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shawn: my dad told me santa wasn’t real when i was 5

gus: then shawn told me. i was traumatized

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Take Me Home - Part 7

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader 

Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from. 

AN: For everyone who has Easter plans tomorrow (Happy Easter!), I decided to release this part a bit early. And yes, we’re at that part of the season 3 plotline…

Word Count: 6.6K

Tags/Warnings: Major angst, survival situations, violence, hurt/comfort.

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Part 7: On the Edge of a Knife

Beau returned home that night with a large pizza for Carla and Emily. He’d already eaten with you an hour ago, but true to his legendary appetite, he still found room for a slice of pepperoni. They got comfortable around the fire out in front of his trailer.

“What held you up?” Carla asked.

Beau sighed and first wiped a bit of sauce from his face with a napkin. He admitted there was an altercation between you and your ex-boyfriend, Michael Hadley. Beau happened to be there in time to settle things down and help patch you up after you fell through a glass coffee table.

“Oh my God. Is she okay?” Emily asked. Beau noted her concern with a smile.

“She’s fine. Some minor cuts and bruises,” he said. “But I had to encourage the guy to leave town. If he’s got any sense, he’ll get gone.”

Emily looked relieved at that. Then she eyed him with a suspicious smile.

“And you just happened to be in the neighborhood?” she asked slyly, voicing the thought that Carla hadn’t wanted to.

Both women watched him closely, but Carla knew the tell-tale signs of Beau covering his embarrassment, giving his daughter a wry look.

“All right, smart Alec. Why don’t you break out the extra sheets I got in the trailer? We’ll set up the bed and the couch.”

“If you can call that glorified bench a couch,” Emily muttered with a grin. 

“Ey!” Beau called after her, though he watched her go in amusement.

After a couple more hours of chatting and catching up, showers taken and plates washed, Emily headed for bed. The adults stayed up for a while, bundled in warm coats as they sat together by the fire.

Beau remembered what Emily told him days ago; that he hadn’t needed to be a perfect man for his wife and daughter. They’d just needed him to be a bit more honest about what he was going through, to let them in. After what happened today with you, your patience and understanding with him…he was beginning to get what she meant.

“I’m really thankful for you helping us,” Carla said. It unearthed him out of his own head.

“Yeah,” he replied with a nod.

Admittedly, he was still a bit distracted. Besides how he left things with you (which still made heat crawl up the back of his neck), he still had Avery and that stolen money to worry about. Otherwise known as the reason Carla and Emily would have to cram themselves in his little trailer.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Carla prodded, laying a gentle hand on his arm.

“I just got a bad feeling about all this,” he confessed. “It’s like in Houston with Randy.”

“No,” she shook her head. “You can’t go there.”

“It’s too late,” he replied. “‘Cause it feels the same. Like something’s…something is comin’, and I’m powerless to stop it.”

“Randy’s death was not your fault,” she reminded him. Just like you had.

Beau looked over at her with a humorless quirk of his lips.

“We both know that’s not true. He was my partner and I let him down. And then…then I wasn’t there for you, or Emily. I don’t blame you for leaving me.”

Carla couldn’t help it, but a part deep inside her had been regretting that choice. Her eyes burned with unshed tears. She managed to blink and keep them at bay, though she let out a shaky breath.

“Well, you’re here for us now,” she said. And yet, she could’ve predicted his next words like clockwork.

“It don’t make up for the way I checked out,” he said.

Carla licked her dry lips and swallowed down the emotion clogging her throat. She didn’t cry often. She could have an ironclad grip on her emotions when she needed to.

It was part of what made her a good lawyer. She knew Beau had sometimes gotten frustrated with that aspect of her personality in the past, because he was the opposite.

The man kept a good lid on things for his job, but at heart, he was driven by his passion, his anger, his love, and right now, his bone-deep guilt and shame.

She knew he’d been drowning in it for a year and hadn’t known how to pull him out. Every time he pushed her away, it had hurt her, hardened her, making her will to try again less and less. So she left him. 

It was the choice she made, and she knew she had to live with it. Just like marrying Avery.

Carla laid a hand on Beau’s over his knee. She made sure he looked her in the eyes when she said this.

“I forgive you. For all of that, okay?” she said. After a moment, he nodded. This time, she felt like he actually heard her.

“But I’m telling you, this thing with Avery…this isn’t over by a long shot,” he told her. “I’m not saying that to scare you. You understand that?”

“Yeah,” she nodded, even though those tears from earlier were working their way down her face. She wiped them away hastily.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you two,” Beau said, in a firm, reassuring tone.

It worked, and it didn’t. Carla nodded again. “I know.”

He sighed through his nose and squeezed her hand. His gaze shifted away, back to the bonfire dancing in front of them. His eyes stung at both the smoke, and the emotion rising in his chest. He steeled himself.

“Carla, I’ll always love you…”

She smiled slightly, brushing the remaining tears from her cheek.

“Though I sense a but coming,” she said.

When she said your name in question, Beau glanced back over at her and nodded. Carla had been his first real love, besides Daisy Harlow in the eleventh grade.

But you were unexpected. How quickly, how deeply you’d gotten under his skin was too hard to ignore. And at this point, he didn’t want to.

Meanwhile, Carla stared at her ex-husband in bemusement. She slipped her hand from his and folded hers back in her lap.

“What’s she like?” she asked. Half of her was genuinely curious. The other half would rather not hear his answer, but she supposed it was only fair. She was the one who moved on first.

Still, the flicker of Beau’s soft smile stung, just a little.

“She’s special,” he said. “Resilient, like you. And smart to boot. You know she’s a college professor?”

“Yeah, Emily told me,” Carla said. 

Beau’s smile dimmed when he noted the resignation in her voice. She gave him a knowing look. 

“I have no right to complain,” she said. “And you deserve to be happy too, Beau.”    

He considered that with a nod. He wasn’t sure if he believed her, but for your sake…he would try.

“Can you promise me something?” Carla asked. 

“Name it,” he said.

“I know Avery is in this thing deep. He lied to me and he created this mess. Even when this is over, I don’t know what’s going to happen between us. I know I’m asking a lot of you, but please, look out for him,” she implored. Beau uttered a wry chuckle and rubbed at his chin.

“He is in this deep. And he’s being stubborn about it,” he said. “I might not be able to help him walk it back, but I will try.”  

Carla released another sigh and nodded in response. She supposed that was the best she could hope for. 

A few days later, you walked up and down the grocery store aisles with a basket in one hand and your phone against your ear with the other.

“Okay, I’ve got all manners of junk food and chick-flick movie watching snacks, including Reese’s cups, ice cream, frozen pizzas, and no less than three bottles of wine,” you said. “Am I missing anything?”

“I don’t think so, hun. That sounds very comprehensive,” Denise replied.

She was at work, and you were still getting ready for the fall semester. It was only a little over a month away, which meant you were excited, and also nervous.

You had five classes on your roster. You’d also visited Carroll College yesterday to set up your office with all your books, both textbooks and your favorites in fiction and non-fiction (but mostly fiction). Much Ado About Nothing was front and center in the Shakespeare section of your shelf.

You also wanted to at least try and relax for the rest of your summer. Denise was all too willing to help. You’d always had a good relationship with your aunt, albeit distant, since you’d lived in different states.

Living so close now just made you realize how much you two had in common. It was nice to find a friend in her, not just someone who would try to mother you in your own mother’s absence. 

“Yes! Good. Then get ready to brainstorm what movies we’re gonna watch tonight, and in what order,” you said.

“Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t already have a color-coded checklist,” Denise quipped.

You laughed. Yes, she knew you too well. “Okay, maybe I do, but you still get a vote.”

You turned a corner in the aisles and nearly ran right into Carla, who was pushing a cart. You both jolted in surprise and recognition.

“Oh, hi! I’m sorry,” you said, at the same time she said, “Sorry, I…”

You two did the polite, nervous laughter people did when put in awkward situations. You noticed all the food she had in her cart—enough to feed a family of three for the week.

“Yeah, finally getting around to doing a grocery run,” she said. “Beau’s trailer leaves much to be desired in the form of amenities, so…”

You adopted a more amused smile. “Yeah, he’s not much of a cook, is he?”

“Do frozen fish sticks count?” Carla remarked.

“Only if there’s expired tartar sauce, according to Emily,” you joked. The two of you shared a laugh that was a little more genuine. You chatted for a couple minutes more before you parted with amiable handwaving. Then you realized that your aunt was still hanging on the line.

You sighed and put your phone back up to your ear. “Hey, sorry.”

“Was that who I think it was?” Denise asked. She was probably trying to be cryptic, if Emily was in the room with her.

“Indeed, it was. Doing a nice family-sized grocery run,” you whispered back, to make sure you weren’t overheard. You brought your basket of junk to one of the checkout lines.

“When was the last time you heard from him?” Denise asked. She must’ve heard the heaviness in your voice. You both knew exactly who “him” was code for. Beau friggin’ Arlen.

“Not since we said goodbye last week,” you replied. And the memory of that kiss had been torturing you for days. It had also been the fuel of many…late nights with yourself.

Speaking of which, need some more AA batteries, you thought with a warm blush.

“Okay, forget candy. We should get cheesecake,” Denise proposed.

You smiled. “You know what, that’s a damn good idea. Definitely cheesecake.”

You hopped out of line to do just that. You knew it probably wouldn’t be as good as Chicago made, but you went over to the bakery side of the store and hunted for the most good-looking cheesecake you could find.

“Hey, if you want, stop by here later,” your aunt said. “Em is here. We’ll grab lunch, make it a real girls’ day.”

“Sure,” you agreed. You hadn’t seen Emily in a week or so either. “Where are you thinking? I’ve been wanting to try that Indian place down the street from your office.”

“Sounds good to me. Come over after you drop those groceries off at home.”

“Okay, will do. I’ll see you guys soon!” you said. 

Beau knew that he was going to be working straight through lunch. What he, Jenny, and Cassie had discovered in the past 24 hours was deeply unsettling. 

Not only was Walter Sunny Barnes’s son, but Paige was alive. She’d been found in the foyer of Sunny’s home, brandishing a knife, convinced the married couple were in it together on her kidnapping. Sunny claimed she’d had no idea her husband had taken the poor girl and kept her in a shack for days.

According to Paige’s testimony, Buck Barnes had tried to kill her. And since she was alive, it meant Walter had lied in confessing to her murder. It was also likely that he hadn’t killed Mary or Luke either.

That wasn’t even the worst of Beau’s headache.

He rubbed his face in frustration after getting off the phone with Carla. Thanks to this whole business of Avery’s stolen cryptocurrency, she was being followed. 

Fuckin’ hell, Beau thought. The next time he saw Avery, it had better be with handcuffs, or he was going to start working on his punch list for real. Instead, Beau grabbed his cell and called his daughter.

“Hey, Dad,” she answered on the third ring.

“Hey, honey. You doin’ all right? You good?” he asked. Maybe he was coming on a little strong, but worry was a living thing inside his gut.

“Yeah, totally. Just doing some research…but guess who’s coming to have lunch with us later?” she asked.

Her tone was leading him somewhere, and Beau thought he knew the destination. His lips curved with a half-smile. When he guessed your name, Emily confirmed.

“You’re welcome to join us. If, you know, you wanted to,” she teased.

Beau’s smile twisted with disbelief. Was his daughter trying to set him up? And better yet, it seemed like she liked you well enough to do it. While the thought warmed him, his smile dimmed.

“Wish I could, but uh, I got a lot of work here to do. I’m just…checking up on ya, like dads do,” he said.

As much as he wanted to see you (and he really, really did), he wasn’t lying. He needed to follow up on the man who’d trailed Carla to the drycleaners this morning. And he already had Jenny and Poppernak looking into finding Buck Barnes. He’d fled the scene after Paige and Sunny were picked up at the Barnes residence.

“Well, okay, consider me checked. We can talk later if you want,” Emily said. She sounded a bit disappointed. Beau felt guilty for that, but he’d make it up to her tonight. Maybe he’d bring home some takeout so Carla didn’t have to cook again in his tiny kitchenette.

“All right, honey. If not, I’ll see you tonight,” he said. “Just…don’t go anywhere by yourself, okay? Make sure Denise or Cassie’s with you. Matter of fact, I’ll pick you up from there today.”

“Yeah sure,” she said. Though he didn’t think she really heard the warning in his voice.

“‘Kay. Bye, Dad.”

She hung up, leaving Beau still feeling off-balanced. Until news came in from a fellow officer: while Paige had been brought to the hospital, Sunny Barnes had been brought into the station for questioning about her husband.

“Sorry I’m so late. I started cleaning my apartment and lost track of time,” you said, walking into the office of Dewell & Hoyt. Denise and Emily waved at you from their respective desks.

“That’s okay. We’ve been busy here,” Denise said. You looked at the large pinboard on the wall filled with news clippings and pieces of evidence. Bleeding Heart Killer, read many of the subject lines.

“Ech. Still working on this?” you asked.

“Unfortunately,” said Denise. She grabbed up her purse and went over to kiss your cheek in greeting. “But we might’ve gotten a huge break on it. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.”

“Get back? Where’re you going?” you asked.

“To get the food! I already placed the orders,” she said, patting your arm. “I’ll be right back.”

You gave her a narrowed look. “I was going to pay for it—”

“No need!” Denise sing-songed on her way out of the office. It had you smiling, shaking your head. You looked over at Emily and tossed a thumb over your shoulder.

“Careful with her. She can be devious,” you said.

Emily smiled and stood up from her desk. She went over to sit with you on the small couch near the center of the room.

“I’m actually glad you’re here,” she said. “I’ve kinda got a question for you.”

“Kinda?” you echoed with a smile, but you pat her on the knee. “What’s on your mind, honey?”

Emily looked a little unsure. It had you giving her your undivided attention.

“It’s about my dad,” she began. Your smile slowly fell, but now you were really listening.

“Okay,” you nodded.

Emily opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, the lights in the entire office went out.

Natural light still came in from the large windows at the front. It was odd though. The weather outside, while chilly, wasn’t cold enough to create an outage. You hadn’t heard anything fizzle when the lights went out either.

“That’s weird—” Emily said.

The back door burst open with the sound of hinges breaking. Both of you gasped and stood from the couch. You slipped a hand into your purse to find your phone, and then the first contact you could think of.

You were about to press the call button when a tall man with broad shoulders stepped through. He was older, balding, and his clothes and neck were stained with blood.

Buck Barnes.

“Buck?” you gasped. “What…what’re you doing here?”

He didn’t look like the easy going, kind-hearted man you knew at the camp. Now, he looked haggard, injured, and dangerous, like a wild animal.

“Hush up,” Buck held up a silver pistol in his right hand. “And drop that phone, nice and slow.”

Your heart was in your throat, but you couldn’t just think of yourself. You subtly tried to pull Emily behind you as you set your phone down on the ground.

“You tried to kill Paige,” Emily accused of the man. It had you turning to her, your eyes going wide. When you looked over at Buck to gauge his reaction, you saw how his lips pursed.

“Sit down and shut up,” Buck ordered, gesturing with his gun at both of you. He drew closer and forced you and Emily to sit beside each other on the couch. There he grabbed a roll of duct tape from his pocket and began taping your shaking hands together.

“Why’re you doing this?” you asked Buck.

“I need some collateral if I’m gonna get the hell outta dodge,” he replied.

“Fine, but let Emily go. She’s just a kid,” you begged, as tears stung at your eyes.

Buck just continued taping you up. Thankfully not your feet, just your wrists. He moved to Emily next. 

“You don’t need her,” you tried again. “Come on, Buck. You really think Beau Arlen’s going to want to work something out with you if you take his daughter?”

“Oh, I’m bettin’ he’ll be more than willing.” Buck grabbed you and placed a strip of tape across your mouth, then on Emily’s. He hooked a large, calloused hand around your arm.

“Now get up.”

“What?!” Beau asked. His eyes widened in alarm. “Slow down, Denise. What’s going on?”

The more he listened, the more his heart plummeted into his stomach. He had to grip his work desk for balance.

It took him and Jenny under half an hour to meet up with Cassie and Denise back at Dewell & Hoyt, along with a forensics unit of officers. There was evidence of struggle in a turned over table and a broken back door lock.

Denise explained that she left you and Emily for just a few minutes while she went to grab a late lunch order. By the time she returned, the power was out, set off by the breakers, and you and Emily were missing.

Jenny found your purse on the couch, while Beau found your cell phone on the ground. He picked it up with a gloved hand. He’d seen you unlock your phone enough times to remember your passcode.

When he inputted those six numbers and unlocked the screen, he found his own name and phone number highlighted there. You’d been about to call him.

He squeezed your phone tight in his hand. He looked up and saw another officer pick up Emily’s backpack.

“No power means no surveillance footage,” Jenny said. “Okay, let’s think. Why take her and Emily?”

“It’s gotta do with Avery and the money he stole,” Beau said, grinding his teeth. “I needa find him.”

“Any idea where he might be held up?” Jenny asked.

“Carla will know,” he replied.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Jenny was quick to offer. She could see his rage bubbling.

“No,” he said, cutting her off with a swift hand. “Get a response team ready, but I don’t want anybody doing anything without checking with me!”

