the countertop.

You grabbed them and then grabbed a kitchen knife for self defense. You peered through the window before stepping out cautiously on the porch…Where you saw Judy calling for backup and the two officers you thought were sleeping in the car or out back patrolling; dead in the street. The kill happened most likely while you and Judy were in Randy's house. Both of them are under bloody pools on the pavement.

Kate Roberts opened her front door yelling out. "Jill's gone!"

You stayed on the porch a moment before your eyes darted to the Jeep in the driveway.

Judy told her. "Stay there, Ma'am! Your daughter?"

She nodded furiously in a panic. "Yes! I told her she couldn't go out tonight and now she's not in her room!"

Judy started walking towards the house saying. "Is she on the property?"

"No!" Kate seemed frustrated with her. "Damn it, my daughter is gone and-...Oh God…Oh my God are they dead?" She asked about the cops clutching her mouth.

Judy looked over for a second and the moment her eyes weren't on Kate a Ghostface mask and cloak appeared behind her in the doorway of her home.

You yelled from across the street. "BEHIND YOU!!"

But…It was too late. You saw Kate's face contort in shock and pain before the killer ripped the knife out the back of her cranium and Maureen Roberts' sister slumped to the ground.

Judy shot at them but they ran deeper into the house. You saw Judy nervously call for backup as she went in.

You normally would join…Normally, you'd help. But you knew Judy wouldn't find the killer and you were a sitting defenseless duck here and Jill was dead or actually left. And most likely, the killer was luring Judy in to kill her…Or somehow make a distraction so you were unprotected and a second one could jump out and kill you.

You made your choice, running to the jeep and getting in it. Checking the backseat for a killer before starting it and backing up. Judy ran out of the house yelling at you…You were out of here. Randy was DEAD. Okay, he was dead. His kids and wife aren't here. You weren't THAT close to Jill or Kirby to force yourself to stay for them when they might be dead already. Gale was in the hospital and Dewey was in his own world right now…Like Hell you were staying in this town! You weren't waiting for Dewey hours from now to get you to a safe location. You couldn't hold out. Not when the killer was making their move NOW.

You sped down the roads and took the major highway to get out, eager to get out of this town before Judy got in her car after you or another officer intercepted.

Your phone rang and you saw it was Dewey. You picked up, using one hand on the wheel to talk to him. "What?"

"YN, what are you doing?!" Dewey frantically told you. "I'm sorry I missed your call. My phone was dead and I was charging it in my car and I'm sorry for Deputy Hicks taking your gun but this isn't the answer!"

"Then what is Dewey?! I can't stay in this town one more minute."

"YN, I told you a safe house-"

"Yeah? Well I don't think that can wait when two police officers are dead and the neighbor is too!"

He sighed heavily already getting the info from Judy you were sure of. However, he groaned a bit and then blurted out to you. "YN, please just stop for a second. You need to stay put!…Randy called me before he died."

Your eyes widened as you got out of the town and near the outskirts.

"He…Look, YN. I know, okay! I know you've been hiding two men for longer than just your visit here. And I know who they are. Randy saw them and told me but he cut himself off…YN, it's time to be honest. If they really-"

You instantly hung up. Fingers gripping the wheel tightly. It felt hard to breathe, your chest hurting, every muscle tense. You saw the 'Leaving Woodsboro' sign and pulled to the shoulder of the desolate road a second. And just…Screamed. You screamed to the top of your lungs ready for an overdue meltdown at this point.

Everything was fucked! Was Dewey gonna say lovers? Tim and James?...Billy and Stu? You couldn't risk it. It felt like the world was ending.

He called you again and you muted your phone. Then you saw a text from Kirby you didn't see earlier.

' I'm not good with this sort of stuff but if you need to talk I'm here. I'm just gonna be at my house all night anyways…Here's my address.' Then with a broken heart emoji at the end.

You needed to leave. Go wherever. You weren't even sure if you could fully trust Billy and Stu this round because what if this was them? Kill the Robert's/Prescott's, kill Randy for seeing them, try to kill Gale and you…

You smacked the steering wheel with a frustrated low growling yell from your throat.

Then…You remembered. Kirby and Jill and everyone were going to Kirby's house after all of this. For all you knew, Kirby could be the killer. Maybe her afterparty was the actual final act party? No one could be trusted right now. Randy said it best.

