#just laying there after trying not to say ‘I still got it’ like a randy old man

[yeetlegay]

TMI but after almost 7 months of having to be super careful with my hip, last night I was FINALLY able to return to my pre-car accident levels of strap game

[haveihitanerve]

Four Times the Batkids Forget They're Adopted, and The One Time Damian Forgets He Isn't

It had started off as a joke, as most things do, and Dick meant nothing behind it, really. It was amusing to him, actually, to tell his coworkers things about Batman and pass it off as his father. “Oh my dad? Yeah hes not big on talking. He loves showing me he cares though.” (this was, of course, in reference to Batman doing three back flips and a kick split when Nightwing had patrolled with him the other day, a classic Nightwing move) But it soon…went deeper. Dick stopped making jokes out of it, and actually began listing things about Bruce. About his Dad. It didn't help that his police friends were actually interested. “So did you and the old man do anything fun over the weekend?” Dick thought back to how he had wanted to surprise Bruce by stopping by for dinner and instead had ended up in the sewer eating granola bars on a stakeout for killer croc, who had escaped. Again. “Oh yeah we had a picnic.” Dick nodded, smiling at Randy. “Yeah. He’s, he’s kinda bad at remembering when to eat a meal on time and all that.” Dick laughed. “Its something I share too. Must be genetics.” He rolled his eyes. Randy laughed, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “I hear you. My old man smoked all the live long day. I try to keep it down, but that addiction gene is just strong eh?” Dick chuckled. “Yeah I guess.” His phone buzzed in his pocket and he waved to Randy, turning to tug it out. It was one, simple message from Babs. “Ur adopted genius. What genes.” 

Jason didn't even know how they had gotten on the topic. But here they were. “Yes. I got my mothers hair, of course, but I get my temper from my father.” Artemis was saying. “I have parents.” Bizarro grunted. Roy laughed, smacking him on the shoulder. “Well you certainly didn't get Kal’s looks buddy. But you do have his killer hair.” Starfire laughed. “That is true. I, for one, share my parents hair and have my fathers powers. But truly the best gene I was given were my mothers eyes.” They all turned to Jason. “What about you?” Roy asked. Jason scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, I used to have my dads eyes but um after the pit y'know,” He waved to his now green eyes. “And actually I have my dads dark black hair, and he’s graying early too, which might be why my white streak is so prominent.” They nodded in agreement. “But yeah, hes actually a little taller than me so maybe I’ll still grow a few inches but uh yeah. I don't… remember my mother enough to talk about her.” “Dang man. I wish we could meet your dad.” Roy murmured, laying a comforting hand on Jason’s shoulder. “Then we could really compare. I mean-” He laughed. “You sound like his carbon copy.” Jason frowned at his friend. “What do you mean? You’ve met Bruce?” They stared at him. “Jason,” Artemis began slowly. “Aren't you adopted?” 

Tim hunched over the information form, eyes straining to read the small print. His hand reached up to stifle a yawn and he settled for a sigh instead. It was late, but Tim needed to get the form done before he went to bed, otherwise everything would be far too stressful in the morning. He reached over and grabbed his coffee mug, a dark black cup that had a red R painted on it poorly. Bruce had made it for him a few years ago when he had first become Red Robin. He sipped it, staring down at the medical form. “Gods I hate having to do this.” He muttered, but reluctantly grabbed the thick medical binder Alfred had obligingly gotten for him when he had asked for medical records of the family. Tim did not under any circumstances, want to have to sit at the doctors office the next day and somehow lie his way through all the medical questions relating to his family history. He didn't have the time nor patience for it, and it was crucial he was given proper medical advice what with his missing spleen. “Any history of heart issues Bruce?” Tim muttered, flipping back past Martha and Thomas to Bruce’s great great great grandfather. “Nope, guess not.” Tim was halfway through the form when he realized the blood coursing through his veins wasn't Bruce’s. 

Steph rubbed a hand across her belly, staring at the monitor. “Your baby looks good Ms. Brown. They’re at the proper stage. Due in about two months. We’ll see you back here for your next check up.” “thank you doctor.” Steph murmured, sliding off the bed and dressing quickly before hurrying out to her car. The car door slammed shut behind her and she breathed, pressing her forehead to the steering wheel. Her phone buzzed. She lifted it and pressed it to her ear, hitting accept. “Hello?” “hey Steph.” Bruce’s voice vibrated through the phone. “How was your doctors appointment?” Steph gave a bitter laugh. “Everything looks good. The baby will come in about two months.” “Thats good. Thats real good.” Steph nodded, eyes closed. “You doing okay Stephanie?” Bruce asked, voice soft. “I don't know.” her voice broke and she squeezed her eyes shut, fighting tears. “I just- I’m so scared Bruce. So scared.” Bruce hummed comfortingly through the phone. “I know Steph. Its scary. And parenting, its hard.” Steph coughed out a watery chuckle. “Was that a hit?” She muttered, rubbing a hand over her face. Bruce chuckled. “No. Baby it wasn't. And just think, you’ll get to see all the firsts I didn't get with you. Their first steps. Their first wave. You might even get to hear them say mama before i kidnap- i mean adopt him or her.” Steph laughed again, and it sounded less watery. “Yeah. Well, when do kids start walking?” She asked in interest, sniffing and sitting up straight again. Bruce hummed. “Well i started walking almost immediately, but Im special.” Steph laughed. “Of course.” “alfred said i first started talking when I was around thirteen months old, and Talia said Damian was walking by ten, but she could have been lying.” Steph nodded. “Tell me more.” She whispered. Bruce obliged, happy to distract her. “Oh and whats probably going to be your favorite, babies, or at least I did, start laughing at around four months.” “laughing?” Steph gasped. “Oh Brucie!!! Thats too funny! Little chubby baby you, the future batman, laughing!” She cooed. She could almost feel his eye roll through the phone and stifled her laugh. “So yeah..” Bruce finished. “You should expect your kiddo to start walking around then. And laughing probably sooner. I would have if you'd be in my life at that time.” Steph was quiet. “Thank you B.” He hummed. “Anytime Steph. I’ll always be here to help you.” “Wait wait wait-” a new voice joined in the background of Bruce. “Are you guys serious right now?” Steph identified it as Jason. “What?” Bruce asked puzzled. “B, Stephs adopted. Her kid is as likely to walk at the same time you did as when she did!” 

“Damian?” “Go away Drake.” Damian called back, riffling through the papers. “Dami?” Tim poked his head into his younger brothers room. “Oh hey kiddo. Whatcha doing?” “I am busy Timothy.” Damian countered in annoyance, shoving the box back under his bed and moving to his desk. “What are you looking for?” Tim asked puzzled. Damian ignored him. “Dami.” “Go away Timothy.” Tim crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Come on Baby Bird. Tell me.” Damian shook his head, covering the blush on his cheeks by poking behind the desk. “Damian.” Tim’s hand was suddenly on his back. Damian jumped. Tim held up his hands in surrender. “Just tell me. I’m sure I can help you find it.” Damian sighed in acceptance, cheeks pink. “I have.. Lost my adoption papers.” He muttered, staring at the floor. But Tim didn't laugh or ridicule him. In fact, when he looked up, his brother seemed thoughtful. “Well i know me and dick and jason have them hung over our beds…” His gaze drifted to the very clearly empty space above Damians bed. “I know.” Damian jerked his head in a nod. “That is why I wished to find it.” Tim nodded in understanding. “Well, lets go look in the den. Thats where Alfred keeps all the legal stuff.” Damian trailed after his brother to the living room and watched as he opened the cabinet and pulled out three boxes. “You look through this one, I’ll search these two.” Tim ordered. Damian nodded, accepting the box. It was where Alfred found them, two hours later, broom in hand. “My dear sirs, what are you doing?” The butler asked in bafflement. “Looking for Damians adoption record.” Tim answered, nose still in some papers. Alfred looked at them. “Master Tim. Master Damian.” The two boys looked up. “Yes Alfred?” Tim asked. Alfred's face was fond and utterly confused. “Master Damian is not adopted. He is Master Bruce’s blood son.” 

@nonepizzawithleftglitter @zombiewithaflowercrown

you asked and you shall recieve!

[loupy-mongoose]

Got another long one. X3

PREVIOUS (Jamie and Cody interlude) NEXT (Not yet)

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Randy let out a huge yawn. Lying on a bed unfolded from the guest room couch, he cracked open an eye to see Akoya sleeping soundly beside him. For a bit he just lay still, letting the previous day's events fizzle back into his mind as he woke.

The room had this bed that they were sleeping on, as well as a smaller bed meant for a single person. Lav could've slept there, but for tonight she'd wanted to stick close to her parents. So, the assortment of Lindens lay together all on this fold-out bed.

Aside from the bed and couch, there was a table with a couple of small armchairs set up in a cozy corner of the room.

Randy had to admit, these two (well, probably mostly Cody) really knew how to make guests feel comfortable.

After a bit, he rolled over onto his back, groaning as his body ached.

You 'kay?

The man turned to his wife. Her eyes were blinking to alertness, clearly having just woken up.

Randy smiled at her and stretched his arms. Yeah, I'm fine. Just achy. I wonder if it's from the flight here. We're not exactly used to flying... He stopped himself from saying the next bit out loud. ~~in that way.~~

A second later, he felt a rush of relief that he'd not spoken aloud, as a light rap on the door snapped him fully awake.

Hello? It's Jamie.

Midas' head jolted up at the noise and he looked around frantically. Lavender came to attention, startled awake by the sudden activity, and Momo hopped to her feet, her eyes instantly alight with a burning fury.

Akoya gently shushed and stroked her twin children's pelts. Shhhh, shh shh. It's okay guys.

Akoya sat up, wincing as her own body protested with its own aches.

After a brief psychic check in with his family, Randy shouted to the door. You can come in. We're decent. He looked at his family's sleep-ruffled heads. Well, as decent as we were last night.

For a moment, there was silence. Then the doorknob turned and the door opened.

The red-haired women entered, a small plate with a couple donuts stacked onto it in her hand.

Jamie appeared to be in a much more relaxed state, wearing a loose sleeved shirt and her hair brushed smooth and simmering--a far cry from the windswept mess it had been when she'd left them last night.

Her eyes had a rejuvenated shine to them as she carefully waved the plate. I brought a peace offering. I thought the babies might like to try them, if they've never had donuts before.

Randy looked at his twin children and felt his heart sink. Both had their eyes fixed on their host, Momo growling as Akoya held her down, while Midas' pelt was poofed to twice it's regular size.

Jamie clearly saw the warnings as well, and stretched to place the plate on the foot of the bed without getting any closer.

But she didn't leave. She stood back, her piercing blue eyes seemingly mulling over some thought. Eventually she gave a sharp sigh. I wanted to apologize again for yesterday. It wasn't right for me to demand that of you, and it ended up scaring the little ones. And... Persim? That's your name, yeah?

The orange Mew nodded, his ears folded back uncertainly.

Jamie gave a small smile, looking at the Linden parents. I'm truly sorry for what I caused you all to go through. I... never would've expected you guys had Mews in there of all things... Let alone babies... Suddenly her eyes grew distant. Although, funny enough, Cody used to keep Pari in a bag like that. Willingly, of course.

There you go!

The adults all looked at Lav, who was holding a portion of donut. She was smiling at her little brother, who had a bit in his own hands and was tentatively licking it. His expression was conflicted, apparently torn between the enjoyment of this new sweet and the fear over the strange human smiling warmly at him.

Momo, her attention drawn to Midas as well, sniffed curiously at the bite in his hands.

Here you go, Momo. You try it too! The purple haired girl handed Momo a bite as well. But as Randy expected, her first reaction was to squish her fingers into the sweet glaze.

Akoya rolled her eyes in amusement. Hhh. That's our Momo. New food always means bath time.

The peach-colored puffball looked up at her mother and lifted her little sticky hands up to her. (Baff!)

Jamie gave a light chuckle, her eyes shining. She's a messy one, huh? At least she seems to like being bathed.

(Wan baff!)

Finish your donut first, Momo. We're not gonna bathe you just for you to get messy again! Akoya poked at the sweet lump Momo had left on the bedsheet. The little Mew scooped it up and licked it

(So are they yours, Persim?)

Perzi snapped his attention from the babies up to Jamie, startled. (U-Uh, no, not those two. Rosemary is though!)

Jamie's eyes glimmered humorously. (I take it she's the one who gave me my newest scar?) Persim lowered his head, his ears back and giving off a wave of embarrassment. The red-haired woman waved her hand dismissively. (Don't worry about it, really! Young Pokemon don't always know how to handle new locations or people. I totally understand. If biting me helps her adjust, she can keep doing it. It didn't exactly do much damage. Momo can too, if that's what it takes)

Momo lifted her head questioningly, but Randy placed his hand on her back in case she tried anything. I'd rather they learn to keep their teeth to themselves, Jamie.