He was out the door before any of the women could stop him. Denise was in tears, both for you and for Emily. Cassie wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“We’re gonna find them,” she promised.

You and Emily were in the backseat of an SUV. Buck was singing along to some country song, driving them down a highway to hell knows where. 

The tears had begun to dry on your cheeks. It didn’t mean you were no longer petrified, but for Emily, to give her support, you’d been able to keep breathing through it. She was still in panic mode, hyperventilating as tears streamed down her face.

“Y’all better quiet down back there,” Buck warned.

You grabbed Emily’s hands and met her frantic eyes with your calmer ones. You were hoping to reassure her, let her know that while you were scared too, you were with her. She wasn’t alone.

She squeezed your hands back, even though it made you wince. Your right hand was still injured. Again, you breathed through it so you could hold her back. You rested the side of your head against hers to try and help steady her further. If you could, you would’ve held her like a mother bear.

Emily leaned against your side and began to calm down, bit by bit. Meanwhile, Buck continued to talk your ears off—about country music, and how this particular song was the one he and Sunny danced to at their wedding. Though frankly, you couldn’t give a shit about anything that was coming out of his mouth.

All you knew was that it was nighttime, pitch black darkness by the time he pulled into a plaza. It looked like a gas station next to a bar.

Only in Montana, you mused. Though you perked up at attention when Buck parked and actually left the car.

Of course, he took the keys with him and put the child locks on the doors, but you tugged at the duct tape Buck put around your ankles when he’d forced you and Emily into this car. If you could get free, then you could shove your way into the front seat and unlock the doors.

Emily tried to help you. You winced as the tape tugged at your skin. At least I shaved yesterday.

She gasped around her gag when she saw a young man coming their way in the parking lot. You joined her in banging on the window, trying to get his attention.

“Oh my God,” you heard him say, muffled as it was through the window. You pointed at the front of the car, trying to communicate to him to break the window open there.

“Hold on, I’ll get you guys out of there,” he said. He went to the front of the car and tried at the door handles, but before he could get very far in his attempt to free you, Buck came up behind the younger man and grabbed him in a chokehold.

You and Emily screamed at him, but it was no use. You did your best to shield Emily’s eyes when Buck snapped the man’s neck.

Bad call, bad leadership, bad police work.

Beau felt the weight of his shame like never before—all while he held Carla and rocked her in his arms. She’d just arrived at the police station, after getting the news that her husband had been killed.

When he learned that Emily was taken, Avery tried to help Beau and the police confront the men he’d stolen the $15 million from, but Avery had gone rogue by bringing a gun into the equation.

Beau had just one chance to pull Avery out and send in his unit of officers on standby. Jenny had asked him what he wanted to do, hoping he would make the right choice.

Beau had been selfish. He wanted to see if the men would give up the location on where they were holding you and Emily, so he kept Avery in play. He’d thought the man would be fine with Tonya and Donno backing him up in the room.

After all was said and done, however, Avery lay dead in a pool of his own blood with a bullet in his chest. The criminals also hadn’t taken you or Emily.

By process of elimination, Beau now knew it was Buck. The man had already killed a hiker on his way out of the woods, where he’d been holding Paige.

Now it was a whole new manhunt.

“Beau,” Jenny said. “We have something on Buck.”

It prompted him to drag himself out of the dark spiral of his thoughts. He let Carla go, but kept a supportive hand on her back. She was still distraught, and understandably so—not just for her husband, but for her missing daughter.

Jenny gave Carla a sympathetic look. She beckoned him over though.

“Come see this,” she said.

Beau comforted Carla one moment more, rubbing her back, but she encouraged him to go with Jenny. She led him into another room where Cassie was waiting for them, and Jenny’s laptop was connected to a smart TV.

On the screen was new surveillance footage of a parking lot, outside a bar a few hours out of town. There was a green pickup truck parked next to a black SUV. Beau couldn’t see you or Emily, but he watched Buck drag the dead body of a man behind the truck.

“Buck was casing the lot for a car to steal,” Jenny said. “We’re guessing this unlucky guy found them.”

“It means they’re still alive,” Cassie pointed out. Jenny drew attention to the keys, or whatever it was that Buck dropped and picked up off the floor. It was hard to make out from the footage.

Cassie agreed to ask Cormack Barnes if he knew what the keys were for, considering he already had the keys to the pickup trick in his hand when he picked up the fallen set. Beau knew it was time to question Sunny Barnes again.

He headed down the hall to do just that, with Jenny on his heels. Soon though, he found himself slowing down in the hall, like his feet were made of rubber. That, and his heart was fracturing. Jenny slowed down with him, giving him a questioning look.

“It’s just…it’s the one thing we’re supposed to do. Protect our kids,” he said. “The one thing.”

“Hey,” she said. Her blue eyes were understanding. “You couldn’t have done anything differently.”

And yet again, they both knew that was a lie. Beau held a curled fist against his lips for a moment, as he tried to swallow down the lump of emotion in his throat.

“She’s gotta be so scared, Jenny,” he said. His eyes stung, but he tried to blink the unshed tears from his eyes. It wasn’t working.

“Both of them,” he said. “They’ve gotta be terrified. And every minute we waste chasing our tails just gives that twisted son a bitch a chance to do something to them—”

Jenny grabbed his arm to steady him. “I still think he’s keeping them alive for leverage.”

“Well, I hope you’re right, because there’s nothing stopping him from making an example from one of them,” he said.

But the moment it escaped his lips, he wished he hadn’t uttered the thought out loud. It was too much.

He felt like a failure of a father. That was already destroying him from the inside out. And though he’d vowed to himself otherwise, you got dragged into this too.

You’d already been through the wringer enough. Beau hadn’t even checked in on you in damn near a week since he left your apartment the last time.

Now, you’d been taken by the very same man who murdered your friend Mary. Beau hadn’t had the chance to tell you…

He hadn’t been able to tell you a lot of things.

And maybe, he’d never get the chance.

The pickup truck Buck stole had a small trailer attached, convenient for stuffing you and Emily in, along with the corpse he’d made of the truck’s owner.

On the long and bumpy ride down the road, you’d been able to search the dead man’s jeans and found a small pocketknife. You pressed a small button to click the blade open. You showed it to Emily, and then tried to cut her bonds.

You only got halfway through when the truck and trailer stopped. Moments later, you smelled gas. Buck was probably stopping for a refill on the pickup truck. You closed the knife and hid it in your hands. That instinct turned out to be a good one, because Buck slid the trailer door open.

You and Emily winced as the bright morning sun hit your bleary eyes. Not only had you not slept all night, but you’d gotten used to the perpetual darkness of the trailer.

“You girls behaving yourselves back here?” Buck asked.

You and Emily stayed quiet, but fearful. He stepped into the trailer to lower your taped gag, and then the girl’s. He uncapped a water bottle to give her some. It was a strangely humane thing to do, you thought.

But then you realized that he just didn’t want you two to pass out of dehydration. He was trying to keep you alive long enough to use you as bargaining chips.

“My dad’s going to find you,” Emily said, staring up at your captor. Buck chuckled at her cheek.

“You want water or not?” he asked.

“And when he does, he’s gonna kill you,” she said. Buck rolled his eyes and gave her a few sips of water. He offered the bottle to you next.

Instead of drinking, you used his distraction and proximity to pop open the pocketknife and jab it at his face. He pulled back fast, but you managed to sink the three-inch little blade into his neck. Buck backhanded you so hard, it made the side of your face crack against the back of the trailer.

Emily screamed and tried to catch you when you accidentally fell on her shoulder. When you recovered after a bit, blinking the black splotches out of your vision, Buck punched at the spot right above your heads and made you both flinch. By then, he’d taken the little knife out of his neck, even though it made a new wound ooze blood down his shirt.

“Forgot to check his pockets,” he gritted out. His anger then bled away, into a dark chuckle. “Gettin’ a little rusty.”

He poured out the rest of the water over your boots, but he didn’t make any further threats. At least, not physically. He stepped away and began to exit the trailer.

“Next time it’ll be gasoline and a lighter,” he warned. “Now both of you, shut the fuck up.”

Then he closed the door, casting you and Emily into darkness once again.

“You okay?” Emily whispered. You could barely make out her face in the dim light, coming from the smallest crack in the trailer door. You rolled your head her way so you could give her a smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied. Truthfully, your head was ringing and aching at the same time. Buck had knocked you out for a few seconds there. Plus, you were exhausted, and hungry, and parched.

“At least the gags are off,” she said. You nodded, letting out a sigh. You welcomed her to rest on your shoulder and tucked her wrapped hands under yours.

“We’ve just gotta keep holding out,” you said. “I’m sure your dad is on the way.”

Emily nodded in agreement. She believed every word of what she’d told Buck. She just hoped it was sooner rather than later.

It was much, much later.

Still, you and Emily were no better off. Actually, you were pretty sure this was worse.

Buck had driven you deep into the woods, then forced you to walk what felt like another half-mile until you reached a dusty old shack. He’d unlocked it and forced you both inside, kneeling in the dirt and dead leaves. Along with the duct tape already around your wrists, he’d tied you both up with ropes around the metal hooks hanging from the short roof.

Even with the gags off, it was hard to breathe in the hot, stuffy woodshed. It felt similar to being buried in a box and left to rot.

You weren’t sure how many hours it had been, but the sun was slowly inching by. If you had to guess, it was around mid-afternoon. You were sweating down your neck and back, now uncomfortable while kneeling in the jeans you were wearing. And sometimes, your vision started to blur in and out.

By now you were beyond hunger. Dying of thirst? Quite possibly.

“How’re you doing?” you asked Emily. She nodded, but she didn’t have much energy to talk either.

So instead, you tried to twist your wrists out of the rope. Very quickly you gave yourself burns, however. Buck had tied your bonds so very tight, not to mention the duct tape underneath.

What a fucking asshole, you thought. He could’ve at least left a bottle of water. Or some protein bars.

“How are they supposed to find us out here?” Emily asked. Her voice was small and coarse with exhaustion. You nudged her knee in comfort.

“The police will get it out of Buck, I’m sure,” you said. “Even if Beau can’t, damn certain Jenny will.”

You gave her a smile. Emily tried to smile back, but she didn’t quite make it there.

“God, I’m so thirsty,” she coughed.

“I know, I’m sorry,” you nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “All we can do is keep trying to get loose.”

You both tried twisting out of the ropes for a while, but it was no use. You were just going to bruise or cut your wrists further through the tape.

You knew that you and Emily had been in the woods for hours at this point, somewhere in the middle of the mountains. You tried not think about how unlikely it would be that someone actually heard you, let alone found you.

You knew you were the adult in this situation. You had to keep it together for the girl beside you, but after a while, a feeling of desperation and despair rose up again in your chest, no matter how hard you fought it all.

Tears welled up in your eyes, though you tried to breathe through it. Emily nudged your arm this time, giving you a comforting look.

“It’s gonna be okay,” she whispered. “I know Dad’s coming for us.”

Your lip wobbled, but you nodded and sucked in a breath. If she could be strong, then you could too…

And that was when you started to hear voices. You knew they weren’t just in your head, because Emily perked up too. You both called out the best you could to whoever was out there.

You squinted watery eyes when the door to the shed finally slid open.

Beau tested the limitations of Jenny’s SUV on his way out from the woods, and then back into them. 

At the very least, Buck was dead. 

Sunny had shot him—before they had gotten a location on you and Emily. Beau had been about to have a serious breakdown before Cassie called him. 

“They found them,” he’d told Jenny, with red and shining eyes. 

In another five miles, they reached the old cabin. Cassie had said there was a woodshed attached on the south side. Beau tore out of the car and sprinted up a hill, through a patch of dense trees, until he found the cabin and the shed. 

Cassie and Cormack were talking to someone just out of Beau’s eyeline, but his gaze focused on his daughter. The moment Emily saw him, she brightened and ran to him. He met her in the middle, grabbing her tight and secure in his arms.

His tears burned in his eyes and fell as he held her, comforted her, rubbing her back. She held onto him just as tightly.

He struggled and failed to keep himself together. Relief wasn’t even the word for how he felt; it was beyond words.

And it was almost unreal to be able to hold his daughter and see that she didn’t look hurt, just shaken.

“I’ve gotcha, sweetheart,” he said. “God, I’ve got you.”

Letting out the deepest breath, Beau’s gaze ventured past his daughter and up ahead. There he found you, being supported by Cassie up the hill. Beau’s eyes widened.

You were rubbing your wrists. They looked raw. Your eyes were also red and watery when they met his. Your breath seemed to catch as well.

Your name fell from Beau’s lips, his voice breaking. Emily looked up at her dad and had to smile. She even made room for you when you came up on his other side. Beau still kept his daughter tucked against him, but he reached for you as well and brought you into his embrace.

He felt your body shaking with quiet, wracking sobs. His heart broke for it, but he soothed a hand over your knotted hair and down your back.

“Shh, it’s okay now,” he whispered in your ear. His voice was choked with emotion. “I’ve got you, darlin’."

Never gonna let you go again, he thought.

You nodded, sniffling, but you kept your face buried against his chest.

Eventually, you lifted your head to meet his kind, if tearful eyes. He was a mess, and so were you. He was right though; you knew that it was all right now, as long as he was here.

You looked over at Emily, who was still hanging onto her father. You touched her shoulder.

“You okay?” you asked through tears. She nodded back at you with a smile.

“Good,” Beau said. “Let’s get you two home.”

You realized then that you were clinging to him like…like he was yours. 

“Oh,” you uttered, releasing his shirt. “I‘m sorry.” 

Beau’s eyes widened at the way you pulled away from him, unconsciously lowering your gaze. He frowned, and he pressed a gentle hand to your cheek, so you’d look at him again. 

“Don’t you do that,” he said, his voice still a bit unsteady.

Almost every cell in his body said to pull you back in. To sink his fingers in your hair, and to kiss you.

But he noticed Jenny, Cassie, Cormack, and even his daughter watching with some kind of smile on their faces. You stared up at him, teary eyed and waiting.

Beau cleared his throat.

He hesitated a bit too long, warring with himself all the while. So he just stroked your cheek and guided you, along with his daughter to the car.

You and Emily were going home.

AN: 🫣 Lol please don't hate me for the little tease at the end there. But how did you like how all the action and drama of the kidnapping unfolded?

Don't think this is the finale though. We've still got some drama and fun things to come. (Also, I think it's funny how this next particular chapter is going to post on my birthday lol.)

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“I’m the one who needs you to forgive me,” he said, gently squeezing your arm. “I promised myself I would keep you safe, that I wouldn’t drag you into this mess. And I couldn’t keep my end of the deal.”

“Stop that,” you said. You grabbed the front of his shirt. “How many times do I have to say it’s not your fault before you get it in your stubborn head?”

It came out a bit snappish, but the moment your eyes met his, you both seemed to realize where your passions had led you. Just inches away from one another.

“Maybe one more time,” Beau said, in a quieter, but no less heady voice. There was a hint of humor in his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile back.

You released his shirt and instead, took his face in your hands.

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HI CHAT i missed promo hour,, but im doing it anyway

HI HI HELLO!!! im derek, im 17, im autistic, im gay, and i really really like the silly horror nerd from scream :)

i am a non sharing self shipper! my absolute main f/o is randy meeks from scream (like i mentioned), but some other main f/os that i talk about occasionally are tenya iida from my hero academia, clemont from pokemon, and horropedia from reverse 1999! i have a thing for nerds,,

commissions and art trades are open! (the art above is not mine!!)

i have horrible social anxiety, but id love to talk and be friends!

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proship dni

[bumblesimagines]

Headcanon:

Dating Shauna Shipman

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers, F!Reader

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Shauna Shipman has many layers, even if at first glance she appears like your typical teen girl following her best friend around like a puppy dog. As much as Shauna silently resents it, she allows herself to be Jackie's little doll, letting her pick things for her and going along with whatever Jackie wants. It's almost as if she's the puppet Jackie controls... until she meets you.

At first, Shauna is distant. She observes from afar, whether it's taking glances in classes or the halls or eavesdropping on conversations about you. In a cliche movie kind of way, she always looks away when you look back and her cheeks flush red but she never stops taking glances, never stops staring when you're distracted.

Shauna is horrible at managing her emotions or dealing with her feelings. She's prone to bottling things up until they manifest into anger and she ends up lashing out at others, even those she cares about. So, how does she deal with this growing crush? Simple! She doesn't. She ignores it. She ignores the way her chest tightens around you, ignores how her skin warms when you flash that pretty smile of yours at her in the halls, ignores the bubbling jealousy when she catches Randy or some other idiot trying to chat you up. 

But she can't ignore it forever. Not when her eyes trail away from Jackie to watch you or when she spaces out thinking about you in the middle of conversations. Of course, these kinds of things only pique Jackie's attention, and it's not long before Jackie follows her gaze and sees you at the end of it. And, Jackie being Jackie, she perks right up and gives Shauna a big smile before she's marching right over to you before Shauna can even blink. 

Shauna's mind doesn't comprehend Jackie's retreating form until the light brunette is face to face with you, that familiar friendly bright smile on her face. Her heart picks up immediately and she wants nothing more than the ground to swallow her whole, irritation prickling her skin like bee stings because of course, Jackie approached you. There's nothing else she can do but stand rooted in her spot, watching helplessly as Jackie laughs at something you say before she motions over her shoulder toward Shauna. Your attention moves from the perky teen and onto her, and it lingers for longer than a couple seconds, making her heart skip a beat. Shauna freezes but manages to smile awkwardly before you look back at Jackie. 