But then the image of Randy filtered through your mind. Permanently cemented into your brain and fueled you. You gripped the steering wheel tighter knowing no one but you could truly kill the killers that were so clearly after you…They fucking killed Randy, displayed his body like a goddamn puppet on a string. Taunting you…They had to go. This killer wasn't going to prison for taking away your best friend, two 6 year olds Dad, a woman's husband she adored, a great guy…They were fucking dying before lawful Judy or Dewey could haul them off to jail; didn't matter who the killer was. You said this was ending tonight and you meant it.

You took a deep breath but put the car in drive and made a U turn in the road. You were going to Kirby's where you knew the killer would strike next and if you died? You were taking them with you. What else did you have in life at this point? You were going to make sure to end this before your family back home or Dewey got hurt as well because other than your dog Cherri that was all you had left now.

You were ending this shit tonight.

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Kirby made herself a drink from her parents liquor cabinet. Talking to Jill as she sat on the couch. "It was…Chaos. You missed utter chaos just…" She sat and couldn't even finish it. She was just talking to Randy Meeks and then he was dead.

Jill looked surprised while eating popcorn. "I can't believe that."

Robbie ranted while holding a drink. "Randy Meeks… Randy Meeks gutted, slashed, hung out to dry like a dead fish!" Robbie continued, seeming to be in his own hell as he raised his arms while talking. "And the Sheriff's wife, man. She told us to cancel it and now this? What are we supposed to do?"

"Robbie, Calm down. It makes sense." Charlie walked in front of the couch Jill and Kirby sat at. Thinking aloud and pacing. "This is what the reboots do t-they one up the original ending."

Kirby thought a moment before gesturing with her drink. "In The Woodsboro Murders it ended at a party. So in the remake-"

Charlie finished for her, eyes lighting up. "The party has a false ending. New Rules."

Kirby gave him a look while sipping her drink. "Exactly."

Robbie ran a hand through his hair. "W-What if it's not a remake? What if Randy was right and it's a franchise?"

"Different plot but same idea. Franchise, remakes, trilogies. They all have to one up the original to keep it going." Charlie sighed. "Besides…No disrespect to Randy, may he uh…May he rest in peace."

Robbie held up his drink. "Pouring one out to you, Randy." He gave with a frown and poured some of his drink out.

Kirby gave him the most deadpan expression and drew out. "...Really? On my fucking floor?"

"It was for Randy!" Robbie sheepishly exclaimed.

Charlie continued. "Anyways…This…Is a remake. Randy was just too old school going by outdated rules. Trust me. This is a remake."

"Can we stop?" Jill interrupted all of them. She rubbed her arm while sitting her popcorn down. "A man died."

Charlie nodded. "Yeah…Hunting arrow through the-" He gestured near his shoulder neck area. "And stabbed a bunch of times and gutted…Poor bastard."

Robbie shook his head. "Jesus Christ. So the killer is going Deer Hunter on us now?"

"I mean, it's Woodsboro California. Who hunts?" Charlie added.

Kirby looked… Interested. Her mouth twitched a bit as a thought came to mind. "Huh."

Jill looked at her. "What?"

"Just thinking. Ya know who has a crossbow hanging up in their garage?"

Kirby glanced at Robbie who paled, looking back at everyone looking at him. "W-Woah, hey! My Dad goes up North to hunt. That's not enough to be a suspect here!...Besides, Trevor is the one that goes hunting with his oldman every Fall! I won't even hunt squirrels with my Dad."

Kirby nodded, some secret list in her head. "Okay, fair enough."

Charlie pointed at them all. "Okay, no offense guys but I'm gonna put in Stab 7. No one cancels my film festival."

"Woah, woah, woah." Jill looked disdainfully. "I don't want to watch that after what happened to Olivia. Or my neighbor."

Kirby drew out. "Coomme oonnn, it was her favorite. And Randy wouldn't have it any other way'... It's honoring them in a way."

Robbie looked at her. "Damn Kirby…You don't seem too upset considering you had like a massive crush on the guy."

Charlie rolled his lips while hearing that. Kirby gave Robbie a dirty look.

Using her fingers to count off, she retorted. "Okay for 1; I did not have a massive crush, douchenozzle. I just respected his film knowledge…2; yeah I'm upset over Randy but this IS a Stab reenactment in real time playing out here. People are gonna die. And they're gonna die brutally. It sucks that it was him this time but I'm not gonna sob over him so the killer can get an easy opening. If anything, at least he went out as a memorable kill…3…You pointing the finger at me does not make you less suspicious." She whispered the last part mockingly. Drinking her drink, getting a bit tipsy and her attitude towards this situation numbing a bit.