Jamie nodded. I'm sure they will someday. Then, she stood up straight, as if punctuating their discussion. Now, I'm sure you all have business you'd like to do. I'll leave you to it.

She gave them a curt nod, and turned to leave the room.

Jamie, hold on a moment, please. The short woman turned to him, eyes shimmering with curiosity. Is Cody up? We... have something else important we need to tell you both, but we'd rather do it all at once.

Jamie narrowed her eyes. No, he's still asleep... I could wake him.

Randy and Akoya looked at each other once more. It's... probably better if you let him wake up on his own... He really shouldn't be half asleep for this....

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Later, the Lindens and Rennards gathered together in the living room.

Cody let out a yawn. I hear you have something to tell us? He seemed tired still, and Randy couldn't help wondering if Jamie had woken him after all.

One more time, the two parents met eyes before turning seriously back to their two hosts.

Pari suggested we tell you this, but... Nobody else can know, alright?

We are...

Not actually humans...

Before the others could respond, Randy transformed. With a hard look, Akoya followed suit.

Have... have you not seen Nico? I'm... a Mewtwo... like him.

Jamie eyed Lavender in absolute curiosity, crossing her arms before speaking.

We've... never actually met Nico... The Lindens all looked at her in surprise. Jovie talks about him, but he keeps to himself, and she's never told us what he is. Is that... like... Mew number two?

The Linden parents looked at each other.

Uh... We weren't expecting to have to explain Mewtwos...

They're...

Uh...

Well, there's only two, that we know of... Nico, and Lavender.

Both of them were experiments, created by humans, uh... messing with Mew DNA...

Cody appeared thoughtful, his expression soon turning soft. It's no wonder you want to reconnect with him, if he's the other of your kind...

Jamie, meanwhile, had paled a bit, and her eyes seemed distant. Cody looked down at her, his brows creasing in worry. Jamie? You okay?

Her gaze snapped up to him briefly before fixing back onto the Lindens. She breathed in sharply. Yeah, yeah... Just... trying to take it all in...

Randy looked at the two humans, bowing his head. We're sorry for this... oddness...

Hey, it's nice to know there are more Mews out there! Cody gave them a warm smile. Let alone a family of them! He looked at Pari, who met his eyes before nuzzling his face. She settled on his shoulder, purring as he rubbed her cheek fondly. ...I always thought Pari was one of the last, if not THE last, until I met Jovie... As far as I'm concerned, you're welcome to stay as long as you need to!

Randy smiled at him in thanks, but flicked his ear as Akoya spoke beside him, a hint of the venom from the previous day seeping into her tone.

What about you, Jamie? Are you still open to us staying?

The red-head snapped to attention, having once again lost focus on their discussion. Er--Y-yeah, yes, of course...

Randy felt a wave of uncertainty at her response, and could tell that Akoya felt the same. But nonetheless, he smiled at her. Thank you both very much! He transformed back to his human form. We'll do our best to not cause trouble... As much as the kits will allow, anyway.

Jamie looked toward Persim and the kittens, Lav having joined them as well. She turned back to Randy and smiled, though she didn't speak, and he noticed she still seemed distracted.

Cody gave them one more wide grin. It'll be a pleasure to get to know your little family!

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PREVIOUS (Jamie and Cody interlude) NEXT (Not yet)

Pari complimented Akoya specifically because she wasn't expecting to see a blue Mew, lol.

[rosemarycovet]

I fucking hate you,but I love you -Billy loomis x fem reader

summary:billy being toxic in general and being obsessive over you (reader already knows billy is one of the ghostface)

(y/n’s pov )

I was restocking shelfs when I heard stomps coming behind me it was Randy

and I just knew he was going to rant about Billy after Billy and Stu were taunting him“yo,why is leather face such a fucking dick” Randy said as he let out a groan referring to Billy as he leaned over the cashier counter

“he isn’t such a bad ass actually,he’s only here cause he ‘ran’ away cause some shit happened back home.he’s actually a dweeb” I said rambling and defending Billy with a shrug

“what happened?” Randy asked once again with a confused yet for some reason concerned look on his face

I immediately got quiet shrugging my shoulders

Randy just shrugged it off and started rambling about horror movie rules and how everyone is a suspect with all these kills going around when I felt someone eyes burning on the the back of my head

I quickly glance and see Billy glaring at me and randy as girls were trying to flirt an get his attention obviously failing as Billy kept staring at me

I just ignored it

later that night as I was doing my homework I heard tapping on my window I turn to my window seeing billy there

I get off of my bed opening my window for billy

“what are you doing here billy?”

I asked and he just shrugs

“I don’t know but if you need a reason..ten minutes can’t go past without you brushing my thoughts”

I looked at him a bit confused

Billy just stared dead at me

“seeing you with randy I don’t like that”

Billy randomly blurted out as he continued to stare at me

I just kept quiet not knowing what to say. Billy came to me grabbing my head gently and leaning my lips to his

he passionately kissed me and I kissed back I pulled him back to my bed with me and we continued making out

before Billy left he told me he didn’t want me talking to Randy anymore I didn’t think much of it but Billy probably had a good reason or he was probably just being possessive and jealous

the next day at school I was walking to second period when Randy came jogging to me trying to talk to me I just gave him a simple ‘yup’ and nodded my head to whatever he was saying when Stu came out of nowhere putting his arm around my shoulder and joked around with Randy

I walked into second period and then Billy walked in sitting next to me

the teacher was assigning partners and I just rolled my eyes in annoyance

that’s when I heard my name

“(y/n) and James”

I somewhat knew James he was one of the foot ball players I just never really paid attention to him though

James got up and walked towards me

the whole class I felt someone glaring daggers at me

James he wasn’t that bad of a partner but if I was being honest I would rather of had Billy as my partner

second period was over and I walked to the restroom when I felt someone yank my hand out to the back of the school

It was Billy and he looked mad

“why the fuck were you screwing around with Randy and other guys” Billy said angrily

“I wasn’t though” I augured back

Billy kept arguing about how I’ve been distance and let guys get to comfortable with me and argued back defending myself and telling him how he always lets girls throw themselves at him and that he’s the distance cold one not me

crazy how who makes me the happiest also makes me the saddest

Billy just kept yelling at me and trying to manipulate me

I had enough of arguing with him so I angrily walked away

I didn’t talk to Billy for the rest of the day

he was fucking with my emotions

Billy thought I turned to a bitch and it bothered me

a couple days later I was still mad at Billy

I laying down on my bed listening to music on my walk man closing my eyes when once again I heard tapping on my window

I already knew it was Billy but regardless I opened the window

I just glared at Billy as I let him in

there was an awkward silence when I finally spoke up “what do you want Billy” I said bluntly

“ you’re good at being perfect (y/n/n) and we’re good at being troubled”

I just stared at Billy as he continued talking

“you’re perfectly perfect for me cause when I hear your name I can not stop cheesing I love you so much that my heart starts beating when you leave” Billy said as his voice started raising and tensing

I continued glaring at him staying silent with and angry look on my face

“(y/n/n) i’m grieving and my heart is bleeding for you”

Billy said as he put his hand on my shoulder pulling me to his embrace

I looked up at him

“I fucking hate you” I said to Billy but we both know I didn’t mean it

“but I love you” we both said at the same tim

Billy kept holding me and spoke up once more

“Life with out you has no godamn meaning,sorry i’m passive aggressive for no god damn reason” Billy kept on rambling yet still meaning each word he meant

“(y/n/n) I love you i’m just bad at keeping my emotions bubbled,fuck i’m sorry,but if you ever consider leaving i’ll loose a couple screws in a due of time”

and I would know the real meaning of stalking he’s done it before

(flashback)

I just got done closing up the shop when a jock around my age kept flirting with me and offered to walk me home I really didn’t mind he had came to the store earlier that day asking me If I ever would consider going out with him I liked the attention considering I was single at the time.me and him walked past a dark alley when someone popped out of the dark and started stabbing the living crap out of the boy I was petrified that was my first ever encounter with ghost face It was like I was stuck in place having no control over myself I was frozen that had fucked up my evening but ghostface aka billy made sure I would never meet a guy like that jock again for christ sakes I couldn’t even remember that boys name

(end of flashback)

I never would’ve thought that Billy’s feelings could get thrown in the air like this

“even though I hate you I still love you” I said to billy and he just smirked at my remark

“I like when we hold hands” I blurted out and billy quickly held my hand laying as we laid down on my bed

“(y/n) I get jealous when I see you around guys that aren’t me and clearly want you and if I see that I might just kill him” I knew billy wasn’t lying when he said that

that night Billy held the living shit out of me promising that I would never leave him and he would never leave me

[starkbarnes-lovechild]

Might post this on AO3 at some point. Maybe. I feel like I need to. Lol.

Anyway, enjoy another Firstprince fic. :*

<3

Let yourself smile more. When you do, the world becomes brighter. At least mine does.

Henry bites his lower lip, trying to contain his smile despite what the note said. He can feel his cheeks warming up as he rereads the words.

He's been receiving these random notes for the past three months and the giddy feeling in his belly hasn't disappeared. Pez has been teasing him that this secret admirer may help him get over his little crush on Alex. It seemed unlikely at first but the more he receives these notes, the more hopeful he gets.

"Hey, Mr. Darcy!" Speak of the devil, Henry rolls his eyes, shoving the note into his pocket in the process. When he turns, he's bombarded with Alex's smile. His heart stutters at the sight, then mentally curses the stupid organ. How the fuck does the other teen still have this effect on him? "We're still on for Friday, right?"

"Yes, Alex. Our standing study session will still happen." He replies drily, his lips lifting on one side. In his periphery, he sees some of Alex's usual entourage frown in confusion.

"Cool. See you, Friday, Wilde." The asshole winks as he walks backward, likely on his way to lacrosse practice. Henry shakes his head in exasperation, watching as Alex and his clique turn the corner.

He pulls out the note from his pocket, smoothing out the paper. As he rereads the words, he can't help but smile at the short note.

<3

Sometimes I dream about kissing that mole on your upper lip. Is that creepy? Whatever. I love looking at those beauty marks. I want to trace them with my mouth and find out how you would react to my kisses.

Henry lays his palm on his chest, right over his widely beating heart. He's not sure if his secret admirer meant it to sound as sensual as it did but Henry's brain blue-screened. He has a lot of moles scattered all over his body and the idea of this person's mouth exploring his body is... doing things to his randy teenage brain.

He hears someone laugh and his eyes immediately find Alex, head thrown back with pure joy. The image of a faceless boy in his head turns into Alex's mischievous smirk as he explores Henry's body.

He doesn't know how he's still torn between painfully straight Alex and the secret admirer who clearly wants him.

<3

The way you tilt your chin up when you're trying to look tough makes me feel brave, too. I don't think you know just how inspiring you can be, sweetheart.

Henry can feel a sting in his eyes and he's not even sure why. His secret admirer didn't really say something that profound but at the same time, he did. Like any teen, Henry has a habit of comparing himself to his peers. Pez, his own best mate, has a way of lifting people up when they're down. Bea, when she was still attending the high school, formed a support group for teens turning to substance to cope. Alex got the lacrosse team to help prevent bullying by standing up for other people.

Henry does what he can, but he feels like he'll never leave a positive impact in the world. Knowing at least one person finds him inspiring is quite humbling.

<3

I love watching your face when you read Austen. You have the most beautiful expressions when you read about two people falling in love. Sometimes I wonder what your face will look like when you realize just how in love I am with you. PS. Meet me at the music room after class?

Henry swallows thickly, hands shaking as he rereads the note a few more times. The postscript is still the same. His secret admirer wants to meet him and Henry's not sure what he should do.

Part of him wants to meet this secret admirer after months of receiving these sweet notes. But another part of him is scared. What if he's wrong and the secret admirer is actually a girl? He knows most of the school is aware he's gay but some think they can turn him straight, while others are just painfully unaware.

But what if it's a boy and not he imagined him? What if he's disappointed his secret admirer isn't how he pictured? Does that make him shallow? He hates to admit it but even without trying, he's imagining Alex leaving him these little notes. It's a daft fantasy but he can't really help who he falls for.

The day crawls and Henry's patience is running thin. There's at least fifteen more minutes until the school day is over. It's the longest fifteen minutes of his life.

When the bell finally rings, Henry rushes out of his seat he's practically leaving dust in his wake. He knows the music room will be empty today. Clearly, his admirer knows it, too.

When he gets to the music room, the door is closed but he can hear someone strumming the guitar. He wonders if it's his secret admirer or someone else.

He takes a deep, fortifying breath and slowly releases it. When he enters, he doesn't immediately see who's occupying the room. The click of the door shutting behind him sounds loud in the sudden silence.

Henry doesn't move, just leans down against the closed door in case the other room occupant is not his secret admirer. He can hear the clock ticking, counting along with it; eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve. When he reaches thirteen, Alex's timid voice makes him flinch, "Hi."