And then, Jackie's arm is curled around yours and she's pulling you along. Right toward Shauna. 

"Shauna," Jackie drawls, and Shauna eyes the way her arm is still around yours. "This is (Y/N). Remember the new girl Van was talking about? This is her! (Y/N), this is Shauna Shipman, my best friend. We're on the soccer team together."

"Oh, we know each other." You smile sweetly at her and Shauna finds herself unable to resist a smile back. She shuffles her feet and suddenly she's back in elementary crushing over some random classmate and unable to do anything about her fluttery feelings. "We take US History together with Mr. Calhoun."

"Y-Yeah," Shauna clears her throat, internally groaning at the heat spreading through her cheeks. Jackie's brows furrow slightly at her but she doesn't comment on it and instead steps toward her to wrap an arm around her shoulder.

"You should come to our game this Friday! We're much better than the guys, I swear." 

You smile again, your eyes turning back to Shauna who can't even hold your gaze for longer than a minute before her eyes jump away to look at something else. "Yeah, sure, I'll be there." Suddenly, Shauna starts liking soccer more.

Despite her previous irritation at Jackie doing something without her permission again, her introduction changes things between you and her. Your smiles in the hallway turn into greetings and small talk, you change your usual seat to sit next to her in class, and you start attending the WHS Yellowjacket games. Shauna's a bit quiet and awkward at first, still getting the hang of trying to push down the warm feelings that arise when you're around but then she begins to be more sociable, more friendly. She starts looking forward to the parties she'll know you'll be at and she begins forgetting all about Jeff.

But of course, she can only keep her feelings to herself for so long before her jealousy gets the best of her.

It happens at a party. She arrives with Jackie and Jeff as always but breaks away from the couple to search for you amongst the teens hanging around. She spots you and her heart surges immediately but the smile on her face drops when she sees one of the guys from the boys' basketball team chatting with you. You seem a little bored but still receptive to his jokes and the way he leans toward you, brushing his arm against you and lingering too close for Shauna to take it. Randy has the bad luck to pass by her and make some stupid flirtatious comment that fills her with both disgust and an abrupt spike of anger.

"What'd you just say to me?" Shauna whirls around to face the boy and snaps at him, her anger catching him off guard and drawing the attention of those around them. Taissa immediately appears from the crowd, an accusatory glare sent in Randy's direction as she places a hand on Shauna's shoulder and tells Randy to kick rocks. Randy stumbles over his words, eyes flickering between the two girls and his already red face turning an even deeper shade before he takes the hint and makes quick distance between them.

"Shauna," Your voice fills her ears, pulling her out of her enraged trance and grounding her in the moment. She glances over the confused stares of those around her and tugs her jean jacket further over herself, unwanted shame stabbing into her stomach. Your hand takes hold of her arm and your face enters her vision. "What happened?"

"Randy happened," Taissa answers for her, eyes following Randy until he ducks out of sight and out of mind. "Are you okay, Shauna?"

"Yes, I'm fine." Shauna doesn't mean to snap again but she does, and there's an immediate trickle of regret and guilt that follows when Taissa frowns at her and drops her hand. She can't bear to look at your face so she turns on her heel and walks away, hands curling and uncurling as she tries to steady her breathing. 

"Shauna, hey, Shauna-"

"Just leave me alone!" She hisses over her shoulder but you grab her arm and spin her back around. Shauna's half-tempted to fight you, to shove you away and shout, because her anger and guilt only make her want to self-destruct in any way possible. She fucked it all up and she despises the way the back of her eyes prickle with the incoming tears. 

"Shauna, baby," You coo softly, your grip on her arm loosening and hand lifting to cup the side of her face delicately. Despite the hurricane whirling in her mind, her face still flushes and it spreads when you wrap her up in an embrace. Shauna tenses at first, but ever so slowly returns the embrace, resting her chin on your shoulder and releasing all her emotions in one big exhale. 

"I really like you." She finally admits softly. 

While things afterward aren't fully smooth sailing, Shauna feels better about things. She finally has something she got on her own accord, something Jackie doesn't have and never will. She didn't need Jackie telling her to confess to do it and she feels relieved. Her own little secret that she writes about in a journal, something you gifted her soon after her outburst to help her manage her feelings.

Shauna still struggles with her feelings and emotions after officially getting together, it's something that follows her well into adulthood. But she tries harder to feel her emotions instead of ignoring them or pushing them away. It's awkward and flimsy when she tries opening up about things. Communicating is difficult for her but she makes attempts at it. Still, she has her moments where something bothers her or she feels a certain way about something and keeps it to herself until it comes rushing out. Thankfully, you're understanding enough to be patient with her, especially when it wrecks her with guilt afterward.

Shauna isn't perfect by any means but she tries to be a good girlfriend. She pays attention to the details, attempts to express herself and how she feels, and spends more time with you than she does Jackie. It's not long before she starts picking you up from school too, leaving Jackie to sit in the backseat or telling Jackie she's unable to hang out 'cause she's going to be with you instead. It's freeing in a way to be able to detach herself slowly from being Jackie's shadow.

Of course, that doesn't go without complications. Her friendship with Jackie takes a hit, and no matter how much both girls want to mend things, they're both too stubborn to be the first to apologize. You try your best to encourage Shauna to smooth things over but when she does, there's always some comment from Jackie that annoys her and they argue. The Yellowjackets, of course, try to help too, and over time, they're able to keep the peace and become friends again, though they aren't as close as before. 

Shauna's grateful for you in a lot of ways, even if the relationship has to be kept a secret due to society's views. Luckily, you and Shauna are able to maintain an affectionate relationship in public, as most people who notice brush it off as two really close friends. There's not much PDA, not that Shauna would want that to begin with, but handholding is perfectly fine. 

Shauna's love languages are words of affirmation and quality time. She needs someone to reassure and listen to her because as stated before, it's difficult for her to be upfront. While nagging won't be incredibly effective, gentle encouragement and a reminder of your love for her goes a long way in making her feel more secure and comfortable. Shauna enjoys spending time with you, even if it involves sitting in silence while homework is completed, and sometimes she just needs to decompress from school in your bedroom. 

She's not a virgin and while she is trying to be better about honesty, she never admits she lost it to Jackie's boyfriend, Jeff. You don't prod, thankfully, but the guilt does work its way into her gut. Shauna. Sex with Shauna is... interesting. In day-to-day life, most would consider her to be more submissive and quiet but Shauna is pretty dominating in the bedroom. She likes having control and while she may not be all over you constantly, she can have her spontaneous moments, especially if she gets in a bad mood and wants to forget about it.

Things definitely aren't amazing and perfect, but it's good enough for you and her. Shauna makes real efforts for you because of your patience and understanding and she's thankful for it, even if you can't be public and proud. But, of course, neither you nor Shauna expect the turmoil that follows when her plane crashes on the way to Nationals.

[roadkillremi]

I’m back and I have a smut request! Ok so Sub Randy in high school where him and (fem) reader explore their kinks a bit

Right on time for Kinktober!!! Yes! I've been having writers block so this may cure it.

Experiment

Randy Meeks X F!Reader

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Summary : Ask above. both characters are 18+

Warnings : language, smut, p in V, choking, restraint. Uh lot of smut.

It was like any other Friday, Randy and you would drive to school together. You'd get breakfast off the dollar menu at McDonald's. Randy would pay for the both of you. You'd eat in your car before going into school. Randy would joke around all classes with you. It was senior year and no one really cared. After school you and Randy both went to work.

Bradley's video, the only video store in Woodsboro. It was a sad excuse for a teenage hang out. But it was one of the best paying part time jobs around, give dollars an hour.

The bright lights buzzed as you restocked VHS tapes. Girls snickered at your uniform as they passed. It wasn't the dream job, but it was with Randy. You scoffed moving the cart over to Randy's cart. You bumped into the cart making his push into him. He jumped a bit before looking at you.

"Hey!" He smiled. He grabbed his cart to steady it. You grinned fiddling with the chipping rim of the cart.

"Do you wanna hang out tonight? Karen's closing up so... I figured we could leave an hour early." You suggested. Randy glanced at Bradley, "What'd he say?".

"As long as we do a bit of cleaning." You informed. He nodded processing his choices.

"Yeah, why not?" He smiled widely. You smiled back moving your cart to the aisle Infront of his. You were able to spot him through the empty shelving.

"What do you have planned for tonight?" Randy asked trying to make appropriate conversation. You smirked adding movies to the shelf.

"We could just chat."

"Oh, yeah. Gossiping is my fav." Randy overdramatized. You rolled your eyes while a smile crept out. You sighed, "You know what I meant! Besides don't act like you don't like to hear my gossip." You eyed him. He returned you a look before smiling.

"You know me too well." He stuck his face close to the shelving where he could see you. You smiled restocking movies where his eyesight was.

"Stop playing around!" Bradley called out. You looked back at him with a small nod.

"Aye Aye, Captain." Randy shouted. You rolled your eyes continuing to restock the shelf. Randy went over to your shelf and started restocking.

"What are you doing?" You whispered. He smiled widely, "My job.". You gave him a look as you continued, he went to grab movies from your cart. You grabbed his wrist stopping him, he looked up at you shocked. His eyes were wide and face red, his lips parted slightly. You dropped his wrist and continued to restock.

He smirked to himself glancing at you every other second. You tried to focus on your task as you felt your stomach knot.

9pm

You and Randy left waving bye to Karen. Randy slightly fumbled over the sidewalk trying to laugh it off. You smiled, "You're so stupid.".

"Uh-huh, well at least I'm smart enough to date you." He tried to act smooth. You shake your head unlocking your car. Randy hopped in the passenger seat waiting to flip through the radio stations. You started the car going towards your house.

"All of these stations suck." He mumbled. You glanced at him, "Maybe your music tastes suck.". He pretended to look offended as he leaned back into his seat. You grinned turning into the neighborhood, you peered over at him. He observed the neighborhood while fidgeting with his hand.

"Something wrong? You're so quiet." You snickered. He turned towards you, "Just thinking.".

"Oh no." You mumbled. He looked over at you, "what do you mean 'oh no' ?!". You smiled, "I mean Oh No!". He shook his head smiling, "I just, I was just thinking about us.". He opened the glove box peering in before closing it. You turned into your driveway parking the car. You leaned back into the seat to look at him.

"What about us?" You got worried. Randy's eyes widen noticing your demeanor changing. He leaned in close to your face, "No! Not in a bad way!".

"Oh" you relaxed a bit. He pursed his lips together thinking.

"Do... are you.. are you kinky?' He blurted. You widened your eyes looking over at him. His face was serious and he seemed nervous. You blinked, "Excuse me?".

"Well it's just... I know we had sex before but.. The way you grabbed me.." he started babbling trying to explain himself.

"Randy-" you interrupted. He looked back at you, "Yes?".

"I.. I do have kinks." You admitted. Randy nodded, "Knew it.". You glared at him, "What about you?". He went still, "I'm not sure..". You smirked, "And you want to find out if you do?". He nodded his face going red, you smile leaning into him.

"You think you can handle that?" You teased. He nodded slowly looking down at your lips. You smiled giving him a small kiss before getting out the car.

"Then let's try it.". Randy quickly fumbled out the car and followed you. You unlocked the door signaling for Randy to be quiet. You both crept towards your room, "Y/N?". You stopped, "Go!" You whispered to Randy. He quietly jogged to your room as you stood in the entrance of your hallway.

"Yes?" You managed to squeak out.

"You're home early." Your mom walked out from the kitchen. You nodded, "Yeah I got lucky.". She nodded, "Well imma smoke a cigarette on the back porch. If you need anything holler." She walked towards the back door. You went into your room closing the door and locking it. Randy sat on your bed looking at your dirty clothes pile.

"You should really clean your room." He joked. You walked towards him, "Yeah like your room is even better.". He looked up at you, his face went red as you looked down at him. His hands shakily touched your thighs, his fingers wrapped around the back of them.

"So.. uh" Randy awkwardly tried to make the silence go away. You lowered yourself onto his lap and cupped his face. His lips parted, "Do we need a safe word?" You whispered. He shook his head, "No.. I'm no pussy.".

You raised an eyebrow, he smirked leaning in to kiss you. You laid him down crawling on top of him. You continue to kiss him before sitting up on his lap.

"What do you want to try?" You smirked. He breathed heavily, "Uh, I just.. I want you to be.. in charge.". You tilted your head to the side, "You want me.. to dominate you?". You shouldn't help but smile at him, he nodded.

"Yeah.." he slid his hands up your thighs. You wiggled your hips slightly causing him to whimper. You grabbed his wrists lifting them above his head. You leaned down close to his face.

"I don't wanna hurt you..." you looked into his baby blue eyes.

"I don't mind." He smiled. You kissed him letting go of his wrists.

"I need to borrow this." You unbuckled his belt sliding it off. His eyes flickered down watching your hands. You grabbed his wrists bringing them close to your metal bedframe. His eyes widened, "Holy shit.." he whispered as you wrapped his belt around his wrists.

"This okay?" You glanced down at him. He nodded, "More than okay...". You smiled scooting off his lap, you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. He had purple boxers with a bulge pounding underneath. You bit your lip tracing it with your finger. He shivered under your touch and moved his hips up.

"Someone's eager.." you pressed down on him. He whined, you slowly pulled down his boxers. His cock sprang out pink and craving attention. You smiled rubbing your thumb over the tip.

"Fuck.." he uttered. You smiled gliding your hand down, "Please..." he Muttered.

"What do you want?" You cooed. He groaned softly, "You..".

"I'm right here, Randall." You lectured. He whined again bucking his hips up.

"I.. I need you. I want to be inside you.." he uttered. You smirked shimming out of your work clothes.

"My mom's on the back porch so you gotta be quiet..." you warned. He nodded quickly, you hovered over him looking down at his tied up body. His eyes devoured your body, he smirked.

"So beautiful..". You smiled reaching down to stroke him softly.

"Want me?" You teased. He let out a soft moan, "Yes, please.".

"Beg." You demanded. His eyes shot up at you, "What?".

"Beg for me." You repeated. He swallowed clearing his throat.

"But... I need you.." he whined moving his hips up to your core. You quickly grabbed his throat leaning down.

"This alright?" You whispered. He smirked, "Yeah..".

"Tell me how much you need me.".

"So bad.. I can't help it... I'm so horny for you. If I could fuck you at work I would. You're so sexy.. I just wanna feel how wet you are." He pleaded. You grinned and leaned in to kiss him.

" was that so hard?-" you mocked.

"Extremely" he joked. You smiled lowering yourself on him. He gasped at the feeling of being inside you.

"I have a couple rules." You mumbled adjusting to him. He grunted clenching the bet around his wrists.

"You only come when I say so." You start to explain. He whines at the first rule, "Tell me when you're close..".

"And ask for things nicely. Got it?".

"Mhm.." he nods. He bit his lip in anticipation. You smiled moving your hips in circles. He melted beneath you, "So.. good. Please undo my wrists..".

"Why?" You lifted your hips up just to slam down into him. He groaned tilting his head slightly back.

"Wanna.. wanna touch you." He breathed. You hummed in consideration, "maybe.". You began to lift your hips up and down in a rhythm.

"I need to touch you!" He rasped. You sighed leaning over to undo his wrists. He quickly wrapped his arms around your torso bringing his head to your chest.

His hands fiddled with your shift before taking it off. He smirked seeing your bra before him. He unclasped it before burying his face between them. You hummed with content as you continued to ride him. He groaned into your chest, you grasped onto his hair. You lifted his face up to look at you, his eyes flickered open.

You leaned down to kiss his forehead, he gripped his hold on you before leaning back. You balanced yourself to stop yourself from falling.

"What are you-".

He pushed his hips up into your cores continuously. You let out ragged breath trying to stress yourself. His eyes peered into yours as he thrust himself upwards.

"Randy!" You called out. He gave you a lopsided smile and you returned him a stern look.

"Don't act like you don't enjoy this." He breathed out. You bit your lip as he pounded into you over and over. His hands held your hips up squeezing into them.

"Y/N?!" Your mom called out. You sat up, "Shit!!". You fumbled off of him and to the door.

"Yeah?" You yelled back. Her voice grew closer, Randy hopped off your bed going under it. You rolled your eyes, "are you alright? I thought I heard something.". You heard Randy snicker from under the bed.

"Yeah, Mom. I was just changing clothes and tripped." You lied.

"Oh, alright.." you heard her footsteps fade away. You sighed crawling on the top of your bed. Randy popped up from the ground with a wide smile.

"Oh I just tripped" he mocked. You threw a pillow at him, "I will kick you out.". He laid beside you, "Sure you will.". You pulled the comforter over your body.

"Maybe we can continue this experiment later." You joked. He hummed looking down at you, "Yeah. I gotta get back to my house before my mom calls your mom.".

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Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter two: Wherefore Art Thou, Trollhunter?(2/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Strickler visits the Lake’s home. Y/n confronts Jim about his behaviour.