Robbie scoffed and shook his head.

Charlie went to put in the movie but stood up fully to look at Kirby's movie collection. "Oh wow, Kirby. You got some Classics here."

"Yep." She replied.

Charlie smirked slightly as he read them off. "Suspiria. Don't look Now."

"You know it." She smirked back. "I could trivia your ass under the table, Cinema boy."

Charlie blinked while looking at her. "Oh yeah? Who played Leatherface first?"

"Gunner Hansen."

Charlie walked closer with his eyes on her. "Wow. Did you feel that?" He sat down and looked at her. "That charge that moved between us just now?"

Kirby smirked wryly and remarked sarcastically. "Oh yeah, that was me. I have powers."

Charlie shook his head, eyes trained on her in a husky whisper. "So fucking sexy."

Jill raised her brows and blinked while Robbie looked between the two in disgust. "Are you two fucking serious? You're playing fucking trivia games?"

Charlie nodded solemnly. "Robbie's right. Not the time I guess."

Jill added. "Our friend's dead, my neighbor too, the Sheriff's wife stabbed."

Robbie scoffed gesturing with his hands wildly. "The cops are gonna come. They're gonna shut down my website! We're so dead!"

"Yeah. You are. I agree."

Everyone jumped as Trevor said that. Just waltzing into the living room and leaning over a chair.

"Jesus Christ, where'd you come from?" Robbie huffed.

Trevor sighed. "Uh, the front door." Before he gave Kirby a taunting nice voice. "By the way, Kirby. With everything that's going on right now. Probably shouldn't leave that unlocked."

Kirby's face scrunched before giving a light scolding look to Charlie who sheepishly apologized while looking down at his shoes. Kirby drew her attention back to Trevor. "And uh, may I ask what the hell you're doing here?"

Trevor sat behind Charlie on the back of an armchair. "What?" All before roughly squeezing Charlie's shoulders mockingly. "Didn't I find the after party?" Charlie got up with an annoyed huff.

Kirby returned Trevor's mocking with her own comical taunting look and high pitched super faux pleasant voice. "No, you found the anti-party! And it's an invitation only!"

Trevor raised a brow. "Uh yeah well I got an invitation…From Jill."

Jill's face scrunched in confusion as Kirby darted her gaze to her best friend. Charlie and Robbie looked between each other. All while Trevor just sighed blissfully unaware. "Ahh, so. What's the story?" As he plopped down on the seat.

Jill finally spoke up in outrage. "I'm sorry, WHAT?"

Trevor shrugged. "You sent me a text message."

Jill laughed wryly while looking up a moment.

Trevor continued. "After party at Kirby's house. It was from your phone."

Jill sat up with furrowed brows. "What do you mean from my phone? I-" She looked around. "Where is my phone?" She looked at Kirby. "I think I left it in your car. I didn't text him!"

Trevor gave her a confused look.

Jill got up, glaring at him. "I didn't text you!" All before stalking out of the room to Kirby's car outside. "And I'll prove it."

Trevor sighed and crossed his leg over the other. "So!...Charlie. Robbie. How does it feel to be accessories to a crime, huh? I mean…Really? Dewey's wife? Not to mention, the Meeks guy?"

Robbie blurted out in dread. "My life is over."

Trevor sighed not too phased and asked them both. "So. Which one of you guys sent me a text message from Jill's phone, huh?"

Kirby scoffed with a disbelieving chuckle as she sipped her drink while Charlie and Robbie looked at each other.

"A-And we're just supposed to believe you're telling the truth?" Charlie asked.

Trevor leaned forward, glaring at Charlie before Kirby stated the obvious. "Isn't your phone missing?"

Trevor looked over at her a moment before giving her a wry smile. "Got a new one."

"Really?" Kirby was unphased, raising a brow as Trevor got up to storm off. Probably to find Jill. "Wow, that's incredibly convenient."

The room was left with Kirby and Charlie watching Stab 7 and Robbie downing shots at the counter of Kirby's kitchen. He groaned before taking the bottle and just going outside.

Kirby raised a brow in a catty way and glanced at Charlie. He looked at her with a raise of his own brows. "What?" He asked her.

Kirby smirked. "Nothing, just thinking we're all alone now. Act 3. Everyone is splitting up. Could be our last night alive…" She leaned forward with that coy look on her face. "I know you're into your movie and all but right now would be a really good time to make a move."