"I'm supposed to meet someone here," Henry doesn't dare hope that Alex is the someone he's supposed to meet. It's simply not possible that the boy he's been halfway in love with may feel the same. But then Alex stands and makes his way to him, his brows raised in surprise. Henry can feel his heart pounding in his chest and he wonders if Alex can hear his heartbeat.

"Yeah," the other boy enunciates slowly, "me. You were meeting me."

"But..." Henry tries to grasp at words that would make a coherent sentence. "You're straight?"

"Henry," Alex says with exasperation. The smile on his face softens the blow, though. "I dated Liam for like, a month, maybe a bit longer." He's sure the younger boy is laughing at him.

"Oh." He certainly never knew that. "When?" His voice is hesitant, uncertain. He truly does not remember Alex and Liam ever dating. It had always been Liam and Spencer.

Alex's lips twitch, as if he's fighting a smile, "Fall of freshman year. We broke up because we both realized we wanted someone else."

Alex is now standing in front of him, just a foot or so of distance between them. If he raises his arm, he can take hold of the shorter man's waist. If wants, he can pull Alex into his arms and give in to the desire to kiss the other boy.

Then again, Alex is Alex and beats him to the punch.

Alex cups Henry's face, his touch is so gentle yet firm. He nuzzles the other boy's palm, swaying forward. It's hard not to get pulled in by Alex's gravity.

Henry sees the question in those brown orbs. He looks down at Alex's lips, then back to his eyes. A silent request.

When their lips finally meet, Henry finally understands what people mean when their world narrows down to a single person.

<3

Got my acceptance letter from NYU. We're moving to New York, baby! -XOXO Alex

[powderrblue]

i know where everything is (it's just the titles that got out of place)

Hadlee curled up into the blanket Beau had bought for her, suddenly struggling not to cry as she so often did.

Randy and Henrik were asleep on the couch, almost sitting up. Hadlee would say she didn't know how they could sleep like that, but after Showfall it was hard to rest anyway. She would take anything any of them could get at this point.

Hadlee herself had hardly gotten any real sleep in days. She would have rather died than admit to the shadows that had started making shapes in the edges of her vision.

Paislie hadn't said a word since Showfall had been shut down. Hadlee had started translating for him on the occasion she could find it in herself to talk.

News reporters and government officials were the worst side of that. None of the actors had been able to talk about it yet, and any answer Hadlee could give never made anyone leave her alone- if anything doing the exact opposite. Beau was the only one who could maybe have pried an honest answer from her, if only because she'd never tried to take advantage of that fact.

Most nights had been like tonight- Randy and Henrik on the couch, always touching, like they were each others' lifelines and it would mean certain death if they let go, Paislie carefully bundled away from the rest in some chair, Hadlee lying awake to keep watch from the air mattress on the floor, the family's dog coming in only after Randy was asleep.

She knew full well that nobody from Showfall would- or could- come for them here.

She knew full well that if she asked, Beau would agree to have a guard around the house.

She knew full well that this was home now and nobody would be taken away and it was as safe as anywhere could be.

It never helped.

Hadlee gently stroked the dog that had come to lay beside her as soon as the air mattress was laid out.

She'd almost asked Beau what the dog's name was a few times. Every time she changed her mind. She wondered if it would make a decent conversation starter with Maria. She spent most of her time around the dog, from what Hadlee had seen.

Beau talked to Hadlee about a lot of things, since Hadlee was usually perfectly content to listen. Humorous stories about younger Randy, about her daughter Ava, directions on simple chores around the house when she could see Hadlee needing something to do.

It was probably the only thing that had gotten Hadlee even out of bed and thinking about anything but Showfall most days.

Hadlee couldn't help but wish Beau were awake now. Her presence was comforting, in a way Hadlee couldn't explain other than it made her want to be around the older woman.

"Hal?"

Hadlee froze halfway through sitting up, scrubbing away tears she didn't know she'd been crying.

She hadn't heard Paislie's voice in what felt like years and simply hours all at once.

"Pey?"

She immediately regretted speaking, clearing her throat as she looked up to the corner chair where Paislie had been asleep.

The younger hadn't moved from his pile of blankets.

Hadlee felt herself start shaking as she stared at Paislie's motionless form.

"Not funny," she added aloud, in case he was somehow awake and doing this on purpose.

Still nothing.

Hadlee wanted to cry all over again.

She missed Paislie's voice.

Leading the dog with her, Hadlee left the room as quietly as she could. When the dog headed downstairs, she vaguely figured she wouldn't see it again until the next morning and headed into the bathroom.

That was when she heard Paislie crying.

Hadlee froze, hands gripping marbled countertop enough to hurt.

She'd just seen Paislie asleep, Paislie was fine, he was safe, he wasn't in pain.

She forced herself to look down at the blanket crumpled on the floor, breathing heavily. She hadn't had that blanket in Showfall.

-but if she'd heard Paislie talking her brain could've made up anything what if none of them were even out of there-

She felt her hands move to try to block out the sounds in the other room, to no avail.

-he'll die if she doesn't go back to him it would kill him if they tried to bring him back and she wouldn't be there-

Her throat was tight as a touch registered on her wrists right before a seeping cold.

Her stomach turned violently.

Still breathing hard, Hadlee looked down at her hands in a daze.

They were shaking and bloody -probably from the countertop, she realized.

The faucet was on, cold water dripping down onto her hands. Bile mixed with water as it drained from the sink.

Randy's voice was beside her. Whatever he was saying was too hard for her to focus on, like trying to hold the wind in the middle of a storm.

Her vision began slowly clearing, her mind regaining the ability to process what was happening.

Hadlee slowly brought up a hand of her own to sign with.

It was nudged back under the stream of water.

Randy said something else.

She didn't answer.

The room fell silent for a while afterwards. Randy didn't comment when she unceremoniously dropped to the floor, hands that didn't feel like her own picking up the blanket she'd dropped.

When Hadlee looked up, Randy looked pretty much how she felt.

He was offering her a dark hand towel, probably in case her hands bled again.

She signed a thanks before listening again and frowning. She tried a "p", then " flower". Her sign for Paislie.

"Safe. Wasn't awake when I left the room."

Hadlee knew that had probably been the case. He had been in and out of sleep almost since Showfall had been found out.

She swallowed, wincing as her throat began to ache. "Sorry."

Randy sighed with a glance into the other room at a now asleep Henrik. "Not your fault, kid. I'm the one who walked in here."

A pause. "You kinda learn how to deal with this type of thing over the years."

"Guess so," Hadlee hummed.

Randy pulled a couple of band-aids out of a drawer.

"You- you don't have to."

"Already told you, I'm the one who came in here." He paused again. "You wanna do this yourself, or-"

Hadlee wordlessly offered her hands, trying to ground herself as Randy attempted to cover the cuts and bigger bruises that were forming on her skin.

"Gonna be fine to go back to sleep?" he asked as he finished.

"Wasn't sleeping."

Randy hesitated. "Insomnia?"

Hadlee nodded, leaning back against the wall. "Something like that."

"Should I get-"

"Don't get Beau," she interrupted, trying to clutch at her blanket but letting go when it hurt again. "She's- she's done enough, don't wake her up."

"You know she wouldn't mind. She'd wanna know, believe me."

"I know."

Hadlee pointedly ignored the doubtful look cast her way.

"It's fine if we all just go back to bed," she said as lightly as she could.

"Just slow down for a minute," Randy insisted. He picked up her blanket for her and put it over her shoulders. "Don't know if you noticed, but that was pretty bad."

Hadlee glanced over at him. "Uh huh. And I threw up. And then made you fix up my hands. Don't pretend this isn't killing you."

"I helped raise two kids who were under seven years old," Randy argued.

Hadlee managed a grim chuckle. "Statement sorta kinda retracted."

The two were quiet once more. Hadlee thanked Randy in her head for not trying to carry on a conversation.

Despite the discomfort of the floor, Hadlee managed to start nodding off.

That must have been what Randy was looking for, because he gently reached over to tap her arm.

"Want some water? Otherwise we can just go try to sleep again."

Hadlee blinked for a moment before signing "sleep" to him.

As he nodded, Hadlee realized she had no idea what this would mean by tomorrow. Maybe he'd act like it didn't happen, maybe this still was somehow a dream and they'd all know she was losing her grip on reality.

Maybe it was how exhausted and sick she felt, but as she laid down against the mattress once more, she couldn't find it in herself to care.

She still fell into a fitful sleep praying to whatever was out there that it had been real. That Paislie had gotten some peace. That Randy and Henrik had gotten this chance to be together and less sad. That the actors would get a chance at actual living instead of being killed and revived from it somehow every other day.

The only thing she could think to wish for herself was for something that felt real. Showfall almost never had, and once it did, she couldn't convince herself of any other existence no matter how much she wanted to.

Maybe someday, was the last conscious phrase to float through her head as her eyes closed.

Maybe someday.

[pondering-peach]

recom!Quaritch x GN!reader

this was a headcanon that got outta hand

<<nsfw>>

Everyone keeps writing Quaritch as a hard dom but like... I'm convinced that he likes when you try to show your dominance, and even though he usually is a hard dom, sometimes he likes to indulge you.

Theres a catch though; if he isn't domming, he's a stubborn, bratty pillow princess. He'll kick back, legs splayed, hands tucked behind his head, and a wicked smirk. He'd try to keep that look on his face as you crawled up his body, but his ears would twitch when you put your hands on his stomach and lift yourself over his dick.

He loved when you rode him (hope you've been practicing ur squats- this stallion has got stamina for days); he loves watching your face twist with equal parts pleasure and pain, the way you bite your lower lip and when your face relaxes when you finally settle. His hands stay behind his head, but they're knotted in his braid to control them from grabbing you around the waist and using you to his hearts desire.

He's less disciplined when you ride reverse. Sometimes you'll feel his hands ghosting down your back, and if you look back over your shoulder he'll either meet your gaze with hunger, eyes blown wide and darkened to the colour of amber, or his head will be thrown back in ecstacy, his mouth hanging open. Little grunts will fall from his mouth whenever you drop down on his dick and his thighs will twitch beneath your hands.

He always cums with a groan deep enough to send shivers through your entire body. As soon he does, however, he takes control once again (you're insane if you thinks he's a one-and-done kind of guy).

He might flip you around and push you into doggy, your shoulders pushed into the bed as he fucks you hard and fast He'll talk to you while de does it- "This is what you wanted, isn't it? You could have had this if you had just listened to what I told you to in the first place."

You always cum untouched to the sound of his voice in your ear.

Or maybe he'll hold you close, fucking you at a much slower pace, but his dick will be so deep inside you you know that you'll be feeling it for days after. He loves how you cling to him, nails raking across his back and your face buried in his chest (he loves hickies btw- marking kink go brrrrrr).

When he does that, he'll stroke you off so you can cum together. At this point, you're 110% dumbified by his sinful pipe-layin' skills, but he's still randy like a motherfucker. If you're lucky, he'll fuck you gently this time, but thats only if you can keep yourself from whimpering his name into his skin. Likely not though, so hold on 'cause he's gonna go ham, hands gripping your limbs as he pulls you down on him. His lower lip is caught between his teeth, maybe even dripping a bit of blood from where his canines bury into the flesh (he'll gasp when you suck on his lip later, the taste of iron invading your mouth).

His whole body will clench when he cums this time, his breathing ragged as he damn near whines.

After, he will always hold you close and rub little circles on your back and lay gentle kisses across your shoulders, whispering praises in your ear- "You take such good care of me, baby," he'd say, "you're amazing."

Yea so in summary dom your Colonel.

[phlurrii]

Okay new crack theory time

Okay, so the facts that Meau hung out with humans and in their civilization once upon a time, that they had their trust betrayed by the same humans, their reaction to Randy, and the fact that they have a significant trauma with their second neck, I definitely could kind of see what happened in the last comic makes sense. But now, seeing how that trauma happened, I'm starting to think that there might've been a separate trauma to creating Noe. Maybe. I'm not entirely convinced, but I keep looking at the post where you introduced Noe's ghost-typing, and the significant glitchy effect on Noe, coupled with Meau's look of concern or surprise or some combo of those, looks like that might've been the moment Noe manifested, or Noe got corrupted. It also kind of looks a little bit like Noe jumped in front of something, now, shielding Meau. I'll come back to that point in a second.

On top of that, I'm wondering if Giratina's violent outburst didn't happen as some form of retaliation for the humans grabbing Meau's second neck. She already looked afraid and frantic, trying to get away from something. Maybe Arceus wanted to leave the humans be, and not slaughter them into extinction (don't think I haven't forgotten about the extinction event you mentioned before) but Giratina wanted to just wipe them out, humans don't just get to disrespect their own species's creator, but also that's Giratina's younger sibling.