Word count: 1760

Warnings: not really but there’s a mention of animal abuse but is a lie

(Season 1 Episodes 3,4,5 and a lil of 6)

Song?: wipe your tears by Halsey

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On the walk home, Y/n thought about what Randy said. Her brain stuck on the idea why Douxie would be interested in her. They only seen each other at the other one's job and had a small chat every once in a while in the sidewalk but that wouldn’t mean he would buy strings he doesn’t need. Right? The only conclusion she could think of was that Randy was messing with her.

When she got close to her house door she heard Al low meows, she was mad.

“Al calm down!” She heard her mother scream.

She ran to the door to aid her mother. When she opened the door, the hairs on her back stood up. Her cat, Al, was stalking a man and her mother trying to pull him back.

Al is a tall and light cat but when he is angry his body becomes heavy, like he was full of bricks. Impossible to move.

Y/n put her bag down ignoring her uneasiness.

“Al, calm down!” She got close to her furry friend.

When he heard her, Al stopped and slowly went to sit by Y/n’s feet without taking his eyes from the strange man.

“I’m so sorry, Mr Strickler. I don’t know what came onto him. He’s usually so friendly!” Barbara rambled.

“Yeah, sorry. He used to be abused so he’s wary of strange men” Y/n lied.

‘He felt it too’ she thought.

Barbara furrowed her brow at her daughter. She knew it was a lie. She remembered when Y/n brought Al from the park. Little Y/n saw him hiding in a small hole and took him home. Barbara was reluctant to keep the cat but when she saw how much her children love him she couldn’t force them to get rid of him.

“It’s okay. No need to worries'' Strickler got down from the chair he was standing “The cat thinks it’s protecting it’s family”

“He” Y/n corrected.

“Oh, of course. He. My apologies” he smiled.

Y/n didn’t like him. Some kind of alarm was going off in her brain but she couldn’t do anything.

“You must be Y/n. Jim’s sister" Stickler tried to start a polite conversation. He seemed really interested in Jim but Y/n wasn’t convinced. Al wasn’t convinced either, he kept glaring at him from the other side of the room, moving his tail side to side.

The front door opened, interrupting the chat.

“Jim, I’m in the kitchen!” Called Barbara.

“Oh, you would so not believe what happened on the way home from…“

“Look who stopped by?”

“Hello, Jim” Mr. Strickler turned his stool to face Jim.

“Mr. Strickler”

“Mr. Strickler came by to congratulate you” said Y/n with a fake smile.

“Oh, that’s really…nice”

“It’s a great honor that you’ve been chosen to wield this mantle. I’ve no doubt that you’ll provee equal to the task”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were trying out for Romeo and Juliet?” Barbara served the tea she prepared.

“Wait, maybe we could back up a few steps” Jim said.

“Jim, surely you knew you’d won the part of Romeo after your breathtaking audition yesterday”

Y/n raised her brows and mouthed at her little brother “Romeo?”

“Yeah, after the audition, I had to run but… Wait, I got the part?”

“I was just remarking to your mother and sister that I’m a touch concerned about you being spread so thin, particularly in light of your new commitment to the chess club”

“Chess club??” Y/n mouthed.

“And I didn’t even think you knew how to play chess” Barbara laughed.

“You don’t” Y/n whispered.

Strickler took a sip of the horrendous tea Barbara offered him and Y/n held back a laugh.

“It’s like you have this secret life I know nothing about” said Barbara

“You have no idea”

“Atlas, too, carries the weight of the world on his shoulders…”

And then it hit her, maybe Y/n had been so lost in her own stuff that she lost focus on her little brother. Their mother works too much and Jim is too young to carry this much weight.

“Now I am charged and ready to go. To be or not to be. Right? Am I right?” Jim played with a small base.

“That’s Hamlet” Y/n said. She was not convinced.

Barbara offered more but Strickler rejected it saying that he didn’t want to overstay his welcome and before leaving, he offered his phone number to Barbara making Y/n roll her eyes.

“He has a point. There are only so many hours in the day, Jim. If your grades slip, even a little, I’m going to insist you cut back, starting with the things you do for me”

“I like taking care of you”

Y/n sighed “Mom’s right Jim”

“It’s my job to take care of you. Both of you” said Barbara looking at her daughter.

“Do you know when I was old enough to ask about dad, remember what you told me?” Jim asked.

Barbara nodded.

“You said ‘we just need to take care of each other’ That’s all I’m doing”

Y/n frowned. She didn’t like remembering her father.

Barbara didn’t say anything. She just hugged them.

“You must be starving. How about breakfast for dinner? Even I can’t screw up an omelet”

Y/n and Jim shared a look.

“Wouldn’t be so sure” Jim said.

“What?” Asked Barbara.

“Sure!” Laughed Y/n.

—

Days passed after Mr.Strickler paid a visit and Jim was getting more away. Being out so late doing God knows what and then, breaking into a museum for Toby’s chubby chaser. Something was up and Y/n had to find out what.

After coming home for a long shift, she found her mother setting the table for what can only be described as a feast. Blueberry waffles, bacon mac and cheese, shrimp cakes…

“What’s going on?” Y/n let her bag fall.

“I wanted to make cookies and I decided to make yours and mom’s favorites” Jim came out of the kitchen setting yet another plate of food on the table.

“Aha, really, what’s going on?”

“Nothing! It’s just…we all been so busy. When’s the last time we’ve really sat down and talked?”

Y/n noticed her brother’s nervousness so she played along.

—

“Oh! That was delicious. I don’t know what I do without you, kiddo” Barbara rubbed her stomach.

“For real. I think I never ate this much” Y/n smiled.

“Shrimp cakes? Gosh, I haven’t had those since…since…” Barbara tried to remember.

“Since dad made them for us?” Jim finished for her.

“I didn’t think you were old enough to remember “

Y/n could see the sadness filling the room.

“I remember enough. I remember how his beard would scratch my face when he hugged me”

She could remember that too. She could remember his smile when she called him dad for the first time. She remember him looking so happy. Until he didn’t.

“How he used to make you laugh. How he would listen Y/n played the piano even tho she knew two songs”

They laughed.

“But, most of all, how much he hurt you when he left”

They looked at him.

“Jim, where is this coming from?” Y/n asked, terrified of the answer.

“No matter what happens to me, I would never leave you like that. At least, well” he chuckles “not by choice” he got closer “I just want you to know that I’ll always love you.”

“Don’t you start that talk with me. I’m still hoping that you end close at an in-state college, like your sister” Barbara put a strand of Y/n’s hair behind her ear.

She smiled back trying to hide the fear her brother's words awoke in her.

—

It was 3 A.M and Y/n was looking at the ceiling. She couldn’t sleep after dinner. Jim was acting weird and she was scared. Something was wrong but she didn’t know what and she didn’t like that.

Y/n turned on her bed. The picture on her nightstand looked back at her: it was a picture of her, Jim and their mom at her 14th birthday. Y/n didn’t know when her actual birthday was so Barbara told her to choose any date she wanted to celebrate and she had chosen the day Barbara took her home. The three of them were so happy, even without their father, and Y/n didn’t want to lose that. She didn’t want to lose anyone else so she went into Jim’s room.

She opened the door and found Jim reading an old book:

“What are you doing?” She asked

“N-nothing! What could I be doing?” He closed the book and tried to hide it.

Y/n sighed and closed the door.

“I want to know what’s going on, Jim”

“Nothing!”

“Don’t lie! We don’t lie to each other” She felt her eyes filling with tears “I’m scared, Jim. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m your sister. I want to help you”

“You can’t help me, Y/n”

“Then, I just want to be there for you” she sat down at the foot of the bed.

“You won’t believe me” He spoke after a beat without looking at her.

“Try me” she grabbed his arm.

Jim went to the middle of his room and said the incantation:

“For the glory of Merlin, daylight is mine to command”

Y/n felt the words make a small rock in her stomach but the blinding blue light distracted her. She shielded her eyes from the light that was coming out her brother.

“Shit” she looked at the armor “That’s so cool…and so….weird?”

“I know, right?” He chuckled

“Can I touch it?” She asked with her hand already up.

“Yeah. Oh! Look!” He lifted his sword knowing her sister would go insane. She loved swords.

“No way!!” Jim could see her eyes sparkle a mile away “but what’s all this? Where did you get it from?”

Jim explained everything from the trolls to the goblins to the fight with Draal.

“Okay…that’s…a lot” Y/n said.

They were sitting on the floor with their backs to the bed.

“Yeah and I’m probably going to be destroyed after the fight” he scratched his head.

“No! I’m going to help you! Ok?” she took him by the shoulder. “I don’t know how but I will”

“Ok” he smiled. He was happy that he didn’t have to hide from his sister anymore.

[pretendfan]

{Mickey & Readers infinite mixtape}

Mickey Altieri x F! Reader

A/N: I’ve been meaning to revisit this and actually finish it, but other ideas (Timothy inspired obviously) had gotten in the way until now, so here it is Side B I hope you enjoy it and check out the songs!🖤

“Imagine being in a relationship with Mickey Altieri, from the very first meeting to the last breath it’s all here, the songs that would bind you to him and haunt you forever…there is two sides to every story.”

Warnings: 18 plus only, swearing, mentions of sex, oral sex (m receiving), p in v, cheesy af, mentions of danger, murder and death…

• Side B •

1. When you sleep - My Bloody Valentine

•Mickey watches you sleep with a small smile on his face, headphones on he didn’t manage to sleep any but it was comforting to have you in his bed beside him.

•He could stare at your face all day memorising your features, because he was officially obsessed with you, like his favourite movie the one that he could watch over and over.

•Only problem was that he wished his jock roommate Derek wasn’t here, getting rid of him was very high on his wish list, the thought makes Mickey grin to himself…all in due time.

2. Start choppin’ - Dinosaur Jr

•It’s unheard of when you find yourself losing Mickey, as in you cannot find him anywhere on campus, and when even Randy doesn’t know where he is you start to worry.

•Acting goofy sure but Mickey is acting weird his eyes keep watching your every move, like a skittish animal but he won’t tell you what’s wrong, after finding him in the theatre watching Sidney rehearse you start to feel jealous.

•”It’s not what it looks like-“

“This isn’t funny Mickey, you’ve been acting different what’s up?”

“Babe, I’m busy with classes and Derek was supposed to meet me here but I ended up chatting with Sid.” Mickey informs you with a final shrug as if that was that but you only had so many more questions left unanswered.

3. Touch me in sick - Mudhoney

•Dark alleyways have never held such appeal until right now, after leaving the bar you end up being dragged into the dark by Mickey, hands held tightly as he pushes you up against a cold brick wall.

•”I don’t think I can wait until we are back at college, I need you now.” Mickey explains hurriedly in between wet kisses as his hand travels up inside your denim skirt.

“You need to calm down-“

“I’d much rather do this.” States Mickey his warm fingers sneaking their way into your underwear, which makes a smile spread across your face as a sigh falls from your open mouth.

•When his fingers are not enough Mickey picks you up, legs wrapped around his waist as he lets you ride his cock a hand placed over your mouth, in case you screamed too loudly but the excitement alone of being caught has you reaching your end pretty quickly.

4. Fake plastic Trees - Radiohead

•Now wasn’t the time to be having this conversation but you needed to say something, Mickey was acting so distant ever since that night in the alleyway, even right now in the library together but he was somewhere else entirely.

•”Where are you Altieri?” You ask causing him to slowly look up, as if you had only just appeared and not been watching him for almost an hour, as he stared into space making you feel like you were better off elsewhere.

“Let’s not argue now.” Mickey declares in a passive aggressive tone that has you wanting to pursue this line of confrontation further.

“What time would be best for you? Stop acting as if nothing is happening and tell me-“

“Look, I need to go.” States Mickey already grabbing his trusty video camera and books as he stands to go, not even saying goodbye which leaves tears stinging your eyes angrily.

5. Master of puppets - Metallica

•Waiting for Mickey to apologise was taking longer than you thought, why was he acting so shitty around you, things had been going quite well until now.

•Leaving your dorm to get to class you are surprised to see Mickey, even more so when you notice he isn’t alone, standing by a tree a short distance away with an older woman maybe they were family or something you had no clue.

“What the fuck were you even doing spying on me?” Mickey questions angrily when you meet him for coffee, making the effort after classes no doubt, asking him who he’d been with earlier had been a very bad idea…but why?

6. Plowed - Sponge

•Laying under Mickey you watch his brown eyes scanning yours, both in his bed whilst he made up for snapping at you in the library, slow make up sex that had left a smile on your face as you forgave him for being off recently.

•No more mention of the woman he was talking to maybe it was a member of faculty, it wasn’t as if you knew every person who worked here at college, but there was sudden doubt in your mind which briefly scared you.

•”Let’s stay here forever-“

“Without food?” You joke which makes Mickey shake his head back.

“You’ve got a point, let’s shake it real quick to the cafeteria then we can come back here.” Mickey states with a smug smile.

“More sex?” You enquire with a laugh.

“Always.” Mickey deadpans with a wink.

7. Where is my mind - Pixies

•Sitting next to Randy on a bench with the weak autumn sun on your face, you notice the apprehensive look on Mickey’s favourite friend, because him saying that he needed to talk to you wasn’t strange enough.

•”Are you serious?” You ask Randy with a confused look on your face.

“Deadly.” Retorts Randy who then adds “I think you should break things off with him he’s too weird for you.”

“And you know what I need or want-“

“I want you to be safe, I don’t trust Mickey and all his obsessing over James Cameron.” Randy cuts you off with a shudder as he adds “There is sneaky, and then there is whatever Mickey is up to please just watch yourself ok?”

“I don’t need to.” You tell Randy firmly despite the shakiness in your voice.

•”Sounds to me like you’re having second thoughts.” Randy states which makes you look up from your hands which were both balled into fists.

“Is someone jealous?” You begin but then snort with a nasty laugh as you add “Of course no one could compete with Sidney so I doubt that’s happening right now.”

“Bitchy much?” Retorts Randy leaving you alone on the bench with a smile on your face that soon fades when you actually do start to feel like a huge bitch.

8. Criminal- Fiona Apple

•Yet despite what Randy or anyone else thinks you stick around with Mickey, becoming obsessed with him, even though he leaves you feeling cold you cannot get enough of the class joker who isn’t giving everyone the whole picture.

•Watching Mickey force a large knife into someone’s chest has your eyes widening, it all makes sense now, the way he acted and who he truly was were two different animals entirely.

•Instead of wanting to scream out loud and call the cops you feel a sense of calm, one you knew that should be far from your thoughts, but your boyfriend covered in someone else’s blood was pretty exciting to say the least…until he accidentally spots you gawping at him.

9. Getchoo - Weezer

•With the college wanting to go into some kind of lockdown after the latest killing, you try and keep to yourself seeing how Mickey was hiding, unless he was trying to scare you the thought makes you laugh.

•”So what do you think?” Mickey asks finally cornering you in the cafeteria, students acting like nothing had happened, life moves on.

“I think I want to know more about your little venture-“

“I can’t do that otherwise I would have to kill you.” Mickey demands with a playful lilt in his voice but the look on his face could tell another story entirely.

•This is your current dynamic until Mickey once again starts acting bored around you, despite the fact that you know about his extra curricular activities, the ones that could land him in jail for a long time but what would it take for you to tell all to the wrong person.

10. Infected - bad religion

•Mickey is fed up with all of your incessant questions this was not part of the plan, you shouldn’t even be here he was supposed to dump you weeks ago, the news makes you take a step back but you regret it cause this makes him even angrier.

“I’m going to be famous, I don’t need you all I want is for you to disappear.” Mickey sneers holding up a knife pulls from the sleeve of his checked shirt, which makes you wonder if this is it were you his next victim.

“I thought we could be a team-“

“I work better alone.” Mickey yawns as if this whole conversation was boring him half to death.

•”Asshole!” You walk off out of the room hearing Mickey follow you closely, spinning round you go to shove him but he pushes you away.

Standing right at the top of a set of stairs you lose balance, at the same time you spot Mickey wave at you as you start to fall backwards, hands flailing to try and hold something but then everything suddenly goes black.

•Mickey rushes off hiding the knife from view as he notices others gathering around your body, feeling nothing as he left you there because like he had said you weren’t a part of the plan, no hard feelings of course but he might have to speak to you again incase you went to the cops.

Late for class he skips this one with other things on his mind instead, looking to the next part of what needed to be done, the role that he played in becoming infamous which was only a couple of killings away and would be spectacular.

PJ Harvey - Rid of me (bonus track)

•Waking up in a hospital bed wasn’t how you had wanted to spend your Thursdays, learning that you’ve been unconscious for several days, a nasty fall down a long staircase would do that to you but you remembered exactly why this had happened in the first place.

•Back at college you get sympathy from friends, some asking about Mickey but you keep acting like your together with him still, let others believe you were a couple then you would soon pay him a visit and have a little chat.

•Having felt so enamoured by Mickey you were now just left feeling numb, and in want of causing him pain just like he had done you, treating you like something at the bottom of his shoe whilst you had felt love at one point…but now you knew better didn’t you?

[krueger4eva]

Top 12 LGBT Horror Characters

2. Mindy Meeks-Martin (played by Jasmin Savoy Brown) from Scream 5 and Scream IV

TW: mentions of death, stalking, murder

*spoilers for Scream (2022) and Scream VI*

What’s your favorite scary movie?