Charlie adjusted himself in his seat. "For…Me to make a move?"

She grinned at him. "Uh huh."

"Uh, c-couldn't you make a move?"

"I just did." Her voice husky as she put her hand gently on his arm, leaning forward in her seat. "Because you're actually kind of cute…When I'm scared and lonely…And maybe a little drunk." She leaned forward to kiss him. Charlie looked taken aback but leaned forward as well. The moment he had been waiting for for entirely too long.

The second their lips touched Trevor barged in breathlessly. "Hey, did you guys see Jill? I didn't see her outside."

Charlie sat there with tense shoulders and Kirby just stared at Trevor with annoyance before a wry smirk appeared. "Yes, Trevor. She is upstairs." Trevor went to walk away to go see her when Kirby added on. "Thank god you were here to protect her when you can't even find her."

Trevor saw they both were watching the opening kill montage to Stab 7 and a huge grin appeared on his face. "Ohoho dude, I love this part of the movie." He sat next to Kirby who gave him an annoyed look as he drew out. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just when you think they're all safe and comfortable in their own house…" He jerks back yelling. "Ghostface comes in and BANG!"

Charlie jolted up from his seat, shoulders squared as he stalked out of the room.

Kirby gave Trevor a side eye as Trevor looked dumbfounded for a minute. "Did I just interrupt something right here?" Kirby didn't say anything and a shit eating grin took over Trevor's face. "Shut the fuck up…" All before chuckling to himself.

"Who invited you, Trevor?!"

He got up laughing. "Alright, clearly not you…Imma be upstairs cause that's just…Wooh, you two that's-" He shook his head walking away.

Kirby yelled after him with her hands up. "Get out of my house!"

Kirby groaned in irritation and plopped back on her couch watching Stab 7 by herself. Miffed Trevor just had to come in and ruin the moment. Her mind thought of her and Charlie, Randy, what happened to Gale. You. She picked up her cellphone and…Saw a text telling you to come over. She sat up a bit. "What?" She looked at her phone and shook her head. Maybe she was more drunk than she thought? Because she didn't remember inviting a 33 year old woman to hang out with a bunch of teens after…What happened at the barn. She sighed, she wasn't going to text you back and tell you no but it seemed all of tonight was a fucking bust and a bit of nightmare fuel all rolled up in one.

She sat her phone on the table when she swore she heard something. Something that sounded like a door handle rattling. Like someone was trying to sneak in but couldn't. She got up and slowly made her way to the front door. Not hearing it anymore but also wanting to see if she could see someone. She got to the door and slowly went to look.

"Oh Kirby!"

She jumped, turning to hear Jill's heels clacking on the stairs as she descended. "Found my phone, it was up in your room." Jill sighed out. She shook her head as she met Kirby at the bottom of the stairs. "There was no text message sent to Trevor, he is such a liar!" She rolled her eyes and shrugged. "...So where is he?"

"Whaddya mean where is he? He just went upstairs looking for you."

Jill scrunched her brows. "He's not upstairs."

Kirby huffed and yelled for his name. No answer. She called for Charlie and Robbie…No answer.

Jill puffed air past her cheeks.

Kirby drew out. "Ookaay, maybe they're outside?"

They both screamed seeing you at the door.

"YN?!" Jill exclaimed.

Kirby told her. "I uh…I don't remember but I must have invited her?"

Jill mouthed "What?" In complete confusion before you grabbed a hold of both their arms.

"Come on, we need to get you both out of here right now." Your voice was tense, on high alert knowing what was gonna happen.

Jill shook her head. "Wait, what? What happened?"

You didn't let her know about her Mom but just insisted. "I'll tell you on the way but right now, we need to go-" You got cut off.

By a scream…

Kirby clutched her mouth and Jill gasped…You turned and looked behind you to see what they were seeing…Robbie on the ground. Not getting up. On fire in the front yard. Wailing in agony.

Kirby panicked. "Oh my God! ROBBIE! Oh my fucking God!-" She went to go to the garage for a fire extinguisher and you stopped her right when a figure charged at all of you from the dark. Running up the porch steps knife in hand.

Kirby and Jill screamed as you shoved them inside and told them to go. Slamming the door in the killer's face but they shoved it open in time as you all had no choice but to rush up the stairs.

You fell on the stairs as they grabbed your ankle. No weapon on you. The true final ending has just begun.

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