Maybe the fight between Giratina and Arceus is so violent that it still creates some kind of extinction event, and Meau tries intervening, which might have helped create/corrupt Noe? Maybe the trauma wasn't necessarily physical in nature (as I had been assuming all this time, with their second neck, since that has extra power in it, as you mentioned in the Shadow Synergy Stone comic). Maybe seeing them fight is traumatic. However, Noe also might be an echo of something, so what if they started as some kind of defense mechanism? Maybe some of the extra attack/energy if Arceus and Giratina fought destructively went for Meau, Noe took the hit, and they became corrupted.

I hope that made sense!

(I'm also toying with the idea that Noe and Meau share a soul or have some kind of Destiny Bond going on between them, but that's a mess for another day lol)

I'm making a bigger job for myself trying to pin-point the extinction event, Noe's origins/Meau's trauma, and Giratina's violent outburst all into one event or events right after each other. I'm probably trying to connect things that are separate history beats XD

Okay I wanted to get that timeline out it before I replied to this so you would have context as well as frankly with the work you’ve put in? You deserve the damn timeline to help with the history beats X3

First bit, again the source citing actually helps me answer these and it’s phenomenal, muah, chefs kiss, anywho! There’s certainly a trauma that lead to Noe’s creation and you are correct that the second neck’s trauma, whatever it was, was not related to Noe’s appearance. However, it does still have a significant tie in to Noe and Meau’s current state.

Second bit, I have words, but these words need more time in the tea kettle before I can properly lay them out without giving things away or putting myself into a corner narratively. For now, I will say, Giratina and Arceus had very conflicting views for how to handle what the humans eventually did.

I can deny that Missingno. did not come from any sort of trauma, for Meau, relating to Arceus and Giratina. While his corruption was due to his own actions, none of which he regrets nor would go back on.

The last bit regarding sharing a soul, it’s… well, for current day… you’re on the right track.

[evalolxo]

Fiction Turned Reality

Randy Orton x OC

Part 7

summary- two wrestlers are put in a storyline and it quickly becomes real.

warnings - jealousy, small amount of fluff, submissive randy, this part sets up smut!!!!!

word count - 1.1k

kat’s pov

"is it too much?" i asked trish as i looked at myself in the full body mirror and she turned from laying in my bed on her side to looking at me.

"that dress is perfect, you're getting dick tonight" trish smirked before turning back on her side making me chuckle and shake my head.

i was wearing a dress that hugged my curves perfectly because i had a date tonight, with randy of course.

i looked at myself and adjusted some things a few more times before saying bye to trish and leaving the room, i heard a honk from a car outside while i picked up my purse and quickly shuffled to the door.

i opened the door and shut it behind me not bothering to lock it because i knew trish was still in the house.

i walked over to the car and noticed randy leaning down looking at me through the window with a smirk on his face and his hand on the steering wheel.

"hello there" he spoke as i opened the car door and got into the seat carefully trying not to let my dress ride up my thighs which randy noticed and smirked even wider.

"hi, you look good" i told him, he was wearing a white shirt buttoned up and some black trousers.

"beat me to it" he smirked and leaned in to kiss me which i obviously went in for, as we pulled away he sat fully back in his seat.

"you do look beautiful" randy stated before starting the car which made me blush and i smile at him even though he wasn't looking at me.

"thanks randy" i spoke up and he smiled and put a hand on the inside of my thigh while still driving which made my stomach do flips.

we eventually made it to the restaurant after listening to music and talking shit about people at work.

we got sat down by the waitress who was clearly trying to impress randy.

"can i take your drink order while you scan the menu?" she asked and i looked up and she was staring at randy who was looking at the menu, after a few seconds silence he looked at me confused at the silence only to see me death staring the women who he then looked up at.

she was giving him a sweet smile and fluttering her lashes at him.

"i'll just have a water" he stated looking back at the menu and she rolled her eyes obviously not happy with the result she got.

"can i please have a water too?" i asked and she turned to me annoyed and nodded before walking off and i scoffed and rolled my eyes which made randy look up at me confused.

"she totally wants you" i stated annoyed picking up my menu and after randy didn't say anything i looked at him and he was smirking at me.

"you're so jealous" he stated and i scoffed and shook my head in disbelief at the assumption and he laughed and grabbed my hand.

"don't worry i'm not going to leave you for a waitress, i'm not leaving you at all" he told me and i felt my cheeks heat up and i couldn't hide the bright smile that slapped my face.

"you better not" i chuckled and the waitress came back with our waters placing them on the table.

"enjoy, i'll come back for your food order

soon" she stated and walked off still not paying me attention and only randy.

"have you noticed how she keeps just saying order and not orders, like she's only talking to you" i huffed and crossed my arms leaning on my chair behind me and randy chuckled.

"i'm just irresistible" he stated and i rolled my eyes but smiled which made him laugh.

"damn right you are and it's annoying as hell" i giggled.

time skip

"she was such a bitch, hope you guys enjoyed your food" i mocked the waitress as randy and i walked to the car and he chuckled.

when i got to the car door he stopped me from opening it and turned me round to face him, his body was very close to mine.

"what do you want?" i joked and randy put his arms on each side of me trapping me between him and the car.

he leaned in to kiss me but quickly swerved to my cheek and left me with my eyes closed and lips pursed making me gasp in shock while he giggled and dropped his head to my neck.

"you dick!" i laughed shoving him making him laugh as he pushed himself away and i got into the car shaking my head and he laughed while getting in the other side.

"have you enjoyed your date so far?" randy asked me starting up the car and reversing while putting a hand on my thigh making me put my hand over my mouth and smile subtly.

"i have, it's been brilliant, except that bitch" i mumbled and randy shook his head while still smiling as he drove with a hand on my thigh.

"well we're going back to mine now so who knows what can happen?" randy told me and raised an eyebrow at me smirking making me smiled and shake my head knowing where he was going with this.

time skip

randy tried to unlock the door behind me as his tongue delved deeper into my mouth and he eventually got it as we burst into the house still making out.

he slammed the door behind us and he gripped the back of my thighs as he slowly slid down my body until he was kneeling in front of me.

i smirked at the sight in front of me of randy orton kneeling in front of me with his hands gripping the back of my thighs looking up at me with pleading eyes.

"tell me what it is you want" i told him as he swallowed and gripped my thighs tighter pulling me closer to him so my crotch was touching his chin as he stared up at me.

"i want you" randy told me in the most submissive voice i had ever heard in my life.

i smirked as i slowly crouched down to his level so i was kneeling in front him too, making him taller than me again.

randy slowly trailed up my body before his hands landed on each side of my neck before leaning in slowly.

our lips met and he instantly grabbed the back of my head roughly pulling me in and as i tried to pull away out of surprise he wouldn't budge forcing me to stay kissing him.

i gave in and melted against his lips making him smirk and loosen his grip on the back of my head and i didn't even bother trying to pull away.

[lunarsilkscreen]

Symbiote-Suit (Before Venom)

I remember the Symbiote-Suit from reading spider-man shorts in the newspaper, and didn't really get the full story until much later. Like every edgy-child of the 90s the Black Spider-suit was peak coolness.

The suit itself was created by artist and fan Randy Shueller. Whomst was paid 220$ for the creation, and given the opportunity to write an official storyline about it. Ultimately, Marvel didn't really go with his idea and took creative control.

When the suit first debuted, it was during "Secret Wars" (written by Jim Shooter with Mike Zeck and Bob Layton illustrating.) Secret Wars was basically Jump Force or Super Smash Bros of its time. (At the time, Arcades came close with the Marvel v Capcom series)

The symbiote was generated by a mysterious machine after Peter Parker destroyed his original suit while fighting Goku. But has seen various alternate representations such as the one with Tony Maguire in Spider-Man 2. And had a completely different storyline ever since. And is always destined to become Venom. (Who is just... A anthropomorphic self-hatred Peter has for himself.)

In the original story-line though, the Symbiote suit was this cool thing that parker could control with his mind and basically became whatever clothes he needed, abolishing his need to get dressed in alley-ways. (Yes, proto-iron-spider basically.) And had unlimited "web", which this Peter had developed himself, like Garfield's Web Shooters in Amazeballs Spidey. So this suit was primo spider-upgrade gear.

When Marvel decided Spidey needed a rebranding, or at least to return to the original suit, because "black Spiderman" didn't mean the same thing it means today... (Trying not to get canceled) The symbiote became a metaphor for Peter Parkers inability to join the two halves his life into one, and subsequent 30 year old burnout from overworking, and no vacations.

Peter Parker, and Spider-Man. And he went through a devastating breakup with MJ and all sorts of pain and anguish. And Pete blamed the suit because he felt that it was the suit's fault for his inability to finish everything he set out to do *and* feel normal.

PTSD from being a superhero, living two lives, overworking, being unable to do the things he wants to do.

And from there the Symbiote becomes this villain that was fed all of Peter's negative emotions, and double-unlucky, joins forces with his main photographer rival at his job--Eddie Brock.

And thus Venom was born. And while Venom was a good guy (most of the time) he harbored vengeance and a deep hatred towards parker and Spider-Man. Both because of the competitive rivalry *AND* birthing an evil alien symbiote thing.

I always wondered about the symbiote suit, and what character it could *have* been if this were not the case... If it wasn't destined to become Venom, especially what venom and the symbiotes are *now*.

This entire section of Spider-Lore and marvel comics which are dedicated to *extreme* edginess. Not that I *hate* them and want the comics abolished, going through different emotions by exploring the Seven Deadly Sins is a good storyline. And dare I say it; fairly important in the history of comic books.

But I still lay awake at night sometimes and wonder "What if the Symbiote Suit had a chance to not got through all that? What if the character could be something else, something not as reliant as being attached to another character?"

What if the Symbiote could've been something more as a character?

What if the Symbiote had a chance to just be a good hero instead of the anti-hero and perma-villain?

[lorecatchup]

Okay, so headcanon: that first match in 2010 was a nothing match for Dashing Cody, he was probably really rude to Seth, probably told him he's gross or whatever and then moved on and didn't think about it again, but it was a big deal for Seth, he's newly signed to WWE developmental, Cody's the son of a legend, Seth's trying to impress anyone he can, he's trying to make an impression so he can get on the main show, anyway, he goes away from it like, fully hating Cody basically, the next time they meet up it's in 2012, Cody's the Intercontinental Champion and Seth's like, this is it, I'm going to embarrass that prick, so he challenges Cody for his title (that video I sent from March, 2012) but he loses again, Cody's rude to him again, says Seth is beneath him basically (all in the video) BUT the difference is, this time Cody /notices/ him, Cody goes away from the match /thinking/ about him, so when they finally meet again (the video from Sep 2012), Cody's rude like usual but it's in a less personal and more like, pushing Seth to fight his hardest kind of way, which Seth does and Cody like, gains a respect for him, which he shows him at the end of the match, which aslo like, catches Seth way off guard, he's been hating this guy, the son of his boss who is basically his Wreslting Dad, for like 2 years lol

Okay, so after the match, after Cody drapes Seth's belt over his shoulder and pats it respectfully, he goes back to the locker room and Seth stays out to talk to the crowd (and says that Cody's the future of the business (which he never would have admitted before this match) and that he hopes he is too, which the crowd gives him a really sweet and encouraging response back) so he's feeling like, really good, he won, he's a champ, he got that crowd support, Cody showed him respect for the first time ever, so he goes back to the locker room too, maybe they're like, coverty checking each other out idk, maybe Cody says something like, backhanded?? Like kind of a compliment but also rude lol? Cody gives off the vibe of a guy who's going to be comfortable making comments, like critiquing another man's muscle definition and offering unsolicited workout advice while standing with one leg up on the bench wearing a towel or his underwear or something, like, he's that jock guy lol which is rude but that's also how he flirts lmao

but he's also still this guy underneath it all, behind all the projecting and like, defensiveness

And maybe Seth gets a little glimpse of /that/ Cody and he's like, oh, okay, maybe I understand this guy a little bit more now, I still don't like him but he's hungry for it and trying to prove something just like I am, anyway, I think they should hookup in the locker room after that fight tbh (and I just mean like, quick makeout and hand stuff in a bathroom stall or something idk) and like, think about who Cody's been with in the storyline so far, Ted, bland and dumb as hell but sweet, Drew, Hot and Scottish but still finding himself, a little insecure like Cody, but more of a passionate lay than Ted, Randy was just like, using Cody sexually which I don't think Cody enjoyed all that much, there's probably some others here and there, but the point I'm getting at is that none of them were like Seth, like, an energetic dirtbag who would comfortably fuck in a dingy public bathroom which would probably gross Cody out tbh but you know what? It's also exciting and something new, and they're still rivals and they don't exactly like each other so there's also that energy which adds to it, anyway, I think they would go their seperate ways and not really talk again for a while but they /think/ about each other

He was a punk, she did ballet, if u will

But also Cody's dad/Seth's boss who he respects a lot is at that show? And neither of them want to actually get caught? So they're quick and quiet but that also adds a level of excitement to it?