Since we’ve covered Scream on the small screen, let’s chat about this franchise from the big screen.

Since the 90s, the Scream franchise remains an iconic slasher/whodunnit series with a tongue-in-cheek commentary on the horror genre. This series is known for praising, critiquing and deconstructing famous horror tropes including the final girl archetype and the common mistakes that could make you the latest murder victim.

Yet the genre, especially the slasher subgenre, has always evolved for every generation of fans. Each passing decade can add new rules or break the old ones. Which makes your survival of a Ghostface attack much more unpredictable.

But if you’re in need of a refresher course on the evolution of horror, Mindy Meeks-Martin will luckily (depending on your amount of patience) be your instructor.

Lacking any semblance of filter, Mindy is loud, spirited and blunt as a vintage baseball bat. If you’re on her shit list, she will not hesitate to tell you to your face. Even if you’re close to her, It’s hard to tell whether she’s looking out for you or just f*cking with you.

Just ask her twin, Chad.

So she never tries to sugarcoat the danger that her, her brother, and their friends are in from the next generation of Ghostfaces, especially if that danger may come from within their circle.

With her extensive knowledge on cinema, this Woodsboro High alumni could earn a great gig as a horror hostess (assuming she lives in the next film). Perhaps, Mindy could be the next “Mistress of the Dark” in the making.

For any die-hard horror fan who’s willing to share and debate over the subject, Mindy could make an ideal travel buddy for you.

Just don’t ask her to take the subway….

Although it kind of irks me how she doesn’t always take the situation seriously, especially since people she knows personally are being attacked or murdered.

There are also times I question how close her friend group is due to the fact that they are always quick to suspecting each other of being a killer.

You guys like each other, right?

But on another positive note, Mindy’s not intimidated by a little competition as a horror expert. In fact, she is elated when she FINALLY met someone who shares her love of scary movie knowledge. Perhaps her and Agent Reed could debate which stunt actor played the best Jason Voorhees.

Unfortunately, her genre savviness aren’t enough to keep her conscious long enough to witness the Ghostface unmasking.

Don’t worry, Mindy. There’s always next time.

Now, with the burden of being a Ghostface survivor, Mindy will carry the traditional bad luck of having more random psychopaths gravitate toward her than a swarm of mosquitoes to a hospital blood bank.

But it won’t be a weight she’ll carry on her own. In the wake of these horrific tragedies, an unlikely type of family comes together, ready to face the next monster in that familiar white mask.

Uncle Randy would be so proud.

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[xprojectrpg]

This Day in X-Project - May 14

Johnny Storm & Doreen Green's birthdays.

2015: Wade leaves Dori a $200.00 Visa gift card and two packages of every kind of nut available for purchase in various stores around New York City for her birthday. Operation: Big Trouble in Little Lowtown: Kevin posts to X-Force about a pair of mysterious robberies of very specific artifacts that they’re asked to look into by Christian Kane. Clint stops in at Hooligan's on the off chance that Billy might show up, and he does. Wade and Megan meet in the garage. Angel and Rachel catch up with each other in the Danger Room.

2016: At the local drive in theater Molly and Rogue eat a lot of food. Bad pickup lines, public lewdness, and shoes make for a perfect Saturday for Clarice. Meggan makes a journal entry saying goodbye to everyone on behalf of Korvus. Jean-Phillipe makes a journal entry about the American coverage of Eurovision. Endangered Species: Miles and Bobby show Rahne, Nica, and Amara around Manhattan, but their trip is stopped short; mecha-suited Rhino, Beetle, and Vulture arrive, and Spider-Man and Generation X come to the rescue; Spider-Man takes the Rhino one on one; Nica and Bobby battle the Vulture; Rahne and Amara stop the Beetle; The battle is won, but Generation X is not happy to learn who their secret ally actually is; Miles apologises to Nica and Bobby for keeping his superhero life a secret. Logan makes a journal entry about being glad he doesn’t travel often with the new TSA stuff.

2017: Kurt finds Topaz coming back from a run, and the two chat. Kitty posts about Mother’s Day. Case File: Cat Scratch Fever: Sue and Lorna go to visit Randy Bush in jail, trying to find out more about his son, then visit his mother; Quentin, Alex, and Hope A. track down Collin’s friends; Alex posts about searching Central Park for Collin. Reed and Kurt meet outside and have an illuminating conversation.

2018: Jubilee ponders nail polish colours. Topaz and Clint experiment on the ways magic interacts with technology. Natasha texts Clint about keeping an eye out for small comforts for the chapel. Johnny asks Sue about surfing possibilities. Generation X: Demon Bear: After studying the dagger from the bear incident at the school, Amanda consults with Sharon F., Topaz and Maya and the decision is made to take it to Maya’s grandfather for safekeeping.

2019:

2020:

2021:

2022: Emma is recommended to a new cosmetologist and asks that the mansion residents not speak of it again. Jean-Phillipe posts that he and his cousin will be hosting a viewing party for the Eurovision grand final. Marie-Ange announces that France scoring higher than Germany is a win for her.

2023: Darcy mentions falling into a research hole and coming out wanting to learn how to use a set of whips. Haller asks for a new mutant pickup in Boston; Quentin responds and drafts Darcy to come with him and Madin; Darcy texts Doug from the car, deeply unimpressed with her traveling companions; in Boston, the group meets Ben Russell/Shatterstar who is reluctant to come with them but ultimately agrees; Madin and Shatterstar talk powers and swords while waiting for Quentin to finish his X-Factor Investigations work in Boston. Alani texts Kyle about chicken garden plans.

[earlyblackparade]

Ray Toro of My Chemical Romance

July 16, 2007 | Lisa Sharken | seymourduncan.com

Meet Ray Toro, guitarist with New Jersey’s red-hot alternative punk-pop rocker group, My Chemical Romance. We had the chance for a long distance chat before MCR hit the stage in Germany to support its highly acclaimed new disc, The Black Parade. In just a few short years that included lots of touring and self-promotion, MCR quickly grew from a local indie sensation to an international phenomenon with a loyal and ever-increasing fan base.

Toro filled us in on what inspired him during his formative years as a musician and detailed the gear he uses live. We also got the scoop on how MCR crafted its monstrous guitar tones in the studio and what’s in store for the group in 2007. There’s a lot to look forward to and no doubt that we’ll be hearing a great deal more from these Jersey boys. The future is looking bright and seems to hold even greater success for this very promising new band!

Which players had the greatest influence on your musical style? My two biggest influences have always been Randy Rhoads and Brian May. I was a fan of Randy Rhoads because he was one of the first players I can remember who mixed classical music with a metal and hard rock style of playing, and he did it very tastefully. It was really inspiring. “Dee” was just so moving because he wrote it for his mother and it was a classically-influenced piece. What I like about Brian May is that he views the guitar like an orchestra. His guitar playing is very symphonic. I’m just a huge fan of how he layers and harmonizes things like an arranger or a conductor. A little later, probably because of Randy Rhoads’ influence, I started listening to classical guitarists like Andrès Segovia and Christopher Parkening. I was obsessed with the way they would take classical pieces and arrange them for a single guitar with the way they have moving melody and bass lines that work together. Segovia was one of the guys who made classical guitar a respected instrument. When guitarists first started playing like that it wasn’t really looked upon as artistic. He traveled the world and was a champion for having classical guitar recognized as a concert instrument. Parkening was Segovia’s student and he carried on his legacy.

Have your listening tastes changed? Do you still listen to the music that influenced you when you started? Yes. I don’t listen to much new stuff. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a music snob. I think that I’ve always been very careful about listening to current music and being influenced by it. I’m afraid of stealing stuff from it. But there are a couple of new bands that I like, Muse being one of them. I love Muse. They have great guitar work and great songwriting. They’re one of the few new bands that I can listen to nowadays. But pretty much, I just listen to the same stuff I used to listen to when I was younger.

With older music, do you tend to pick out things you hadn’t noticed before when you listen now? Yes. That’s the best thing about music. Depending on what situation you’re in when you’re listening, you’re just in a certain head space and you’ll pick up on little things that you never heard before, especially when you’re listening to stuff like Queen or Pink Floyd. You’ll pick out things like harmonies or nuances in the guitar playing or singing, or you’ll hear little mistakes. I recently listened to Led Zeppelin and noticed that sometimes Jimmy Page’s guitar was going out of tune while they were recording, but it adds character. If you listen to “Stairway To Heaven,” you’ll hear how he’s doubling certain things on an acoustic guitar and he’s playing the same thing on an electric, and it’s panned left to right. These are things that I never used to pick up on when I was younger. But now I can hear those things and it gives me a different appreciation for the music.

When you had first heard these songs, was it on vinyl or CD? Most of the time you never could hear those very fine details as clearly on the original vinyl records as you could on remastered CDs, or even on the original version CDs. You’re right. The first time I listened to stuff like Zeppelin, Pink Floyd and Queen it was actually through my older brother and he had all this on vinyl. He was a huge influence on me and he was the one who showed me how to play guitar. He bought me my first real guitar and he introduced me to all that stuff. He introduced me to bands like Led Zeppelin, the Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, the Doors, and also Motley Crue and Metallica. So he was my gateway into guitar playing and those styles of music.

Let’s talk about your gear. What are you currently using live? Right now I’m using Marshall JCM 2000s® the DSL100 with two 1960A cabinets. I don’t use many pedals. I’m very basic. I just have a Dunlop Crybaby wah, Boss EQ pedal, Boss Pitch Shifter to do harmonies, Boss Chorus Ensemble, and Electro-Harmonix POG Polyphonic Octave Generator, which you can set up to play one octave below, an octave above, or two octaves above. You can make your guitar sound like a Hammond B3 organ when you use that in combination with the chorus pedal. It’s a really cool pedal. My main guitar right now is a Gibson Les Paul Standard that I think is either from ’91 or ’93 which I picked up while on tour. I have Seymour Duncan Phat Cat (SPH90-1) P90-style pickups in it which are the size of a humbucker. They’re amazing. I’m really psyched about them. I have another Les Paul Standard which is probably from ’93 and it has a Seymour Duncan JB (SH-4) in the bridge position and the neck pickup is whatever came on the guitar. My brother was the person who had turned me onto the JB. It was the first after market pickup I bought because he said that I had to get a Seymour Duncan JB!

What do you like most about your Duncan pickups and what types of tones do you go for with each of them? For the Phat Cats, I call it a “meat and potatoes” tone. It’s very thick and punchy, just in the right spots. I use the guitar with the JB for songs that need a little more edge and more gain. The JB has a hotter tone and more gain than I get with the Phat Cats. It works really well for songs that are a little more riffy. A lot of our older material has more riffing going on with lots of single-note picked riffs, and there’s a lot more playing. On the new stuff, the guitar parts are a bit more simple. There are more chugging power chords and things like that. I find that the Phat Cats are better for that kind of stuff and I use the JB for the more shredding songs.

How are your guitars set up? The action is not too low or too high. It’s at that sweet point. I’ve never been a fan of guitars with really low action. I know it can help you play faster, and I get that aspect of it, but you don’t feel like you’re playing. You can’t dig in. It feels almost too easy. As far as strings, I use .011-.052 S.I.T. strings. For picks, I’ve always used Dunlop black nylon 1 mm picks. I think that’s what my brother used and I’ve used them since I started playing guitar.

How do you and Frank Iero [MCR guitarist] differ as players? What are the most recognizable characteristics you each possess? I’m more of a technical player. On the records, I play all the solos. I’m more into the harmonization of parts, so the harmonized leads on the records are usually me. I guess that’s what I bring to the band and my metal influence. Frank is kind of the counter to that. He’s very rhythmic in his playing and his lines. He plays all of the octave runs and the choruses, and the counter melodies to the main rhythm parts in the verses are his. The way he writes is very linked with what the vocals are doing. He listens very closely to what Gerard [Way, MCR vocalist] is doing and he finds a way to reinforce the melodies that Gerard is singing, but he adds some of his own things to it that either harmonize with what Gerard is doing vocally or with what I’m doing. He finds a really cool way of just fitting in the mix and hitting melodies that your ear wants to hear that fills in those gaps. He’s really good at coming up with very cool melodic lines on the verses and choruses. It’s a cool relationship that we have. Technically, he plays more of the leads, in a sense, and I play the rhythms, but I’m playing more of the leads in a solo sense. It’s just very different depending on which song it is and we do whatever works best for the song.

Did your studio rig for recording The Black Parade differ much from the gear you use live? We used the guitars we play live as our main guitars in the studio. I’m not a big gearhead. I go more on feel and I’m used to the way that my guitar feels. I’m comfortable with it, so that’s what I used predominantly for the whole record, unless there were certain songs or parts that called for different tones that my guitar just didn’t sound right for. The main guitar I used was the Les Paul with Phat Cats. When we went into preproduction in Los Angeles, my DSL100 that I use live broke down. So [producer] Rob Cavallo let me borrow a 100 watt Marshall JCM 800 series head which was the loudest and ballsiest amp I’ve ever heard. Since it sounded so good in preproduction, we used it on the recording. I’m not sure what model cabinet we were running it through, but it was a Marshall. That was the main setup. On occasion when we were going for different textures, like throwing in an Electro-Harmonix Big Muff or another distortion pedal, or any other kinds of effects, we usually ran it through a Hiwatt head. That was pretty much it. We tried to stick to the basics and not get too crazy. We did use a Roland midi guitar synthesizer for all sorts of cool sounds. We used that any time there was a heavier riff on the record. We usually doubled it two octaves lower than the actual note. A lot of the stuff you’re hearing is just straight guitar tones that are very layered. On certain songs, like “The End,” which is the intro to the record, when the tone gets really heavy and the single-note riff comes in, we stacked it by tracking the lowest octave on the guitar to the highest. It’s that Brian May-type mentality of making the guitars very symphonic. Once in a while there’s a chorus pedal or a phaser, but we’re not a very heavy effects-driven band. We like to plug straight into the amp and go. Rob has a huge collection of stompboxes and that’s how we were introduced to the POG. He’s got tons of vintage guitars too, and we used a few of them. For clean verses, like on “Mama” and “I Don’t Love You,” we were using one of his Teles. I think I used one of his Strats for the solo in “I Don’t Love You.” So we did use other guitars for certain parts, but the guitars we play live were the main ones used to record.

Using your own guitars also makes it a bit easier to recreate the sounds on the record when you go out to play the songs live. Yes. And like I said, for me, the most important thing is being comfortable. Obviously, every guitar plays different and you just get used to how certain guitars feel. I think that when you’re comfortable with the guitar that you’re playing, you’ll play better.

Do you have any particular favorite tracks from the album? My two favorite tracks are “Welcome To The Black Parade” and “Famous Last Words.” “Welcome To The Black Parade” is like our “Bohemian Rhapsody.” It’s probably the most epic song on the record. I love how it came together. It’s a song that we had been writing since the start of the band, but it started out in a very different form. It started out very similar to Frank Sinatra’s “My Way,” which sounds really weird as a comparison. It was very slow and very chordal-based. The melody that Gerard would sing and just his style of singing was, well the closest thing it sounded like to to us was “My Way.” And it used to be called “The Five Of Us Are Dying.” It didn’t make our first indie record because we just didn’t have the time to finish it. We brought it back for Revenge, and it was another situation where it just wasn’t feeling right. So it didn’t make that record. Then it was one of the first things we looked at when we started writing this record. If a song didn’t work for the first or second record, we like to go back and revisit it because sometimes you just don’t have it in you to write the song at that particular time. That song had about five or six different movements and the closest thing I could relate it to is Green Day’s “Jesus Of Suburbia,” where you have all these different parts of a song which all work together. When we moved to LA to work on the record, we decided that the song still wasn’t working, so we tried adding that fast punk beat and then it felt really good. We tracked the whole thing and then Gerard felt that the lyrics weren’t saying anything to him, and neither was the chorus. So we changed a few things. What’s really cool when you write music is sometimes all you have to do is change a chord progression and that completely changes the face of the song. So we basically just changed one note in the chorus and it let Gerard go somewhere else that he wouldn’t have gone, and that’s where the hook of the song came from. I just have very fond memories of that song because it started out in a completely different form. It’s been a part of this band for five years, and it took that long to really finish the song and define what it truly was about. Then on top of that, the song was just so much fun to record with all the horns, the piano, backing vocals, and do all the layering with the parts. It was a very complex and fun song to record. Five years ago we would never have thought that the song would have ended up becoming what it did. “Famous Last Words” is another of my favorites because lyrically and musically, it’s not one of the most uplifting songs on the record. I just think the song is very powerful. It’s a little simpler than “Black Parade” in a sense, but it has those same movements. It starts out very small with just the vocal and single guitar, then it grows from there and gets to this apex, then breaks down again only to get brought back up. That was one of my favorite songs to write and record. It was written very late in the writing process, and at a very hard time. I think that the song is an example of showing things that the band went through because we went through some hard times and ended up coming out on top. When I listen to it now, it makes me think of that period in the recording process.

The band has grown so much in a short time and achieved a great deal of acclaim, particularly with this album. The band has always moved very fast, even from the beginning when it was just three of us. We’ve always found ourselves in these situations where it was “put up or shut up.” I guess it’s just our attitude and where we come from as people, and what we’ve gone through growing up. We just never quit and we work our asses off. That’s what we have always done. So things have moved fast, but for us it’s like a lifetime of work. As far as the musical side of things, I think this band tends to think one or two records ahead into the future. There was a time before we started writing for The Black Parade, when we were almost writing the album that should have come out after Revenge. A lot of the songs were similar feeling and similar sounding to what we did on Revenge, and a lot of that got scrapped once we really started writing for The Black Parade. After we had written “The End” into “Dead!,” we would rehearse them and we linked those two songs together. We knew they didn’t feel like anything we had done before. We thought that those songs raised the bar for us, and a lot of the songs that we had been writing on tour and some of the songs that were written while we were in New York got scrapped after that because they didn’t measure up. The writing process was fun because we were always trying to match what we had done the week before or even surpass it. We always try to top ourselves, and not only in albums, but also from song to song.

Has touring become more exciting for the band this time around? You spend so many months writing and recording the record, and during that time the record is just yours. It’s the band’s and just the four or five guys who worked on the recording. You sometimes play it for select people, but no one actually has a copy to take home and listen to. What’s great is that finally after six or seven months of writing and recording, the record is now out there “living” and being a part of peoples’ lives. To finally be able to play those songs live for people, it’s just the best. Our fans have been awesome and just super supportive through all of this. They’re excited to hear new stuff. But we’ve never been in this position before because when we wrote Revenge we were a very small indie band and no one was really excited for Revenge to come out. We built it up to where it got, but when that album came out there weren’t many people who were excited, and we built it from there. It was completely different from this experience where we’ve now built up a fan base and they are excited to hear the new music. So it was very nerve wracking because you want people to appreciate what you did — what you worked hard for and worked hard on. The fans have been awesome and we’re finding that they are singing the new songs louder than the older stuff at the shows. It’s that support and an over all sense from people that they really love the new record. It just feels great to go out there and play these songs for people.

What does the band have planned for 2007 and what are you looking forward to most in the coming year? We’ll be touring more and more in 2007. Right now we’re doing smaller shows just to get our feet wet and play live. We were off for so long recording that it takes a while to get back in shape and you just want to ease into it. It’s been cool to get reacquainted with the fans and reacquainted with playing live. Next year is when we’re going to step up the show a notch and bring out more production, so the shows will be bigger and the songs will feel bigger. Right now we’re playing the songs a little more stripped down than we would like, but it’s just to get reacquainted and get back into playing live. In 2007 we’re going to play a lot of parts of the world where we’ve never been before. Playing your first show in a new country is the most exciting thing, and that excitement never goes away. There are a lot of places where we haven’t played yet, so I think that’s what I’m most looking forward to.

Tell us about what you recall to have been your most memorable gig or gigs with the band so far. On this tour, the first show that we played was in Bournemouth, England. It’s a pretty cool place and that gig was awesome. We had such a great time and it was nice to get back and play real shows again. We had been doing a lot of tv and radio performances leading up to the release of the record, and then after that as well. But those performances just didn’t feel like real shows. It was maybe one or two songs, or even if we played a full set, the place was lit for tv so I couldn’t get into the vibe of those shows. So this gig in Bournemouth was the first show we played in a while where it was a real My Chem show, and it felt great to play the old songs again and to finally play the new material. The audience was really great and it was a lot of fun to get back out there. As far as past memorable gigs, we played Continental Airlines Arena in New Jersey, which was just awesome. I used to go to shows there all the time there to see my favorite bands like Metallica. My brother took me to that show and it was just incredible. To play places like that, those are the shows that usually go down in my memory as my favorites — when you have a direct connection to that venue or that city, it makes it just that much more special.

I’m sure there were a lot of hometown people there who were cheering you on. Yes. Our families usually end up being the loudest people in the crowd.

That can sometimes make you even more nervous compared to playing in front of people you don’t know. It is true because you definitely want to play your best and give them a good show. That’s usually what you’re thinking about. But it’s distracting when you’re looking out in the crowd and trying to find your family and all the people you know.

What advice would you give to other players who are trying to create their own identity in a two-guitar band? The best way to create your own style is to just be yourself. You can be influenced by what other people do and take the little bits that you like from the different players that you appreciate, but never completely cop someone’s style. Put your own flavor to it. Play what makes you feel good and that’s how you develop your own style. One of the fun things about playing with another guitarist is working on parts together. It’s kind of what music is about — working together as a team. When two guitar players can bring in what they do, make it bigger and better, learn from each other and influence each other, that’s a cool thing. Frank and I have been able to do that and we’ve kind of rubbed off on each other. It’s great to have that experience and it helps you to grow as a musician.

For the latest news on My Chemical Romance and updated tour information, visit the band’s official website at www.mychemicalromance.com.

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Tesla (TSLA) needs to be trying over its shoulder on the totally charged EVs barreling proper towards its citadel.Whereas Elon Musk's non-Twitter creation nonetheless has a stronghold on the EV market primarily based on identify recognition, market share, and manufacturing capabilities, the clear takeaway from this 12 months’s New York Worldwide Auto Present (which Tesla was not part of) is that conventional automakers resembling Ford (F), Normal Motors (GM), and Nissan (NSANY) are all gunning for Tesla's dominance and profitable revenue margins.They usually may have success at that focus on apply.Hyundai goals to steer the EV pack“Tesla who,” Hyundai Motor Americas CEO Randy Parker quipped when Yahoo Finance Reside requested about Hyundai's IONIQ 6, an EV that was named 'Automotive of the 12 months' for 2023.The spectacular specs and pricing of Hyundai's IONIQ 6 locations it in direct competitors with Tesla's Mannequin 3, the second-most-popular EV within the U.S. Hyundai's IONIQ 6 begins at $41,600 with a spread of as much as 240 miles. By comparability, the $41,990 Mannequin 3 reaches 272 miles on one cost.Hole closed.“The IONIQ 6 from a technology standpoint, you'll be able to’t do higher,” Parker crowed.And it’s that kind of Tesla mentality that’s more likely to check the EV management of Musk's EV outfit.Older automakers recognized for his or her gas-powered rides are ramping up their push into the EV market with edgy new types and enticing specs like these showcased at this 12 months's New York Auto Present, together with the Kia EV9, Nissan Ariya, Chevrolet Equinox EV, and Ram 1500 REV electrical truck.These shall be added to a category of stable EVs already available in the market like Ford's F-150 Lightning and Mach-E and the approaching Chevy Silverado.What's subsequent for TeslaTesla's Cybertruck is not even available on the market but. The corporate is reportedly engaged on a compact EV dubbed the Mannequin 2, however it's unclear when that can arrive.And extra EV fashions, not from Tesla, are coming — and quick.Story continuesS&P International estimates the EV market will develop from simply over 50 fashions immediately to 78 by year-end earlier than greater than doubling to 160 by the top of 2025.S&P International Mobility’s Tom Libby instructed Yahoo Finance in a chat that "aggressive strain is pushing OEMs to maneuver shortly,' and that Tesla's market share will ‘hold declining' consequently.The inroads into Tesla's dominance are already being felt with out query.Normal Motors offered greater than 20,000 EVs for the primary time in 1 / 4, fueled by demand for its cheaper Chevy Bolt EV, which accounted for 95% of the auto large’s EV gross sales. And in response to GM, Bolt gross sales are anticipated to soar to achieve 70,000 by the top of this 12 months.That won't sound too spectacular if you evaluate it to Tesla’s report first-quarter supply numbers, which totaled 422,875 globally. However knowledge compiled by S&P International Mobility exhibits Tesla's rivals are gaining floor.Tesla’s U.S. EV share subsequently fell from practically three-quarters of the market in January 2022 to only over half in January 2023. Inside that very same timeframe, Normal Motors' EV market share grew from 0.1% to 9.9%, and Ford’s foothold grew to eight.4%.The strain on Tesla is without doubt one of the components forcing the carmaker to slash costs once more. Tesla marked down its automobiles for the fifth time this 12 months, its newest effort to spice up demand and regain misplaced market share."On this EV arms race Tesla must defend their turf and buyer base with value cuts," Wedbush analyst Dan Ives wrote in an e mail to Yahoo Finance. "Everyone seems to be attempting to catch up. Tesla reducing costs have been the near-term ache for long-term achieve strategic poker transfer."RBC analyst Tom Narayan additionally thinks decrease costs may assist Tesla's demand concern, telling Yahoo Finance Reside that decrease costs are a "nice strategy to actually steal market share.

"Regardless of some upbeat outlooks from Wall Avenue on value cuts and the very fact Tesla's inventory has been a favourite amongst traders for the reason that begin of the 12 months, shares are nonetheless off greater than 40% up to now 12 months. That is a a lot starker decline than rivals Ford and Normal Motors, with respective one-year drops of 14% and 10%.The relative underperformance of Tesla's inventory proves some traders are its current value cuts and quarterly supply miss as an indication of hassle forward for the electrical automobile maker. And maybe an indication that mighty Tesla is dropping its grip on an business it has dominated for the final 5 years.Both approach, it will likely be electrical for traders to guess on.Seana Smith is an anchor and journalist at Yahoo Finance. Observe Smith on Twitter @SeanaNSmith. Tips about offers, mergers, activist conditions, or the rest? Electronic mail seanasmith@yahooinc.com.Click on right here for the most recent inventory market information and in-depth evaluation, together with occasions that transfer sharesLearn the most recent monetary and business news from Yahoo Finance https://guesthype.co.uk/?p=2887&feed_id=2998&cld=6436d341c42a7

[heartsfromcyber]

hello chat i possibly maybe have a crushh,,

i may be too hyperfocused on randy for him to become an actual f/o but we shall see,,

@somefunkyaxolotl knows who it is lolololol

[a-random-pillow]

Still (Running) (Waiting) (Looking): PART 2

(Tease)

Seth knew something was wrong as soon as he woke up. Something deep inside him had changed, came undone or maybe clicked into place making him feel sick and unsettled. His stomach knotted and unknotted itself, his skin felt too hot, his breathing was uneven and his eyes fell sore like he’d been crying.

Did he have a bad dream he couldn’t remember?

Seth untangles himself from his sheets and grabs his phone from his bedside table. He had gone to sleep early last night at the urging of Jey and Sami. He has taken a beating and Jey had promised he would look after Cody. But judging by all the messages in their group chat something went wrong.

He reads through hundreds maybe thousands of messages, heart sinking as he learns what happened last night.

Cody had been attacked, and not only that but they couldn’t find Cody now. They had gotten multiple different stories and locations from different members of staff, some said Cody had been moved to an earlier flight, and others said Cody had been taken to a hospital but they didn’t know which. His bus was still here according to Sami but his luggage was gone and none of the other wrestlers had seen Cody since last night.

Seth had failed, he promised Cody he would be his Shield and he failed. Cody was gone and Seth had let the bloodline win, he let Roman win. His mind begins spiraling, a endless wurlpool of haft thoughout plans, worst case scenarios and his own guilt.

Seth rushes through getting dressed, he doesn’t brush his hair, quickly brushes his teeth and grabs whatever clothes are on the floor. He sprints to meet Jey, luckily they have most of the day since they booked a evening flight.

Sami, Kevin, Jey and Randy had been up all morning looking for him but found nothing. So Seth started to try and figure out what happened to Cody.

The first thing that came to mind was Hunter, well his laptop more specifically. Their boss’s laptop would not only have access to security tapes but also travel plans, flights and even transactions if Cody put it on the company card. It’s easy enough, they have Randy to distract him while Sami and Jey keep Gurad.

Lucky for Seth, Hunter never changes his passwords so it’s easy to log in. Old man. The first thing he checks is the security footage. The angle isn’t the best, Cody’s bus is in the back of the lot and surrounded by other buses. The only real information Seth would be able to gather is if someone shows up.

He sees Dwayne and his camera crew leave followed by approximately five minutes where Cody is alone bleeding in the rain. Then Roman shows up…

Seth scratches at his soulmark as soon as he sees him appear on screen. Anger and fear simmer within Seth as he skips through the video trying to catch when Roman leaves.

Roman is Seth’s soulmate, pre-ordained to be bond for life at least if you believe the legends.

As Seth scrolls through the hours the fear begins to intensify as he realizes Roman stayed in Cody’s bus all night.

Roman wants Seth, he hates Seth for leaving him and as soulmates Roman feels entitled to Seth. (Especially since their other Soulmate clearly made the smart choice of never getting involved). Roman loves him, and Roman would do anything for him but he wants everything in return and Seth is and was never willing to give that. It’s all or nothing with Roman and Seth chose nothing. He hopes Roman isn’t using Cody as a way to get revenge on him.

Around 7:13AM when a black SUV appears outside of Cody’s bus, the windows are heavily tinted making it impossible to see who is inside. Solo and Dwayne exit the side doors answering his question of who car it was but making him worry even more. Solo and Dwayne enter Cody’s bus and a few months later exit carrying Cody’s luggage. Finally Roman leaves the bus, he has his arms wrapped possessively around Cody who looks… disoriented to say the least. Solo climbs in the left door, Dwayne takes shotgun, and Cody is guided into the back door followed by Roman. Seth assumes Jimmy is driving.

The Bloodline drive away after that and Seth tracks their car to the exit before watching it drive off towards the airport.

Seth goes back to the few frames where Cody was visible, he takes his time trying to figure out if Cody is okay looking for new bruises or oddities. Cody is wearing a old shirt and some comfy pants, his hair is messy but he’s clearly been patched up. The cut on his head was bandaged and he looks clean. Did Roman do that?

Seth watches Roman carefully as well. The tribal chief is acting strange, he seems happier and his body language toward Cody suggests fondness. He practically glued himself to Cody’s side.

Seth doesn’t know what happened last night but his mind fills in all his fears. Was Cody drugged? Did Roman hurt him? Why was Roman doing this? What were they doing to do with him now?

Seth closes the security logs before checking Cody’s travel plans. The WWE uses this so they can know if a superstar is stranded somewhere due to a delayed flight.

Seth, Jey, Sami, Randy, Cody and Kevin had all booked flights for that evening together but this log showed Cody had been moved to an early flight on a whole different airline.

Seth quickly checks Solo’s, Jimmy’s and Roman’s profile and as he expected they are all booked on the same flight.

There are no strange transactions on Cody’s card but that does little to soothe him. According to the log Cody and The Bloodline’s flight has already left the airport and is in transit meaning they have a few options;

1. Get on the next possible flight and start chasing these guys around the city like a bunch of looney toons.

2. Try to figure out where Roman, the bloodline and probably Cody will be staying and confront them there or…

3. Just all Roman and ask what’s going on.

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Happy Halloween!

Trick Or Treat?

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[dirtymicrowave]

normal batarou date things

[looooooooomis]

F I N A L  G I R L | F O U R T E E N

You were his final girl.  And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

masterlist here | final girl playlist here

pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader   word count: 6.4 (whoops v sorry) warnings: S M U T (18+!!!) unhinged!reader, tw: gross pervy men, unwanted advances from said pervy men, feral reader, we getting down to it. 

A/N: read the warnings pleaseeeeee. this one is a juicy one I can’t wait to hear what yall think! also just a heads up - a lot of your tags don't work so sorry if you dont get the notification when she’s outtttt x

p a r t   f o u r t e e n  |  f e r a l

The sun was warm on your bare skin as you, Tatum and Sidney squinted up at the bright blue skies above you. It had been a few hours since you’d all scarfed down as much grease as humanly possible from the burger joint in town and now that you were all on the tail end of a tequila-induced hangover, some sun was exactly what you needed.

It warmer today than it had been in a while and as the boys dispersed to throw around a football they’d found buried in Billy’s old things, the three of you decided to bask in the sun on the back porch. Between your chat with Randy and everything else crushing down on you with being at the cabin with all of your friends, you’d barely slept a wink last night - so this, being between Tatum and Sidney with nothing but the wind gently swaying through the branches in the trees and the distant sound of the boys fumbling around in the background, it was enough to lull you to sleep.

Of course, Billy fingerfucking you in the car a few hours prior didn’t hurt. It managed to create just enough melatonin to make your eyes a little droopier than before and your brain silent enough to make the idea of a nap almost possible.

Almost being the key word.

“Y/N,” Tatum’s quiet voice sliced through the gentle breeze and yanked you out of your solitude. “How do you feel about Steve Jameson?”

You blinked beneath your sunglasses as you tried to make sense of her question. Slowly, you sat up on your elbows and glanced down at your friend. “Huh?”

“Steve Jameson,” she rhymed off, popping one of her eyes open to squint up at you. “He’s on the football team. You know, tall, dark hair, green eyes. I think he used to date Jenna Wescott.”

“Yeah, I know who he is,” you frowned. “But why are you asking how I feel about him?”

She gave you a small, guilty smile. “I don’t know, just going over our options.”

You blinked stupidly. Had you fallen asleep and missed out on something? “Options?” You echoed in confusion. “What options?”

She mimicked you and sat up on her elbows. “Yeah, you know, options. As in, you’re way too hot not to be having these boys eating out of your hands, you know? It’s slim pickings back home, but might as well have your fun with them, right?”