Then they can hit the showers afterward and have a kind of awkward "see ya" moment as they're leaving, maybe Cody says something genuinely encouraging to him which seems to come out of nowhere but gives Seth a reason to like, maybe give this dickhead a chance again lol

If I stick to my original [fic] idea of like, Seth eventually letting that guard down and starting to kind of genuinely like Cody behind the scenes and maybe even love him? And like, trust him? And Seth's got that big chip on his shoulder and a need to prove himself just like Cody does and maybe even some trust issues already, and then Cody is just like "peace, I'm out, later losers" and doesn't speak to Seth again until their WM 38 match but this is how they started out? Whew

[msookyspooky]

Terrible Trilogy

Part 25 pt 2

wordcount: 7,563

    Billy was the first to make a move. "...You know what? Screw this. I can't listen to this shit anymore. If I stay here any longer, I'm going to kill both of you and possibly myself at this point." He marched out the best he could, clearly forcing his leg to walk normally to save his already wounded ego. You watched him walk out, down the hall towards the back door before you heard it slam shut.

You stood there, lost for words because…In a way; maybe there was some truth to it all? You reasoned you just didn't want anyone dying unless you had to…But after this…Even you knew you could have gotten at least one head shot in when Stu peaked around the corner earlier to talk you down from shooting them.

Stu released a long exhale from his nose as he stared at you. You both stood there in silence before he spoke up. "You know…I understand why you never want to see me again. I fucked up. You just started trusting me and I scared you. I mean, yeah, it sucks you told that Detective everything. I mean, it's really screwed up man, especially considering what you did years ago but…" He sighed and ran a hand over his neck. "I don't know. I'm pissed but I'm just as pissed off at myself as I am you…I just know that I'm not the only one that feels like this and I'm sick of hearing you don't. I can't be the only one that gives a shit because you spared my life and freedom as much as I spared yours. I need you. Okay, I need you more than you need me apparently. Got it. But I think you secretly at least want to tolerate me too." He offered a slight hopeful smirk that wavered when he saw you wouldn't spare him a glance.

You didn't answer, rolling your tongue inside your cheek and looking away. Stu continued. "I…I'm…Oh shit. God, man, I'm sorry!" He exclaimed while thrusting out his arms before letting them fall to his sides. "You want me to say two words despite my pride? I will. I'm sorry for telling you I was trying to kill Randy. We all were thinking about it! Was I supposed to not name him as a suspect when everything at the time pointed directly to him?" 

You stayed silent and it seemed to eat at him as he sighed dramatically and uttered." Okay fine…Maybe I am a little… Threatened….  Peeved that you have the relationship you do with him. Do you have any idea what it's like to give your best to someone and they still pick someone that just exists over you? I know what I did and what I am but come on. Haven't I proven I changed? Is one slip up enough to cut me off forever?…And he felt like the obvious killer at the time…What more can I do?" 

You slowly looked back at him as he frowned. "Please…YN…I lost it. You want to know what changed? Why can't I kill you no matter how much I should? The threat of you actually being dead changed that. I'm not speaking for happy boy out there but when I saw you lying there, some guy with a gun over your dead body, heard you scream as he shot you…God baby, I thought you died." He visibly looked in pain. Brows up, mouth stretched back and eyes focused on you. His voice softened. "I thought the one girl I love was dead. I never want to feel like that again. I can't. I'll get caught because I'll lose my fucking mind…So I don't know about Billy but you have my word; no matter what I'm never going to make you a target again. I won't. And I'll kill Billy before he ever hurts you. No one's laying a finger on you." 

"...Yeah, but what about my family? Or my friends? Not to mention, can you honestly say you'll never lose your temper and almost kill me ever again? What if Billy wasn't there, would you have stopped yourself? Can you really give your word you won't hurt someone I care about as revenge for something I said or did? Because I don't think you can…Stu, you betrayed whatever trust I was starting to have for you." 

You stared at him, eyes flicking over his face to see if he was being genuine or not as you spoke. He went to step towards you and you instinctively took a step back. He paused mid step before staying in place. He frowned deeply before muttering in a heavy voice. "If you never want to see me again…I guess I'll leave. What more can I freaking do? It'll be like I never existed. Is that what you want?" He demanded. 

You thought long and hard before slightly nodding your head to yourself. "...I think that's for the best."

 

Stu's eyes widened in surprise before he crumbled. His blue eyes seemed brighter as he rolled his lips and looked down with his own nod, hand on his hip as he said. "Okay…Um…Okay. Got it. " He looked up at your ceiling blinking as you bit your lip before speaking. 

You unconsciously held yourself for comfort. Damning yourself for feeling bad. "...Do you think Ghostface will be back? That someone else will put on that mask and try to do what you and Billy did?" 

Stu didn't look at you, voice flat and heavy as he shrugged. "Probably…I don't know." 

You damn yourself but his words repeated in your head mingled with your own thoughts…It would never stop. You three were entangled whether you liked it or not. You and Randy would have never talked after High School had it not been for the Woodsboro murders; Hell, if it wasn't for Mrs. Loomis, you might not have ever spoken again after you moved away and he blamed you for Sidney's death. If it wasn't for Ghostface, Dewey and Gale both may not have been in your life either for the good or bad. Why would Billy and Stu be any different? Actually,  they were more entangled with you with the huge secret than even Randy or Dewey were as other survivors. It didn't mean you needed to like them or hang out with them or be near them…But you didn't need something like this happening again either. 

"Okay. This is what we're doing." You monotoned as you walked over to a notebook and pen on your side table. You sniffed and wiped your eyes before writing down a phone number."I don't want you on my property or hanging out with me ever again. I'm serious. I may only kill you if you give me no choice but bombarding my home unannounced like you did tonight might be that choice." You tore off the page and walked over to him as he looked perplexed. "So, I'm giving you this number just in case of Ghostface happening again. You list me as a different name or memorize this number. Nothing to lead back to me in anyway. That's the deal. And if Ghostface calls in that voice? You'll be my prime suspect because hardly no one has this number." 

Stu scoffed. "Oh, of course me not-" 

"Randy or Dewey?...I hate to ever admit I agree with anything from you but you're right. After Neil, the killer could be anyone. You just have more suspicion your way for obvious reasons." 

"So…No talking or texting? Not even to just make sure we're okay or something?" He asked, frowning as he took the paper and already knew the answer.

You gave him a sad, tight lipped smile as you remembered what you told him when he left your house to go back to his motel before this all happened …But time changes things; especially after what you had been through. "No, I think that will open a door and we'll be back to where we started. This is what I want, Stu." 

He stared down at you and you were surprised to see the raw emotion in his eyes. You stared up at him as he shook his head with tears springing up. "YN, please…You're all I have. I'm not asking to come over or hang out but I can't call you ever again? I can't talk to you ever?" 

You gave a slight huff seeing he definitely wasn't serious about 'leaving you alone forever.' You sucked in a deep breath and shook your head. "No, Stu." 

His lips rolled together as he frowned. It soon turned to a scowl and you instinctively felt nervous as he moved. Shoving past you before he walked over and grabbed the notebook and pen on the table. Right near your gun in its lockbox.

"Stu, what are you doing?-" 

"Giving my number." He furiously wrote it before smacking the pen down on the table. "You know, just in case you change your mind. Incase Dewey is so up Gale's narrow little ass he doesn't think you exist or Randy gets a girl as dorky as he is and suddenly she tells him he can't hang out with you anymore because you're too close." He stood back up to his full height. Eyes glossy as he held a defiant glare.

"They wouldn't…" You didn't finish your sentence as even you knew either one; with Randy so obsessed with the 'geek getting a girl' narrative and Dewey so whipped for Gale was a possibility… Or God forbid if they found out the truth. You swallowed as Stu huffed with a humorless smirk. You both stayed in place, his glare barring down on you before he spoke.

 "I'll give you what you want, YN. I'll leave you alone but just know the day you wake up and realize I'm here, it's me, it's always been me…Here's my digits." He started walking away. " If I change my number; I'll call you and only for that." 

You stopped him. "Wait…I'm gonna go unlock the garage…I want to make sure you both leave." You went to a coat closet and got out an old trench coat to put on to keep yourself warm and dry enough. You paused before getting your gun back out of its lockbox just in case and heading out into the pouring rain before hesitating. You turned to him at the door. "Hey…Before I get the door unlocked; If you want to say bye to Cherri; she's in my room. Want to see her?" 

He nodded as you went to go check on your dog with him following. It had been at least 10 to 15 minutes of her barking and worried about you.

The second you opened the door; she barreled past you to snap her teeth at Stu who nearly jumped against the wall. She barked viciously at him before you yelled at her to heel. She kept barking and trying to pin him to the wall until you snapped at her a second time to back down. She did, eyeing Stu with her neck raised as you saw the inside of your door destroyed and a bit of blood on the wood.

Stu breathed heavily, his frame against the wall as he eyed your dog. 

"Oh Cherri…Let me see." You went to her, bending down to lift her paws and see she had a tiny cut on her front foot from digging at the splintering wood. "Oh, poor baby. You hurt your paw." 

"Yeah, poor baby." He muttered sarcastically as she watched him.

You sighed and petted her head. "I'll have to check it when you guys leave." 

"I-I can help." Stu gave, catching his breath and eyeing Cherri. Swallowing hard and easing away from your wall.

"There's not much to do but clean it. She probably won't allow a bandage…And she doesn't trust you." 

You saw him falter at that before relaxing. "It-It's alright." He took a swallow before easing the tension in his body and getting away from the wall completely. "My dog once had a huge gash on the pad we had to doctor up. Her's isn't nearly as bad so…I can help. I'll just have to gain her trust again." 

He stared at you while he said that as you looked away. You hesitated, not fully trusting him with your dog aka the only one you had out here by your lonesome self…But you nodded as he reached his hand out to her.

She hesitated, sniffing the back of his hand from a distance. Dark eyes never leaving him to see if he was a threat or not but he warily reached out to gently pet her head and she allowed it. You saw Stu smile down at her with a relief of air blowing past his lips as he bent down to pet her face to face. "You're alright, doggie. Just a lil cut is all. I get those every weekend. At least yours doesn't need stitches or antibiotics…My immune systems pretty fucked by now. Then again, maybe those Flintstone gummies our Mom's demanded we eat made our systems freaking nuclear or something?" 

He chuckled to himself as he ruffled her fur near her neck before giving you a hopeful look. His blue eyes still glossy from earlier as you felt an uncomfortable feeling want to creep up. Stu was charming, beyond charming. It was easy for him to sucker you in and you forced yourself to remember the feral look in his eyes as he held a gun up to your face the week before.

Just like that, the allure was gone as you turned to go to the bathroom. You grabbed some neosporin, a gauze and a bandage and came back to Stu still crouched down with her. 

"I highly doubt she won't chew this off but we'll try it…" 

Stu took the supplies from you and motioned to outside. "Do us both a favor. Go tell asshole we're busy before he throws a babyfit. You can just stand on the porch and yell at him if you want to." 

"Are you sure? She might bite you, Stu. I'm serious. Just pet her till I get back, okay?" 

He smiled sadly at her. "Fine, but even if she did, it'll be a souvenir if she does…Might never see her again." 

You wanted to scold him or point out a guilt trip would get him nowhere but you relented. You honestly just shook your head and readjusted your loaded gun on purpose in front of him. "Okay, wish me luck…Both of you be nice." 

Stu barely rolled his eyes and you went to pet Cherri and tell her it was okay as you saw her relax more. You watched a moment to see her licking his face as he chuckled. You felt your chest ache because for whatever reason; Cherri did like Stu. She loved everybody but Stu babied her like no one else. However, even if she was a good judge of character in the moment, she was a dog. She was blissfully unaware of who and what Stu was; An unhinged murderer. 

You forced yourself to walk out onto your back porch, slipping on an easy pair of shoes to go out in. Eyebrows scrunched in confusion when you didn't see Billy just right on the porch smoking a cigarette like you expected of him. An uneasiness rose up from your stomach as you put a hand on your gun in its holster in the pocket of your coat. Definitely not ideal but you didn't have the time to go get your belt. At least it was in its holster.

You eased around the side of your wrap around porch. Rain pouring down but lightning only seen in the distance. You eased your head out, fingers on your guns handle but looked confused when you didn't see him. You instinctively jerked around, hand still on your gun. You expected him to be behind you but…He wasn't. He wasn't on the porch. 

You put your gun in your hand, cautious of WHY he wasn't on the porch. Did he leave? Was he in the house still bullshitting you so he could attack you? Was he planning something? 