It was almost impressive how fast you were able to go from relatively relaxed to internally panicking in a matter of seconds. Nothing about the topic of your love life made you comfortable, not when you were so intricately spun into this web of lies with Billy Loomis.

“You said it best,” you muttered, laying back down. “Slim pickings at Woodsboro High.”

“Oh, come on,” Tatum laughed, reaching over to punch your arm. “They’re not all bad.”

You glanced up at Randy, Stu and Billy briefly before shrugging. “The only three tolerable men at Woodsboro are twenty feet away from us and I’m not about to date Randy. He’s like my brother.”

Tatum grinned mischievously. “Wait, would you have dated Stu or Billy?”

“No.” You answered that way too fast; you knew you did. Sucking in a subtle breath, you shrugged and adjusted your sunglasses. “I’ve known them too long, is all.”

Sid considered your words briefly before pushing herself up into a seated position as she overlooked the boys. Crossing her legs, she leaned back on her palms and cocked her head to the side as she watched them play in silence. “You and Billy are close; you think you guys would have dated at all if him and I hadn’t started dating?”

You were doing your best to remain as blasé as possible but beneath it all, you were shitting bricks. Your heartbeat felt like it was in your throat as you mulled over your answer. Could you trust your voice not to sound panicked? Was it going to sound too high-pitched? Too low? You swallowed back your nerves and lulled your head towards her.

“I don’t think so,” you answered quietly. “Why?”

Sid was quiet for a few seconds as she watched the boys but then her brown eyes sauntered down to you as she gave you a small smile. “I always felt like there was something between you two when we were younger.”

“I think they call those hormones, Sid,” Tatum simply said. “They’re horny men who were once horny little pre-teen boys. I’m sure they wanted to hump anything with a set of tits back then.”

“Yeah,” you pushed out, feeling guilty as sin for lying straight to her face. “Besides, when we were younger, I was convinced I was going to marry Patrick Swayze, so Billy never really stood a chance by comparison alone.”

That was seemingly enough to break whatever tension Sid’s curiosity might have caused as the three of you fell into another contemplative silence before Tatum spoke again.

“So, what you’re saying, is that I need to find a young Patrick Swayze in Woodsboro for you?” She teased. “Because if I find one, I can’t promise I won’t have some fun with him first.”

Sitting up, you gave them a small smile and reached for some water. “If you find a young Swayze back home, I expect all three of us to have a go at him for scientific reasons.”

“I like that plan,” Sidney declared with a gentle laugh. “For science, of course.”

“What about Steve Orth?” Tatum asked with a quiet yawn as she focused on the guys. “He’s kind of brawny in a Swayze kind of way, no?”

You visibly cringed. “Pass.”

“What?” Tatum laughed. “He’s broad and he’s tall and I’ve heard through the grapevine that he’s been sniffing you out for a little while now.”

“That is not the compliment you think it is,” you muttered. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I’d rather die.”

“Why are you dying?” Stu asked breathlessly as he, Randy and Billy joined you on the porch. He was flipping the football around in his hands with a shit-eating grin on his face as his eyes swept over the three of you. “What did we miss?”

“We’re digging around for Y/N’s type,” Tatum remarked, grabbing the football out of Stu’s hands to toss back on the grass. “She’s too hot to be on the market.”

“So, you were talking about me, then?” Randy teased, taking a seat on the lounger with a tiny smirk on his face. “I’m touched, Y/N.”

You grinned across at Randy and rolled your eyes. “Shut-up.”

“Your type, hmm?” Billy asked, leaning against the railing of the porch. His eyes, those weighty brown eyes, were scraping across your face in dark amusement. It made every small hair on your body stand on edge. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

Cocky son of a bitch.

“Not Steve Orth, as it turns out,” Tatum frowned.

“Jesus Christ,” you groaned.

“Steve Orth?” That smirk was gone now as he furled his brow. “That guy’s a dick.”

His shoulders were noticeably squared at the mention of Steve and the clip in his tone was not lost on you for a second. Ever since that day where he’d punched him after seeing him flirt with you in class, Steve Orth was the one guy at the top of Billy’s shit list.

Desperate to intervene on the potentially awkward discussion and have Sidney notice her dumbass boyfriend’s lack of decorum, you quietly cleared your throat and pushed yourself up to stand up to your full height.

“How about instead of talking about my sad little love life,” you reasoned, walking past the group to grab the empty bottle of tequila out of the recycling bin. You waved it around with a small smile on your face. “We get drunk, instead?”

“Hear, hear,” Stu stood up and slung his arm around your shoulders. “We’ve got one more night up here, might as well make the most of it.” He looked around the small group and grinned as an idea popped into his head. “I think we passed a bar on the way here, let’s give that a shot tonight.”

“Did you forget we’re underage or did you get hit in the head with the football?” Tatum asked in confusion.

“Had to have been hit in the head,” you teased, slinking out from beneath his arm to take a seat beside Sid.

“Oh, come on,” he clapped his hands together in excitement. “We’re in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere - you really think these guys are going to check for ID?”

“And if they do?” Sid asked.

“Then we leave,” Stu merely shrugged. “No harm, no foul, right?”

“Why can’t we just get drunk here?” Tatum groused. “I don’t feel like getting murdered by some backwoods hillbilly.”

“Yeah, I’m with Tatum and Sid,” you shrugged. “I have no intention of starring in Deliverance 2.”

Randy grinned and snorted like a pig a few times before shrugging. “I’m with Stu on this one,” he kicked his feet out and crossed them at the ankle. “Let’s see some local flavour, shall we?”

“Come onnnnnnnnnn,” Stu drawled out, dropping to his knees in front of Tatum. “It’ll be fun, baby.”

Tatum was evidently not convinced at first, but when Stu leaned in to whisper something in her ear, the small smirk he managed to get out of her was enough to seal your fate. You didn’t quite catch what he was saying, but you heard the word tits and mouth and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, we’ve lost her, Sid.” You stood up to your full height and leaned against the railing beside Billy. “Looks like we’re going to the bar.”

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It had been an hour and half since the six of you had arrived and of that hour and a half, thirty-eight minutes of it were spent regretting ever listening to Stu Macher.  

He’d been right, of course. The makeshift bouncer didn’t so much as bat an eye at the age of any of you as you walked into the bar, but the attention you’d all managed to acquire the second you’d walked through the threshold was not lost on you, Sid and Tatum for a second.

At first, it was manageable. It wasn’t as though either of you hadn’t dealt with pervy men in the past, but when you’d denied the three shots of vodka offered to you by a middle-aged man with the name Mike stitched into the breast pocket of his work shirt, there was an obvious shift from manageable to intolerable.

Heavy glances followed the three of you everywhere and the feeling of their eyes sweeping across your body was enough to make your skin crawl. The three of you were gathered at the bar, watching the boys play pool from a slight distance in an attempt to distract yourselves from the stares of the others. It was impossible, though.

Everywhere you looked, their eyes were on the three of you. You could tell they were curious, at first, some even looked almost impressed that three young women had wandered into their bar only to sit alone, but the moment you’d turned the vodka down, the tension was overwhelming.

You felt like fresh meat and you fucking hated it.

The one man, Mike, with the yellowed teeth and deep crows-feet, was persistent. After being shot down, he was doing his best to make your stay at the bar as uncomfortable as possible with his ugly leering and every single time he’d walk by the three of you, he made sure to walk as close as possible to the point that you had to squeeze into the worn mahogany of the bar to avoid feeling him brush up against you.

It had become a game to him and his friends and with every passing moment your own anger only grew.

“The next time Stu tries to sweet talk his way into getting me to do anything for him, remind me of this exact moment.” Tatum practically growled as she glowered across at the boys and their stupid fucking game of pool.

Sid gave her a small, uneasy smile but it was obvious she felt as uncomfortable as you did as she looked over her shoulder towards the group of scowling, smirky men. “I’ll kill Stu myself for this.”

With an annoyed sigh, you took a small sip of your beer and managed to catch Billy’s cynical stare eyeing the men. Unlike Stu, who was far too immersed in kicking Randy’s ass in pool, you could tell Billy was at least aware that the three of you had managed to catch the attention of every unsavoury man in that building. And as his dark eyes danced across the room to catch your annoyed stare, you subtly gestured to the door and widened your eyes in hopes that he’d catch onto your desperation.

Your attempt was cut short, however, when Mike appeared beside you.

He smelt like stale beer and body odour and the scratchy material of his work shirt rubbed against your bare arm in a way that sent shivers up and down your spine. He was standing too fucking close and he knew it.

You kept your stare dead ahead as his eyes raked along your profile.

“I can tell you girls aren’t from around here,” he spat out. You could feel his warm breath on your cheek, taste the smell of it on your tongue as you buried your grimace into another glug of beer.

“How?” Tatum grumbled, dropping her voice so only you and Sid could hear her. “Because we’re not related to him?”

You heard his table erupt in mocking laughter from just behind you and felt your anger grow. He was making your skin crawl and your blood boil. He knew he was making you uncomfortable and he was fucking thriving on account of it.

“I think it’s best if you go back to your buddies,” you kept your voice firm, barely glancing across at him.

“You do, huh?” He swooped his head a little closer to your ear and your entire body froze as you felt him reach around to brush his dirty hands against your ass. “I think I’m fine right here, darlin’.”

You were practically seeing red.

“Get your hands off my ass and leave us alone,” you growled, gripping your beer so hard you were sure it was going to splinter off into a million tiny pieces into your palm.

“Hey, asshole,” Tatum nearly yelled. “Don’t touch her.”

He held his hands out in mock surrender but the sickly smirk on his face was revolting. “What are you going to about it?”

For the first time, you looked at him in sheer disgust just as Sid grabbed for your arm. “Come on,” she pleaded gently, “let’s go.”

You huffed out a terse breath and turned to follow Sid only to watch him reach past you in an attempt to reach for Sid’s ass. You could taste blood in your mouth from how hard you were biting down on your cheek but the second you watched him try and manhandle your friend was the moment you saw blood. Felt it boiling beneath your skin like a fever.

Snapping around, you barely had time to register the fact that you’d swung your good arm out to punch the dirtbag square in the jaw. He moved to grab onto the bar to catch himself, but that only resulted in him knocking down a few bottles of beer and tripping over the stool as he tumbled to the sticky floor beneath his feet.

But you weren’t done.

Something inside of you, that red hot anger, was all encompassing. It gripped you and guided you from all angles as you watched him fall back on his rear. You felt like a wild animal. Your heart was beating so ridiculously fast in your chest that you felt as though you weren’t in control of your own body as you lunged on top of him, straddling him as you reached for a broken piece of glass that had been shattered at some point in the commotion.

With your teeth bared, you held it against his throat as he squirmed and bucked his hips against you in an attempt to get you off of him.

But you weren’t budging.

Not with all of that anger, all of that adrenaline, still coursing through your body.

“I told you to leave us alone,” you snarled, applying enough pressure to the shard of glass to cause a few rivulets of blood to seep out of his neck. “What part of that did you not understand you short-dicked hillbilly?”

“Get off of me, you crazy bitch!” He cried out. “Get her off of me!”

You could feel yourself getting pulled off of the man as you continued to grip the shard of glass in your palm and it was only when you were standing on your own two feet that you realized it was Tatum and Billy standing on either side of you with wide eyes.

You knew people were yelling in the background, but you barely heard it over the sound of the blood rushing to your ears. It wasn’t until you were outside of the bar, surrounded by Sid and Tatum, both watching you with concern marring their faces.

“Holy shit,” Tatum’s was the first voice to slice through the adrenaline as your anger began to wane long enough to focus on your friends. “You’re like a fucking superhero, did you see that shit, Sid?”

You blinked and managed to catch sight of Randy and Stu yelling at a few patrons lining up outside of the bar just as Billy was making a beeline towards the three of you.

Sid’s quiet gasp stole your attention as she grabbed your wrist. “Shit, look at your hand,” she sputtered. In confusion, you followed her gaze only to notice that you were still grasping onto the glass hard enough for it to be buried into your palm. It wasn’t deep, by any means, but the blood was enough to make you unclench your hand.

The glass fell between you and shattered on the ground.

“Are you okay?” Billy asked with Stu and Randy on his heel.

“Does it hurt?” Sid asked, concern laced in her tone. Her eyes were glued to your hand.

“No,” you muttered honestly. “I mean, yeah, I’m fine. No, it doesn’t hurt.” You were being ushered towards the car as a few of Mike’s angry friends filtered out, following you towards Randy’s mom’s minivan.

“Is no one going to talk about how fucking bad ass that was?” Tatum asked as you all climbed into the van. You were in the backseat beside Tatum, Sid and Billy were in front of you with Randy and Stu in the front. “She really just said pow don’t touch me! Smacked the shit out of him and the fucker went down! And that thing with the glass?” Tatum was grinning as she replayed the entire thing in her head. “Very femme fatale.”

“You don’t think they’ll follow us, do you?” Randy asked from the front seat. “I mean, this is my mom’s car. If they run us off the road—”

“They’re not going to do shit,” Stu said before sticking his head out of the van as they tore off down the road. “Because they’re pussies!” He screamed.

“Are you kidding me?” Tatum laughed. “Did you see Y/N? That dipshit almost pissed himself, they’re not going to follow us.”

“Randy, do you have any napkins, or something?” Sid asked, still staring at your hand with all of the concern in the world. “Are you sure you’re not in pain?”

“I’m sure,” you affirmed with a small smile. You really couldn’t feel a damned thing.

“It’s the adrenaline,” Billy explained, grabbing the bundle of napkins. Leaning back to grab a hold of your hand, you watched him gently pad the wad of napkins on your palm before mimicking a fist “Make a fist.”

You did as you were told, but your eyes never left his. Even as Tatum continued to talk about what happened, even as Sid continued to ensure you weren’t in pain. There was something in Billy’s eyes that held your focus. It was an odd mix of anger, concern and desire but it was the latter that stole your breath. Maybe it was the adrenaline, like he said, or maybe it was the thrill of feeling that in control over a situation that almost got away from you. You’d taken back what Mike had tried stealing from you and you’d done so in a way that left the man trembling and scared.

You’d never felt more powerful in your life.

“What if they follow us?” Sid asked after Tatum had gone into heavy detail about what had happened after Randy had asked just what went down to incite such a reaction from you.

“They won’t,” Billy assured her.

“But what if they do?” She asked again.

“She’s right,” you muttered quietly. “I rattled him, and his friends seemed pissed. They might, we don’t know.”

The car was quiet for a few seconds before Billy spoke up again. “Would you rather we go home?” He was asking you. Not a single other soul in that car mattered in that moment as his dark eyes found yours. Only you.

“I sure as fuck do,” Randy’s voice was slightly nervous. “Don’t get me wrong, Y/N, that shit was hot, but I don’t want to get bludgeoned by a group of hillbillies because you shattered their ego.”

The truth was, you didn’t feel scared and you knew that was probably stupid. It was stupid. And reckless. And if those fuckers did come looking for a little revenge and stumbled across Randy’s mom’s bright blue minivan, you didn’t want to be the reason your friends potentially got hurt.

“Yeah,” you agreed with a small nod. “We probably should, just to be safe.”

Billy dipped his head once. “We’ll go to the cabin, pack up quick, then we’ll head home.”

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Billy was on fire.

From the moment he’d seen that creep slide up close to you at the bar to watching you lunge across at him, Billy felt as though he’d been lit aflame. Anger was what fuelled him towards you and that creep, but it was pure an utter amazement that kept him grounded there, watching you hold that shard of glass to his throat.

Your eyes were wild as you held him there, not once breaking contact despite the bastards relentless flailing. You were a feral animal caging in on her prey and Billy was transfixed by it.

The anger that fuelled you in those few seconds, that rage, drew him in like a moth to a flame. There was no side of you, no part of you that had gone untouched or unseen by Billy until that moment. The moment that you unleashed that fire inside of you and let the carnage of it splay through your every finger until that pervert paid for what he’d done. You were a fucking machine, this gorgeous powerhouse of a woman and, while he’d seen little glimmers of it here and there throughout your relationship, tonight was the night that cemented what he’d seen in you from the beginning.

You had a darkness in you. The same kind of darkness that swam beneath the surface of his every pore. He knew that darkness, fuck, did he know it well, so to see it seep out of you as you held that shard of glass to the sick fuck’s throat?

It was almost euphoric.

It took everything inside of him to peel you off of the man with the help of Tatum. The shithead might have deserved to die, but to die by your hand would have been an honour. To have an angel the likes of you deliver the final blow in a room full of witnesses would have been irresponsible.

He was glad, if he was being honest, that you’d wanted to go home. He needed you tonight, needed you more than his lungs needed air, and he knew he couldn’t have you the way he wanted you if you were to stay in that cabin with all of your friends.

He needed you solely to himself tonight, selfishly so.

And by the look on your face as the two of you locked eyes in the back of that fucking minivan, you needed him, too.

You’d all packed and thrown your shit inside of the van relatively fast and within an hour, the cabin was locked up and you were all on your way back to Woodsboro. Every other time he’d left the cabin with you by his side, he’d felt a pang of regret – but not tonight.

Tonight, getting home meant getting you alone and there was nothing he needed more.

Stu and Tatum were the first to be dropped off, then it was his turn. Next would be yours and then Sid’s as she lived closest to Randy. By the time he’d dropped his bag inside of his room, it was just after midnight and by the time he’d keyed the ignition of his car and zipped out of his driveway, it was 12:05. He was wasting no fucking time tonight.

Each and every single time he thought of you punching and throttling that piece of shit, he was rock hard. You had looked otherworldly standing there under the shitty lighting of that bar, but seeing you snap to it – seeing that feral side of you spark to life – it nearly killed him.

He made it to your house in no time having blown through a few stop signs on the quiet side streets and as he parked down the street and walked amongst the shadows that would take him to your house, he couldn’t help but grin to himself when he realized you were home alone.

Wasting no time at all, he walked up your familiar driveway and along the jasmine trees that framed the familiar footpath that lead to your front door. It was a scent he’d never thought twice about before you, but now one whiff of those fucking trees could transport him. He’d bathe in that scent, if he could; sweet and sensual and a little musky. Every breeze that carried jasmine within it, brought him right back to you each and every night.

Raising his hand, he knocked a few times and stepped back.

You answered within seconds and as your eyes swept across his lean frame, the smile he got out of you was enough to make him weak in the knees.

“I’d half-expected you to climb through the window tonight,” you teased, moving over to allow him inside the house. “The first thing I did was unlock it when Randy dropped me off.”

Billy grinned across at you as he closed the door behind him, locking the two deadbolts with ease as he watched your every move. “Pretty girl like you leaving her bedroom window unlocked?” Slinking his arms around your waist, he backed you into the nearest wall and smirked. “Don’t you know what kind of creeps are out there?”

Your response came in the form of a hum as you reached your hand up to give his hair a quick tug. “What if I like the company?”

Your hand fell from his hair down to his shoulder and he caught sight of the gash along your palm through his periphery. It wasn’t too deep, not deep enough to require any stiches, but the reddened area made his cock twitch as images of you wielding that shard of glass resounded in his mind. “Does it hurt?” He whispered, ghosting his lips across your outstretched palm.

You were watching him through half-lidded eyes as you slowly shook your head. “No,” you told him honestly. “Every other part of my body feels like its vibrating, though.”

“Vibrating,” he raised an eyebrow, “I like the sounds of that.”

You smacked his chest and stole a brief kiss. “Is that fucked up?”

“No,” he traced a thumb along your face. And then he leaned in so that his lips just barely touched yours before whispering, “It feels fucking good, doesn’t it?”

He kissed you then. Hard and bruising, with desperation clinging to his every move. He was kissing you with everything he had tonight, every ounce of love and admiration and awe went into that fucking kiss as he pinned you against the wall, desperate to feel you so much closer than this. Desperate to have you feel just how fucking much he needed you.

He kissed your lips, your cheeks, your neck, any inch of you he could, as his hands slithered down the sides of your body. With hungry hands, he gathered the hem of your shirt in his fists, pushing it up your body until he peeled it off of you, leaving you in nothing but a pair of jeans. Your nipples were hardened peaks as he cupped them in his hands, massaging them roughly as his thumbs teased your nipples.

“How did it feel?” He whispered, ducking his head down to capture one of your tits in his mouth. His dept tongue swirled along your nipple, gently at first, inciting a quiet moan out of those perfect lips, but as he bit down, his cock twitched in agony at the guttural sound that slipped out of your mouth. “Tell me, baby.”

“So fucking good,” you moaned out, closing your eyes as your head fell back against the wall. “I was so angry; he wouldn’t leave us alone. He knew what he was doing, he wanted us scared.” Billy bit down again and nearly came as you moaned out his name. “It felt so fucking good to make him feel scared, Billy.”

Your voice was hoarse as his teeth scraped along your nipple. Your body moulded against his own so fucking perfectly, it was a form of comfort unlike anything he’d ever known.

“I needed to make him feel that kind of terror.” You said, pushing him towards the couch as you tore his shirt off. Your hands began to fumble with the button of his jeans and as you managed to yank them down his thighs, Billy kicked them off as he fell back onto the couch.

His dark eyes were on yours instantly as he watched you slink out of your own jeans and thong. God, you were so fucking perfect, standing there in the dimly lit living room stark naked. With desperate hands, he reached for your hands and gently guided you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. He could feel the heat of your cunt, feel your sopping folds, slide against his bare cock as you raked the fingernails of your good hand through his hair.

“I wanted to make him pay, Billy.” You whispered, catching his bottom lip between your teeth. “I didn’t even hesitate. I didn’t realize what I was doing until I was on top of him.”

His hands skimmed down your arms and waist and hips before giving your ass a long, firm squeeze. “That’s my girl.”

Billy craned his neck up to capture your lips as you slowly rocked back and forth on his awaiting cock. You were so wet and feeling you like this, unhinged and longing for him, was doing his head in.

He was about to grab your hips and position himself to slice into you when you began to crawl off of his body. The sudden coolness of not having you on top of him was enough to kill him but as he watched you position yourself between his thighs, looking up at him through those pretty eyes of yours, Billy could barely breathe.  

Your eyes were darker than he’d ever seen them as you settled between his thighs, your lips puffy from all of the kissing. And as your chest heaved with each shallow breath you took, your already pert nipples only hardened more so. Scraping your fingernails up his thighs, you wasted no time in licking your way up from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling your tongue around his head as your hand gently massaged his balls.

You never once looked away from him. You were watching him like he was your prey now. With hungry, half-lidded eyes, Billy watched that pretty mouth of yours take him. Slowly at first, but soon you fell into an easy rhythm as you continued to suck him off.

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath as his head fell back against the couch. For just a second, he squeezed his eyes shut as you fucked him with your mouth. The hiss that rattled from his lips was loud as it echoed out around your living room. His cock twitched and the precum that slipped down your throat as you swirled your tongue around the head of it made his entire body writhe.

He said your name like a thousand tiny prayers in the hush of your empty house. With long, nimble fingers, Billy tangled his fingers through your hair and squeezed. He knew he was going to come but he couldn’t. Not yet.

Not until he tasted you on his tongue.

His hands dropped from your hair to crawl down the sides of your neck where he cradled your head in his hands. Without a word, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a bruising kiss as he pulled you back onto the couch. Only rather than join you, rather than slice into you like he so desperately needed to, he took his position between your thighs.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this all weekend.” He simply said before burying his face in that sweet cunt.

He was a man unhinged as he tasted every inch of you and, as he looked up at you from between your thighs, that hunger, that wanton need, splayed out across every inch of your face, was a high for him. Giving your cunt one long, slow lick with the flat of his tongue, he smirked as your entire body trembled for him.

You tasted so fucking sweet as he lapped and sucked at your clit. Your moans were whiny and desperate and every inch of your skin felt like fire beneath his as he watched you squirm and cry out for him as you bucked into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around your clit, he alternated between long hard sucks to gentler laps, knowing how fucking crazy that made you.

“Billy,” you rasped out, squeezing your eyes shut. You were close, so fucking close. He could feel it. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come.”

One more long suck was what did it. He felt your entire body ride out an orgasm that tasted so fucking good on his tongue. You needed this release tonight and he needed to be the one to deliver it, needed to feel you, see you tremble and shake.

He didn’t ease up at first, he never could. He wanted to hear you scream out for him until your voice was hoarse and your body was writhing. But, knowing this night was far from over, Billy slowly released your clit with a tender kiss before leaning up to capture your lips once more.

Again, he joined you on the couch, but you wasted no time in crawling across his lap again, straddling him just like you did to that fucker at the bar. Your eyes were dark, and your smile was dangerous as you gently bumped your nose against his. Reaching down, you gave his dick a firm tug as you lined him up between your folds.

“Fuck me.” You merely said, finally lowering yourself onto him.

You were so fucking warm and so fucking wet, Billy had no hope in hell in lasting a long time. You felt so fucking good, looked so fucking beautiful as you fucked him. Your tits heaved and bounced with every bound, mesmerizing him in a way only you could.

Leaning forward, he caught your lips in a hungry kiss.

His hands trailed from your breasts and down your sides before squeezing your hips. With every bounce, he met you halfway, steering his hips up to thrust into you, slamming into your pussy as you yelped and moaned against his lips.

Slowly, your forehead fell against his. “You feel so good, Billy.” You groaned. “You fill me up so fucking good, baby.”

Something inside of Billy snapped to life in that instance. An almost primordial need bubbled to the surface as he held you there against him. That tension he’d been feeling for the better part of the weekend eased with every primitive thrust.

His mouth buried your moans as he felt that familiar knot in the pit of his stomach begin to tighten. You were both breathless and desperate to be as close to the other as humanly possible as you fucked each other on that couch.  

His hips bucked into yours one final time before he came undone inside of you. He moaned your name out, quiet and desperate, as he bit down on your shoulder. With one last shaky pump, Billy held you there, unmoving. He kissed your lips, your cheek, down your neck, and along the teeth marks now marring your shoulder blade before his eyes found yours through the darkness.

There was a shift in the air, the same one he’d felt the night he’d fucked you covered in your blood, the same one that hung over the two of you when you’d told him you wanted to act out the dream you had about the knife.

It was as though there had been a tarp shielding the ugly bits away from one another, hiding the parts that few people had truly ever seen. But, over time, little slices, here and there, began to show face, eating away at the canvas, little by little, until that darkness, the one that dwelled just beneath the surface, began to take over.

It was an opening, of sorts, tiny little tears that opened up new doors each and every single time the two of you were together. It was dangerous and reckless and now that it was out there, neither of you could get enough.

IM SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG BUT HOW ARE WE LIKING IT HEHE

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Bob Sheldon Headcanons

WARNING(S): Mentions of alcohol abuse, physical abuse, death; got angsty towards the end there god damn—

Has an older brother named Gordon who moved away to go to law school, they’re a little over 4 years apart. They were never really close, due to their father creating unnecessary competition between them since they were younger. He doesn’t like talking about him much.

Mr. Sheldon would always compare Bob to Gordon, saying that Bob “ought to be more like his big brother instead of screwing around all the time.” Overtime Bob grew to resent his old man a whole lot.

Mrs. Sheldon is a chain smoker, she tried her best to hide it from the family but eventually Bob found out. Most of the time after she gets into a fight with her husband, she locks herself in one of their bathrooms, opens the window, and silently lights a cigarette as she stews by herself. One night she forgot to lock the door and Bob walked in on her. He promised he wouldn’t tell dad.

He tended to favor his momma over his daddy, she spoiled him more and he felt she was always easier to talk to than dad.

His parents have a decent age gap, his mother being eleven years younger than his father. They’d known each other since they were kids, his dad was best friends with one of his mom’s brothers growing up.

Being spoiled rotten with tons of cash throughout life has its pros and cons. Despite always coming off as cocky and entitled, deep down bob hated being a soc. At the age of 18 he already had all the money, nice clothes, popularity, and dr*gs he could ever want, so why even try?

He had no goals for himself, didn’t want to go to college, didn’t want to work, he could really care less about all that. He had a tuff car and he was dating one of the hottest gals in school, that was all that was important to him.

He met his best friend, Randy, in kindergarten. They went to catholic school together, they’re parents even get along well. Both of their childhoods were spent visiting each other’s houses and going to family cookouts often.

His dad forced him to join a baseball league in seventh grade, even though Bob expressed he didn’t like it his dad made him stick with it for a few years. He was eventually kicked off the varsity team his sophomore year in high school for excessive drinking, along with constantly butting heads with his teammates and the coach.

The only good thing he got out of baseball was watching Cherry Valance preform with the cheerleaders at his games, that’s how their relationship started.

He’s secretly blind as a bat, but he refuses to wear glasses. Bob found out he desperately needed glasses in the third grade. once all the kids in his class seen him with those thick-brimmed, magnifying glasses it was all over. he was teased ruthlessly to the point where he just stopped wearing them and never put them on again.

“What happened to those god awful goggles, Sheldon?”

“Psh. They were fake I wore em as a joke.” 😅

^ That forced him to sit in the front of class a lot so he didn’t have to struggle as much to see the board. Even though the poor b*stard was blind the entire time, it made him used to getting called on by the teachers and chatting with his classmates. He was one of the most popular boys in town in no time.

Mr. Sheldon slowly became an alcoholic as his boys grew up. He went from one glass of scotch at night to taking a shot immediately when he wakes up in the morning and being plastered by the afternoon. Usually he’s a sluggish drunk, but god forbid he gets to drinking when he’s mad.

His old man was terrifying when he was both intoxicated and livid. He never put his hands on his wife but there have been multiple drunken episodes where he either destroyed sh*t in the house... or he’d beat Bob.

If you were to ask Bob if he would rather get hit with a belt or his dad’s hands, he would pick the belt. Even the metal part hitting him was no where near as painful as his father’s closed-fist strikes with his gold rings. If Bob had a good buzz on it numbed the pain a bit, so he tried his best to be hammered before he got home most nights.

His mother never stepped in or said anything about it, she’d clean up her husband’s mess and go to bed. The next morning the family would act as if it didn’t happen. They had to maintain their pristine reputation of course, wouldn’t want the neighborhood to know both Mr. Sheldon and his youngest son had drinking problems. Bob eventually couldn’t even stand his mom anymore. He hated them.

Mrs. Sheldon hated herself too, and her husband. She knew her baby boy was f*cked up because of them, the guilt ate away at her every day. Deep down in her heart she knew her son was drinking and causing trouble because of how he was brought up— how he was being treated at home... and she did nothing about it.

The mixture of bullies at school and his own personal bully at home molded him into being the arrogant and angry a*shole we’ve come to know. No one would be able to hurt him if he just beat them to it and hurt them first... right?

One night things got really bad, Bob’s report card came in the mail while he was out on a date with Cherry. His daddy was displeased, to say the least, 3 bold F’s sat on the paper.

“That no good son of a b*tch is lucky he ain’t home.” Mr. Sheldon spat as he slammed the report card on the dining room table, his wife visibly flinched.

When Bob got home that night he was already fired up, some greasers were trying to make a move on Cherry and Randy’s girl, Marcia, at the Nightly Double. The last thing he expected when he got home was to see his mother sweeping up broken glass while nursing a busted lip and a black eye.

They held eye contact for a long moment, neither of them said a word. His mother looked at him with so much pain, so much regret in her eyes, tears silently rolled down her cheeks. Bob turned around and left wordlessly.

He picked up a few of his friends, stopped by the liquor store, then began to look for some trouble. He immediately drove to the east side of town to look for some greasers to mess with, and after only fifteen minutes of cruising his eyes landed two younger boys from the drive-in earlier that night.

“Jackpot.” He slurred to himself as he turned his car onto the grass and pulled up to the park.

Whoever wasn’t helping Bob restrain the greaser he was drowning was beating the second boy in the grass. Every now and then Bob would pull the kid out of the water only to shove him back in almost immediately. He held him under the water, the cold liquid splashed everywhere managing to soak everyone near the fountain but he didn’t care... he couldn’t feel a thing.

The other greaser was shouting, his pals continued to egg him on as he continued swing the greaser’s head back and forth wildly under the water. He didn’t even know what anyone was saying, he wasn’t paying attention, all his focus was directly on hurting the individual in his grasp.

Red. Everything was fine until Bob noticed the water was changing colors. His ears were ringing, all he could hear was the faint sound of footsteps rapidly getting lower and lower, farther away. There was no more yelling, no more voices.

“Did I k.ill him?” He thought to himself, immediate regret and fear flooding over him.

He let go of the kids shirt and fell over with a soft thud, a sharp pain erupted from his torso. His hand lightly touched the left side of his ribs and there it was... warm, red liquid coated his fingertips after he pulled his hand away. It was then he noticed the other greaser, the tan boy frantically pulled his friend out of the water and laid him down on the cold concrete.

“P-Pony? Ponyboy?” He shook violently, his right fist held a switchblade tightly. “Oh god... what did I do... what did I do.”

Bob watched him slowly sink to the ground, his back resting against the side of the fountain as he began to sob. His eyes flickered to the unconscious kid, Ponyboy. He didn’t understand how his body went from hot to cold as fast as it did, the reality of the situation was crashing down on him like a ton of bricks, he knew he was going to die.

He looked up at the sky and took in a strangled breath before wincing in pain. To his left he noticed his flask— his dads old flask, it was his eighteenth birthday gift. The thought of his father’s proud face as he handed it to him that day made Bob sick. He reached for it, the cold metal on his palm soothed him a bit. He weakly unscrewed the cap and went to take a sip, only to realize it was empty. Johnny watched him the entire time with a horrified gaze, but Bob didn’t seem to notice.

“Damn... that’s a shame.” The Soc grumbled to himself.

He tossed it, making it land a few feet away in the grass. His attention returned to the starry sky, a light feeling crept its way in his chest. He couldn’t tell if that was just him dying or if it was something else, but after eighteen years of being in this world his finally took the time to stop and look at how beautiful the sky was for the first and last time. He was scared, he didn’t want to go so soon, yet at the same time... he was relieved.

“Wow...” Bob sighed, “Ain’t this something else.”

His vision began to blur, tears— or was that also death? He felt the salty streams creep past his eyelids and run down the corners of his eyes. He was ready.

With one final breath, he passed away. His eyes never closed, he died looking at the stars.