You creeped to your front porch; eyes scanning as your knees bent to run or dodge anything he had for you…He wasn't around front either. You saw something in your yard in the pouring rain. Your eyes widened as you saw him. Pacing the yard with his hair and clothes more soaked then they already were. Hands running over his head as he talked to himself. You could see from here the distraught look on his face…You almost called out to him that you were going back in but something stopped you. You watched him for a moment as you gently put your gun back in your coat pocket. It was a far cry from the sarcastic, intimidating, controlling Billy you had gotten used to. An even farther cry from the responsible, quiet but sweet Billy he portrayed himself as at Woodsboro…But the more you thought of it; this Billy pacing your yard was the closest thing to your friend you remembered. Especially on the off hand occasion when you did catch him off guard and he complained about his Dad or Sidney or ALMOST his Mom on one occasion before promptly telling you to change the subject.

'If only you knew the demons in his head he dealt with were really just him.' You bitterly thought, wanting to just turn around and leave him out there. But then you saw him slump against a nearby tree. Releasing a small yell as he smacked the trunk and stared up at your utility light. You saw his brows turned up and his teeth clenched as he was lost in his own thoughts. Thoughts you knew had to do with you and not killing you. 

You stared for a long moment; considering your options before deciding to just confront this. You wish you had an umbrella but all things considered; being drenched in rain water at your own house was the least of your worries. You had your own questions and you were getting answers before Billy ran off and god knows if you'd ever see him again; Ghostface threat that wasn't him or not. You descended down the stairs of your porch and had your hand in your pocket with your fingertips resting on your gun. 

He whipped around, his own hand going towards his pocket as well as he stared at you through the rain. You were a mere 10 feet from him…You could just whip out your gun and shoot him. Maybe Stu would have an issue or maybe he'd be relieved? Either way, Billy could be an example of what will happen to him too…It would be so easy to shoot him and even if you miss; hunt him down like he did Sidney and everyone else that night. Let him feel helpless like he made you feel.

You rolled your lips and got closer as he warily eyed you. He knew he was at a disadvantage with your gun in your pocket. He may have been dumb with details but he was observant enough to know what you had. Here he was, out in the open, with only a knife. On your property you knew like the back of your hand. You could just shoot him in the face and bury him in your backyard and not a soul would know nor care but Stu if you didn't kill him too. Unless digging happened, no one would know and your secret could be protected forever.

But the closer you got, you saw the redness near his irises. No matter the poker face he he gave you or how the rain soaked his face; you saw it clearly. Only seeing him like this the time you caught him by himself and he refused to tell you anything. Just shoved past you and acted like nothing happened the following day.

"What?" He snapped in a sharp tone.

You were momentarily caught off guard, the rain making you shiver slightly as you spoke." Uh…I came out here to tell you me and Stu are taking care of Cherri-" 

"Who?" He demanded with a scrunched face.

"My dog!" You yelled over the rain. "We'll be 5 minutes max and then I'll get the garage door." You eyed him. "...I can let you into the garage now if you want!" Stu had the keys after all so unless he hotwired it, it should be fine.

"I'm fine." He growled out in a haughty tone.

You shook your head, hand still in your pocket over your gun in case. "We'll, you can come back in to get out of the rain-" 

"I said, I'M FINE." He glared at you as he said it. "Now, go away. I'm done with you and every fucked up thing you drag into my life." 

You started turning around half way before whipping back around. You had the upper hand here, you were the one with the gun, you were in the open under a bright utility light cascading everything in an orange-yellow warm hue. You glared back at him and got closer.

 "Billy…Why can't you just stop being an asshole for once?" 

He cracked a sarcastic, angry smile. "Oh? Am I being an asshole, Princess? Considering you're in one piece; I'd say I'm being a pretty nice guy." 

You stared at him before shaking your head. Water dripping down your face, getting chilled and tired of his attitude towards you. "Whatever. Stay out here in the pouring rain pissed off at the world then!" 

"I will. Most of all, at YOU." He remarked, glaring at you. 

"Cool!" You gave with your own smart ass smirk his way and an A-okay hand gesture. "Have a nice fucking life." 

You went to leave when he yelled at you. "Hey!" You turned to see him push against the tree to walk towards you. His hair slicked back with how wet it was. "I don't know what you think this is with me sparing your life but it's only to save my own ass from getting caught, alright?! So save your chummy bullshit for that simp in there." 

"Sure. Whatever." You mumbled, going to turn around when he jerked you back towards him and you instantly gripped your gun, almost pulling it on him before he stared at it halfway out of your pocket then you. He raised his hand up in defense ever so slightly.

"...You gonna use that thing or just keep it as an accessory?" 

"Same goes for you and that knife." You jabbed back.

"How about you remember who I am! I could kill you-" 

You threw up your free hand. "I'm stopping you right there. I already heard this inside; I don't need to hear this again... God, at least Stu can be honest." 

"Oh, and what's Stu Macher so honest about?" He mocked.

"He told me, Billy. He told me how he felt seeing me dead on the ground. I almost died and he was honest with me that that was what made him realize he gave a shit…But believe me, I'm well aware whatever you cared about years ago is ancient history. I was never a friend, I didn't know the real you, you had a minor crush and I was just a potential sexdoll for you to fool around with and leave had your plan went correctly. You don't have to give me a long rant as to why you don't care. I already know." 

"Hey, who the fuck do you think you are to tell me how I feel or think?! Don't speak for me, ever!" 

"So, what is it then?! Why suddenly is your knife not at my throat for every minor inconvenience? Why could you choke me last week but you grabbed my shirt instead tonight? That's all I'm asking before you go! We both know you keep dodging whatever reason it really is and I want to know." You gave him an even stare. "I'm smarter than that, Billy. We both know the media finding out and the risk of getting caught is only half of it. So, what's the other half?" 

He scowled at you, his eyes burning a hole into you as the rain poured. "...I don't-"

He cut himself off as you stared back before he backed away, a slight panic in his eyes once more that you saw inside. His jaw tightened before he spat out. "I told you; it's not the right time so just drop it and head back inside before you get some fucking illness or something and die before I can kill you…Go!" He pointed to the house.

You stayed planted. "You aren't telling me what to do at my own house, Billy. You're not always in control whether you like it or not." He made a move and in turn you showed him half of your gun from your pocket just for him to walk towards you anyways. You went to raise it before he forced your arm down and stared back at you.

You glared at him, ready to kick him and shoot him if you had to…But nothing about his movements were threatening. He stared at you, seeming to want to say something. An open expression on his face rather than a glare.

You stared back at him and whispered. "You can't even control when I die. Why does my death have to be from you and only you? Answer that one for me. Isn't dead just dead? Weren't you happy to see me dead on the ground?" 

He stared back, brows furrowed as he leaned in to whisper back. His dark eyes watching you intently,  going back and forth in thought before said what was so heavily on his mind. "No…Because…I decided if I couldn't have you alive before you did what you did then I'd at least be the one to kill you…No one is taking the satisfaction away from me of finally watching that light leave your eyes. And your blood will be on my blade and only mine…You got that?" 

Your eyes widened considerably at the admission before he shoved you away from himself. "Now get out of here. I'm done talking to you, to him-" He pointed to the house. "-And this entire fucked up situation…I'm coming for you one day, YN. When you least expect it. That's all you need to know. And for the record; no one you love is safe from me. I will make sure to save you dead last." 

You didn't know what he expected of you but you couldn't help the dark chuckle escaping you as you fully put your gun back in your pocket. Clothes sticking to you with how wet they were. 

He snarled in your direction before his features dropped as you spoke. "Ha, well!" You smiled a cold smile his way. "When that day comes, you know, the day you go back to being the guy I fought at Stu's that night; I hope you know I'll have a modest yet oddly human sized pond dug out back there. Might start tomorrow…. It'll be unfinished and I'm just going to decide halfway through to put all the dirt back and put a cement laid gazebo there instead. No one comes here. No one knows you exist…At least you'll have a burial plot in a sense. Mark deserves a plot, Sidney deserves a plot…Honestly,  it's more kindness than you deserve. If I really was like you and Stu; I'd just dump you at a landfill." He watched you with a strange emotion as you lost the smile and shook your head at him. "Just because I might not want to kill you either doesn't mean I won't protect myself or my loved ones…The choice will be made by you." 

You both stared at one another before you realized he wasn't going to ever give you a real reason. And maybe his logic really was the reason? Either way, you decided you had enough of the rain and him. "Goodbye, Billy." 

With that, you left and made sure to be aware if he decided to try and attack you but he didn't. He just stood there in the rain watching you go.

Despite it all, the second you turned around you felt an uncomfortable pit form in your stomach. An uneasiness of how things were being left whether for your own safety or another reason. You weren't sure. 

You went back up the stairs to see Stu watching you from the porch. You stopped mid step and said his name just for him to tell you. "....I think it's beyond time we get out of here. Got the keys?" 

You faltered before checking your other pocket and nodding. You saw the look on Stu's face, how reserved he seemed as he uncharacteristically said nothing. Both of you walked before going past Billy to the garage. No one seemed to want to say a word as you unlocked the garage and opened it to reveal his car. Your CRV parked near the house for now. 

Stu looked over at you and you saw the way he bit his inner cheek before shrugging as Billy got in the passenger side and shut the door. Clearly beyond his emotional limits to talk to you both. 

"So nice of him to be a drowned rat soaking the seat of my car." He offered a smile that didn't reach his eyes before clearing his throat and looking down. "So…I guess this is goodbye." Stu quietly gave, sticking his hands in his pockets and frowning at the ground a moment.

"Yeah, it is…Goodbye Stu." You purposely made distance so he couldn't hug you. You didn't want his touch, you didn't want either of their presence; last week and every other memory too fresh in your mind. 

He gave an accepting nod and got in as you watched him pull out before shutting and locking your garage back up. The rain dying down as it pattered off of his car. He waited in the driveway as you made your way to the house. Once you were halfway there, you heard his car's engine and tires going through gravel and water as he made his way down the road. You got to the porch and watched his tail lights disappear into the rainy night before heading around back and going back to your unlocked backdoor. The security system back up for the front one. 

You got in and shut the door, quickly punching in your code to lock everything once more before using the deadbolt you rarely relied on this time as well. You slumped against the door and closed your eyes. You felt your lip wobble as you took a long shaky breath before seeing Cherri hobble in. Picking up her bandaged paw. To your amazement it was completely wrapped. You didn't expect her to let Stu do that and just figured he left it up to you while you argued with Billy. 

You looked to see their wet and muddy shoe prints in the kitchen. Some vase on the ground in the hallway that was big enough to not worry about Cherri stepping on but still needed cleaned. It was bizarre to think 20 minutes ago you were all arguing in the living room and now they were gone and you may or may not ever see them again. You should jump up and down for joy but something in you just couldn't. You picked yourself up and walked to the living room to brush the vase pieces out of the way with your shoe and to take your coat off as you slipped off your shoes as well. You set your gun on the table and started pulling at your coat sleeves when you saw Stu's note. 

You paused, staring at it and feeling your gaze soften. 

'Think of me once in a while as much as I'll think of you. 

I'll always love you ♡'

A crudely drawn heart and all. You rolled your eyes and scoffed at him throwing that word around so easily. At him not able to just leave a number like a normal rational person. Of all the bullshit and emotional manipulation he was constantly doing…And yet, you felt your eyes water. Because maybe if they hadn't done what they had, if they didn't have the horrible sides to them you saw last week, if you were honest maybe…Just maybe. 

"I hate you." You mouthed to yourself as you felt yourself suck in a choked gasp of air. Cherri laid beside you as you crumbled to the floor in a wet heap. Face in your hands. Quietly feeling tears in your eyes as you just sat there to take it all in. "I hate you both."

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"I hate her." Billy muttered to himself. Eyes still burning from earlier which just soured his mood even more. He flinched when he heard sniffling beside him. Slowly turning his head to see Stu furiously wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

"...Man, are you crying?" 

"N-No!...Yes…Yeah, so what if I fucking am?!" He smacked his steering wheel and growled out low in his throat. "It's all your fault anyways, man. What genius idea was it to break in?! As if her trust in me wasn't bad enough!" 

"Oh, as if grabbing her from behind was intelligent. Besides, we both had questions and we got answers. You actually think she would have opened the damn door for us?" 

"Yeah, well maybe I didn't want to know those answer's. Ever think of that? No! You only think of yourself you Cold…Slimy…Pretentious Fuck." Stu sneered out as he sniffed hard and wiped his nose with his t-shirt. 

"Didn't think you knew the word pretentious." 

"Go fuck yourself." 

Billy sat there a moment, staring him down as he drove on the curvy road down the hillside. Woods on either side of them. Stu went to say something but relented. Shaking his head with a bitter chuckle that died off in his throat.

"...What, Stu? What is it that you want to get out so badly because I'm not doing this shit the next 2 hour drive." 

"Alright, I'll say it. I had a chance with her and you couldn't stand it. You didn't want to kill her until I admitted liking her, you were so pissed at me at Windsor for helping her after she helped me-" Billy shook his head with a humorless chuckle as Stu ranted. "And you've been a jealous, bitter bitch while we've been together this whole time. It eats you alive that me and her had something and you're fucking ALONE." 

"Bite me. I'm not bitter-" 

Stu didn't let him speak. "The hell you aren't, man! Just admit you love her too and get it over with!" 

Billy finally felt his temper snap at that. "I don't fucking love her, idiot! Just because your desperate. She's nothing but a two faced, weak ass, nagging female that needs knocked down a few pegs." 

Stu gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Don't say that shit about her man. Not right now. Not to me." He warned with an aggressive frown. 

"Oh or what? You want to pull over and fight about it?" 

Stu smacked his steering wheel again. "God damn it, Billy! Just fucking admit it! I saw your face! You were just as devastated as I was!" 

Billy shoved back into his seat. "You didn't see shit. It was dark, cum rag." 

"Not dark enough, douche novel." Stu mocked. "You can't kill her because you know just as well as I do that things are different now! Admit it!" 

Billy grabbed the console and turned to fully glare at Stu. "Fine, will it shut you the fuck up the rest of the ride?! Things are different! I talked to her ass for the first time in 3 years and if we're being really fucking technical then 5 years since we had a decent conversation. She's changed. She's different. She's even more of a challenge now. When I saw her dead? Truly thought that stupid bitch finally kicked the bucket? I had no purpose anymore, alright?! For 5 fucking years my life was hunting her down and getting revenge and now I don't know what to do because for some dumbass reason after that I can't bring my knife to her and it pisses me the FUCK OFF because I'm that same pathetic kid that couldn't kill her in that backyard! Okay?! Is this what you want, cock jockey? Is this what you're all begging of me to get off my chest tonight?!"

Stu nodded throughout the rant as Billy barely took a breath. A strange laugh escaping Stu. "Yeah. Yeah, Billy. That's exactly the shit I want to hear so I can lay my head down tonight and know I was right and you give a shit about her too so we can finally just come to terms with things here!" He paused and added. "And you're a fine one to talk, cocksucker-" 

Stu swerved the second Billy tried to hit him while trying to drive before shoving Billy off. His hand going right into Billy's sternum as a strangled cry escaped the brunette and he grabbed at his front with a pained expression. Stu gave an arrogant smirk before gasping as Billy smacked him in the ribs that were bandaged. 

Stu stopped the car, groaning in pain before Billy spoke up again first. "My…Fuck…My god damn feelings towards this situation is none of your business, dickhead! None! Yeah, something weird has happened and I hate it but that doesn't mean I'm begging and slobbering for her like you are and I never fucking will. She's a pain in my ass that for whatever reason I can't kill right now. Maybe one day I'll get over it and do what needed done years ago." 

Stu glared at him. "You touch her and I'll kill you. Because whatever friendship we had, if we had it at all besides relieving some tension once in a while, is nonexistent compared to how I feel about her…Despite her going to cops again, she's not being killed. I'm not letting you near her." 

Billy eyed him. "Don't worry. You're still hyper fixated and the second she becomes boring to you; you'll be ready to kill her too...It's not anytime soon so stop showing your teeth. Your Master's safe for now…Now, put this shit in drive and take me to my town." 

Stu glared at him while putting it in drive before looking back at the road. Driving away into the night to go their separate ways in a few hours.

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"Dewey? Are you coming to bed?" 

"Y-Yeah!...In a little bit, Gale." 

Dewey sat at his desk, the door locked as he hunched over the desk with the lamp shining on what he was looking at. He stared down at it with scrunched eyes and a worried look. His mouth twitched into a frown under his mustache as he held it in his fingers. 

There in his hand was a photo of you and two men getting out of your car. It was found in the motel next to yours where Neil was hiding out at. He confiscated it to preserve your reputation because as if the media needed to shame you more. Your private life was none of their business…It wasn't his either but he just couldn't stop staring at it. He didn't dare ask you either or show Randy.

It should have been nothing. You were a young woman but…He still didn't like the idea of plural men being in a car with you and he felt icky thinking of WHAT you were doing with them. Enough to make him drop the photo on the desk and grimace with a shiver. You were like his little sister and he'd have the same reaction with Tatum if she had two strange men in her car going to her motel room.

Then he looked at it again. 'No, YN wouldn't do that. She's too smart to invite two random men to her motel during all this…She wouldn't anyways…Would she?' He thought as he picked it backup to stare at it. He could only see a side profile of the taller one as you had on your shades and laughed at something he said…But the shorter brunette he had a clear shot of.

Medium dark brown hair half swooped back but stray bangs fell on either side of his face randomly, a scruffy goatee, high cheekbones on a slender and soft featured face and a small straight nose. What got him the most were the eyes. Distinctive dark eyes that observed his surroundings…They looked so much like.

He smacked the photo down and turned it over at the thought. He felt sick…No. Never in a million years. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher were dead and you would not have given them a ride even if they weren't!

He didn't like the idea of you being with two strange men that you didn't tell him or Randy about doing god knows what but he absolutely refused to entertain the crazy idea he and Gale used to argue so much about…'Maybe they just needed a ride?' He reasoned even though that wasn't much better. Especially with a killer on the loose. He knew you were only 23 and 23 year olds are still learning but he expected better of you.

He'd barely slept since finding this. The uncanny resemblance to Billy Loomis so strong and the talker one looking like that Dennis Rafkin guy that looked so much like his character as Stu Macher…What were you doing with Dennis? And who was the other man? What were you thinking in general and what other secrets did you have? 

" Dewey, why is the door locked?" 

Dewey jumped and quickly put the photo in an envelope and then inside a book he knew no one would read then in a drawer. Something about this ate him alive but he couldn't tell Gale. He felt horrible but he didn't feel right telling his fiance. Not after you both just made up.

"C-Coming, honey!" He gave, already pulling out the pet names before she wiggled the door handle.

"Dewey Riley, open this-" 

He quickly opened it for her to be in a short, silky night dress with a raised brow. 

"U-Uh sorry sweetie, I just needed to fill out some things." 

"Like what? Dewey, I don't like secrets already in the relationship." 

"Well, it's embarrassing but…Forget it." 

"No, go on."

He rubbed the back of his neck with a cringe. "I was…Looking into joining the force again." 

She looked surprised. "Oh." 

"Forget it! It's dumb. Why would they want an ex deputy that's now a useless-" 

"Hey, don't say that about yourself. Don't ever say that." 

He sighed with a deep frown. "...That has more disabilities than what the average precinct is willing to put up with?" 

She grabbed him and pulled him towards her. "Dewey, I think it's an amazing idea. You don't belong in Hollywood or Paris or New York…I think you should reapply at Woodsboro." 

"...Really? But my record there-" 

She smiled up at him. "Yes, forget it! You said it, Woodsboro feels real. I don't know what I was doing all these years chasing fame when the most important thing was right here." 

Dewey smiled softly at her and brushed her hair from her face. "Gale…" 

"Besides, I kind of like the idea of Deputy Dewey again. It's sexy." She smiled with hooded eyes, leaning into him as he chuckled.

"Yeah?" He quirked a mischievous smirk. "Are you a law abiding citizen?" 

Gale giggled and stepped back to show off how short her dress was. "Me? Oh no. I've got secrets. I'm a bad, bad girl officer. What are you gonna do to me for being so bad?" 

Dewey felt himself thinking of his own secret now. 

"Uh, DEWEY?" Gale scoffed as he shook himself and grabbed her with a grin as she laughed.

"Well, sounds like you're under house arrest. Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law." Dewey went to pick Gale up and faltered. Gale gave him a sympathetic look but Dewey just sucked in a breath and forced himself to struggle with his bad arm to use all his strength for his good arm and leg to hold her up princess style. The nerve damage is not as bad but still very much there. 

Gale gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're amazing, Dewey…Now, I believe the handcuffs for me are…That way." She motioned to the bedroom as they kissed while he quickly got her there as fast as he could before he might drop her.

The photo that was now a secret he wished he could ask you but couldn't. It was momentarily pushed aside but still lingering in his mind nonetheless.

…What secrets were you keeping from him and Randy?

[final-girl96]

Chapter Twenty-Three

"Baby, open the door so we can talk. Please. I promise I won't do anything, I just want to talk face to face." I was silent for a while as I debated whether to open the door or not. I need to play nice. I need to get him to trust me and I need to get Billy to trust me if I want to escape. But I also kept thinking that I could find a way out without them even knowing. Maybe in the middle of the night.

"Where's Billy?" I asked, standing up. "In the backyard knocked out," Stu chuckled. I reached for the lock and paused. This was going to be a stupid fucking decision. I unlocked the door and quickly made my way to the other side of the room. I didn't want to be anywhere in arms reach.

The door slowly opened and Stu's tall frame filled the doorway. He looked around until his eyes landed on me. "Why're you all the way over there?" He asked. He took a step forward and moved back more. "Just stay there." He stopped, holding his hands up in surrender position. "Okay. Okay, I'll stay over here. I'm sorry for scaring you. For yelling at you. For making you feel like you're just an object. I just don't want to lose you. I want to try and help you understand what we did had to happen.

"It didn't go as planned and Billy and I are pissed about that. I'm sorry for taking some of my anger out on you. But you need to know I would never hurt you. You were never to get hurt. I made him promise not to lay a finger on you. Just let me help you see why we did it." I shook my head. He was so easily pressured. It never took much to get Stu to do anything.

"No. I understand. Billy wanted revenge. He wanted Sidney to pay for what her mother did even after you two already killed her. He still wanted to punish Sid because everytime he looked at her he saw Maureen. His dad fucked up and screwed Maureen and his mom found out about it. She left and abandoned him. He was hurt over that and when found out the real truth behind it all he snapped.

"He wanted revenge. He wanted her to pay for breaking his family apart. So he came up with a plan to kill her. He came to you, his best friend, to help with it. He knew you would be easily manipulated. He knew you had anger deep deep inside of you that was just begging to be set free. And he also needed someone to blame if this went wrong." Stu didn't say anything so I continued.

"You liked the feeling you got when you two repeatedly stabbed Maureen Prescott. And when Casey broke up with you for Steve you wanted her dead. When Sidney closed Billy out and wouldn't let him touch her that pissed him off even more. He didn't see that it was from the trauma of what had happened to her mother. He convinced himself it was her being a whore. A tease. Just like her mother.

"So you two decided to wait a year. Let things cool down. Your plan to frame it on Cotton worked. So you waited a year and planned what you thought was a fool proof plan. You killed Casey and Steve for hurting you when she broke up with you for him. Then Tatum because you needed Sidney's bodyguard gone to get her alone and because she hurt you. Himbry I don't know what he did."

Stu leaned against the wall. A smile spread across his face like he was a proud dad or something. It was honestly fucking creepy. "Dewey and Gale weren't part of the plan but they were there and so was Randy. They had to be taken care of. And since Sideny blamed Billy when she was attacked you had to do what was possible to make her believe he wasn't the killer. His phone bill being clean just wasn't enough.

"She still had doubts. Sidney is a very smart girl. So you came up with the plan to act like he got stabbed by ghostface. You put the costume on and went upstairs. You used fake blood and tore his shirt so it looked like you stabbed him and then he played dead. You put something in my beer didn't you? Knock me out so I wouldn't be awake for what happened but it just wasn't enough. Because I woke up and that just wasn't part of the plan."

Stu was nodding his head, smiling a mile wide. "You're so fucking smart. You forgot something though." I raised an eyebrow at that. "The night that asshole ex of yours came to the house… not only was that the same night Sidney got attacked, but that was also part of the plan. Just in case shit went sideways. I made sure he saw the news. I knew he would come. What I didn't know was that he had still kept in contact with you. Or at least he tried.

"After I made the call to Sidney at Tatum's as ghostface of course, I knew you would be calling me. It was my alibi if I needed one. I was with you the whole time. I knew you would be too scared to argue that I wasn't and would tell the cops I was. I should have killed that fucker. He touched what's mine and I do not like that. I'm sorry I had to scare you like that. But don't worry he'll die and I'll be the one to make sure he does."

I shook my head and scoffed. This was all so fucked up. "You're unbelievable. And you're fucking stupid. Billy would have pinned everything on you! You were his back up plan. If shit would have gone differently. Like if the whole Sidney attack would have gone differently and they wouldn't have let him go. He would have told them it was you!" He was shaking his head and scoffed a laugh. "Billy wouldn't do that."

"She thinks she's one smart little bitch, huh?" My body stiffened when Billy walked into the room. He spit a glob of blood out of his mouth onto the floor. Stu turned so his back was to me and he was facing Billy. "Don't fucking touch her! Don't come anywhere near her!" Billy laughed, showing his blood stained teeth. "When are you going to realize she doesn't love you? She doesn't want to be with you, man. She's just a no good whore."

I shook my head when Stu looked back at me. I do love him, just not this version of him. But I needed him on my side if I was going to get out of this alive. "He's wrong. He's wrong, Stu, I do love you. I've always loved you. You're my best friend," I told him. Billy laughed, "see! You're her best friend, Stu! That's it. Nothing more than friends. You'll always be in the friend zone."

"Stu, look at me." He shook his head. "Stu, please. Please look at me. You're not just my best friend." I took the chance and slowly moved closer to him. I reached my hand out for him, touching his arm. "I love you. I'm in love with you. I'm just scared right now. I'm trying to still process everything, okay? It's going to take a while for me to come around. But I will. I promise.

It's half truth. I do love him and I am in love with him. I'm also scared and trying to process this shit. But I won't come around. This was just a way for me to get him to trust me and not Billy. This was a way for me to escape and get back home. As much as I love Stu, I just can't live like this.

"Protect me. Hold me. Show me you love me. Please." That got him to look at me and he finally took my hand. And pulled me into him. I looked back at Billy and smiled before wrapping my arms around Stu's waist and burying my face in his chest. Billy wasn't the only one that could manipulate people into giving them what they wanted.

[mrsnancywheeler]

finally facing my waterloo || stu macher

stu macher x f!reader

y/n slowly realizes their boyfriend, stu macher, is one of the ghostface killers. the dilemma? they'be been best friends with stu since childhood and that kind of passionate loyalty doesn't just go away when morals come to play. (can be read as an extension to 'what's your favorite scary movie?')

warnings: stu is his own warning, mentions of canon typical violence, murder, blood, mentions of another man worth his own warning (billy Loomis), toxic relationships, angst, toxic relationship, manipulation, gaslighting, reader isn't perfectly of sound mind, idc if you're 6'11 stu is taller I don't make the rules, cussing, mentions of nsfw topics, stu used ghostface to intimidate reader bc it made him feel cool, also timeline is a little off just go with it, stu calls reader baby, dollface, and scream queen once at the end.

requests open!

not proofread but yk lmak

"Stu, please not Psycho again!" You whined, throwing a pillow at him as he went to put the video in.

"C'mon Y/N, it's one of my favorites." Stu imitated the high pitched music as he stabbed an imaginary knife, putting the video in as you rolled your eyes and he went back over to the couch.

"If you keep watching it I'll have to assume you're gonna go all Norman Bates on everyone." You joked as you sat up a bit to make room for him, after an awkward silence he chuckled. "You planning something nefarious?" Your eyebrows rose as he threw the pillow down at you.

"You gonna throw me in jail like Sidney did to Billy?" He grinned, laying down on his stomach, arms folded on your legs.

Your rolled your eyes, "Come on, don't joke about that Stu. She was really freaked out, I mean she got attacked." There of course was the unspoken thing about how you had also gotten a Ghostface call and how you're horror movie obsessed boyfriend had also suddenly appeared just in time. But he was already on his way and you hadn't physically been attacked, so it wasn't really the same. At least that's what you told yourself.

"What, you can't actually think Billy did it, babe." His voice still sounded playful, but his eyes bore into what felt like every corner of your soul.

You rubbed the back of your neck in discomfort, both of you ignoring this movie beginning, "I mean, I don't know. Could be anyone I guess, as Randy would say "we're all suspects.""

"Even me?" He smiled that ridiculously toothy grin, inching closer.

You chucked uncomfortably, "I mean, I guess." Your heart was racing for reasons you couldn't even begin to fathom. "So, speaking of Randy-"

"Oh boy." Stu rolled his eyes, sitting up.

"Don't be a dick!" You threw the pillow back at him and he stuck his tounge out at you, like the childish Stu you'd pretty much always known. "Anyways," You moced yourself closer to him again, "I was talking to Randy on the phone before I came and he said something about you and Billy cornering him in the video store."

"Y/N, he was yelling his accusations about Billy to the whole video store, it was just some light teasing. We didn't Carrie him or anything." He laughed at his joke, repeating it in hopes you'd get it. "You know Carrie." You couldn't stop yourself from laughing no matter how stupid his jokes were, he always compelled something inside of you.

"God, you're a dork. Stop trying to distract me!" You lightly shoved at his shoulder. "I heard Billy was standing in the horror movie aisle and Randy mentioned how he'd just gotten released. How incriminating that could look." You didn't want your tone to sound argumentative, but your boyfriends lack of feeling had a habit of pissing you off.

A dark look flashed through his eyes, "Drop it, Y/N. It's not a big deal." His tone was also a bit more forceful. He stood up, "I'm gonna make some popcorn. Also, Randy was talking about how he was hoping to reap the rewards and get Sidney to date him so." He started to walk off, getting his final jab.

"Oh my god!" You flopped back down at the couch, it was almost like he wanted you to suspect Randy.

"Hey, everyone's a suspect!" He yelled from the kitchen and you rolled your eyes, focusing on the movie. The unwanted thoughts were bugging you though, wasn't it odd how he and Billy watched this movie a lot more since right before Maureen Prescott's murder? How he felt just a little off, trying to shift blame and focus when you mentioned Billy's actions? Sure he was with you when Casey and Steve died, but you weren't sure about the times.

But, his comments were pretty normal, he was always a little tactless. Maybe they could be a little creepier when you talked about Ghostface, but that could be just a coping mechanism for his own fear. However, you couldn't seem to ignore how both you and Sidney had been called when suddenly your boyfriends, who were best friends, had appeared to save the day. Or how passionately Stu had fucked you that night, even when he'd been trying to be "gentle". He was your childhood friend, your lover, the man you'd been infatuated with since you were 14. You repeated that mantra in your head, telling yourself how paranoid you were being.

You wondered if maybe you should just go take a look around to calm your fears. Of course you wouldn't find anything, you told yourself as you rose off of the couch, but better safe than sorry.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom!" You yelled as you reached the stairwell.

"Don't fall in!" Stu yelled back and you could swear it smelt like the popcorn was burning. Maybe you should just help him, make it yourself, and wrap yourself in those large, comforting arms. You bit your lip as you forced yourself up the stairs, you needed to just take a look and calm yourself. There was nothing to find, anyways.

You hesitantly made your way up the stairs and towards his room. You glanced at the door to his parent's room and felt a surge of guilt, his parents were never around for him and you were supposed to be his partner. You were supposed to take the comforting, loyal role instead, yet here you were checking to make sure he's wasn't a horror movie slasher. You sighed as you opened his bedroom door as quietly as possible.

"Shit!" You whispered when the floorboard creaked beneath you as you entered. Stopping to listen, but you heard nothing besides the fridge opening and closing. In the clear again you went to take a look around. Not sure what could be the incriminating thing, not likely he'd just have a whole bloody knife laying around. You leaned down a bit under his bed and exhaled in relief when all you saw was discarded pants and shoes strewn about. You stood up and was sure your heart beat was loud enough that he could hear it downstairs. You moved a couple of things on his bedside table, his pillows, nothing. It was all fine, you told yourself as you walked over to his dresser. Looking through a couple of drawers you still found nothing, you smiled to yourself it was fine.

"What'cha doing?" Stu's voice made you jump.

"Fuck!" You hit your hand on the dresser. "Way to practice your Norman Bates career, Stu." Shit, you needed a story, "I was just gonna steal one of your shirts. Didn't think you'd mind." You smiled, hand dropping to that drawer. As you started to pull it open he rushed over, pushing it back in.

"I'd prefer no shirt at all." He went in for a kiss and you let him have a quick one before pulling away.

"Nice try, manwhore." You smirked and went to pull at the drawer open again, but his hand held it down a lot harder than expected. You scoffed and when he didn't let up your instincts told you that you needed to see whatever the fuck it was he apparently didn't want you too. You roughly pulled it open to see his shirts, "I already know you don't fold, it's not some big secret." He began to say your name as you lifted the one of the top and then nearly dropped it.

Everything you dreaded finding, the voice changer, the knife, that stupid fucking mask and outfit, and that goddamn mobile phone lay there underneath that shirt. It felt like you both stood there for an eternity waiting for the other to make a move. You didn't even know the move to make, run, cry, talk, what the fuck were you supposed to do against a man who towered over you? Maybe it frightened you a little more when you realized your initial reaction wasn't to think about how to alert the police it was him. But you also didn't know if he thought you were going to do that and what he may do out of fear of that. You were certain he wouldn't really want to kill you, or maybe that was a pipe dream, but if he thought you'd betrayed him he might. You didn't want to die.

You shakily picked up the mobile phone, placing it in his hand, "Why the fuck would you have called me like that?" You started to walk out of the room as calmly as you could, play it safe, whatever survival instincts kicking in you couldn't understand.

"Y/N?" He called after you, following you down the stairs. You stopped in the living room turning towards him.

"What kind of life long friend, no scratch that. What kind of boyfriend buys all that shit to scare his girlfriend and then come in to act like a dick?" You pushed at his arms. First stage of grief, denial. He'd only had it to scare you, he hadn't actually murdered anyone. "What, did you get the mask expecting to break in too, but then decide oh, she's scared enough first my fantasy, you sick fuck?" You shook your head, covering your face as you felt the tears coming. "You said all those things about Casey too."

Stu was also trying to process what was happening, this is not the reaction he was expecting from you. He could work with it though, he really didn't want to have to kill you. "I didn't want you to get hurt Y/N, I wasn't gonna hurt you." He shoved the phone in his pocket as he reached out for you, "C'mon doll face, you always like it when I'm a little bit mean and you look so pretty when you cry, I wasn't going to kill you or anything. Just some fun, cause I know you want me to have fun, don't you?" He had slowly been able to wrap his arms around your body, holding you too him.

For a moment all you could do was stare into oblivion as the cogs of your brain tried to work, what he said made sense, didn't it. It was all just a scene, that's all he had anything for. You began to nod.

"The other-" He started before you cut him off.

"There is no other, you didn't do anything else." The shaking of your head became more and more erratic. You said it so fast that it was obvious you subconsciously knew what he'd really done. He brought his hand to your chin to still your face, looking down at you in confusion. "You couldn't have killed Casey, that would be stupid!" You laughed, pulling away from him.

"What do you mean stupid?" His jaw clenched.

"I mean you're the ex, if you did you wouldn't incriminate yourself like that." You were still laughing, "You didn't do anything else besides be a fucking terrible boyfriend, I mean shit, Stu you were with me that night."

He didn't look guilty because he didn't feel guilty, he loved killing Casey, but your reaction caught him off guard. He'd imagined you'd ideally never find out, or if you regrettably did the way he would have to kill you before you told. He didn't want to, but he'd just knock you out or something first, so it wasn't as difficult. Yet here you were, pushing the obvious conclusion away. It would've been incredulous to think he could get away from your murder with some words, but it seemed to have worked.

"Yeah, I-" He began again, but you stopped him.

"Shut up!" You hissed, pacing around his living room in circles. "You were with me that night, we went to the store, bought snacks, came back here, and then you spent the whole night with me." You didn't leave at all." You stopped to stare at him intensely, voice rigid. You were done convincing yourself, the mental acrobatics weren't working well.

Stu was paused on a reaction, that wasn't true, if course you had to know that wasn't true. You came over here an hour or so after Casey's death, he was certain you had to have known that. "Yeah of course I was, baby. Spent all night with my girl!" He tried to move closer, hoping maybe your defense mechanism was strong enough to force life into that alibi.

"You can't kill exes Stu, that's so fucking stupid!" You kicked at his coffee table before landing down on the couch. Burying your head in your hands, tears burning.

"You're right, dollface, that's why I didn't do it! It's stupid." He stood in front of you and you looked up st him nodding.

"Yeah that's right." He slowly sat down by you and it triggered some other dam to break, you didn't think you could even produce that many tears. "Stu, they're gonna lock you up for something like that, they always look at the boyfriends and the first one is also fucking dead!" You hit your knee in frustration.

It hit Stu that of course you didn't actually forget that night, you were protecting him. His sweet, sweet Y/N didn't want him to go down for it. "Where's the physical evidence to prove that? And I was with you all night."

"Like how when we were kids, you weren't there when the window broke, you were in the field with me." You were still protecting that spoiled little boy from his due consequences.

He smiled, "Yeah, just like that Y/N."

You looked away, choking back a sob, "But you did it on purpose this time, Stu! You gutted them."

"She hurt me, baby. She dumped me, treated me like I wasn't good enough for her. It felt so good, baby I deserve that don't I? The way it felt." He draped an arm around you, knowing his words were a fast acting poison.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Stu." You turned into his shoulder, wiping away the last of the tears.

"Not your fault, I took care of it. She was so ready to cheat on her new piece to, Y/N, you should of heard it. Asking to be taken out by the stranger on the phone, saying she have no boyfriend when he was tied up outside." You could hear through excitement in his voice and it made your stomach turn. "She was a cheating whore, I basically put him out of his misery. And when I tore that knife from groin to sternum and her entrails started coming out, it was the perfect opening." His tone was still so upbeat and regardless of your head turning I'm his shoulders his ecstacism wouldn't let him stop the description.

Your face felt heavy when you finally just covered his mouth, "Stu, I came here to watch movies. Can we just do that instead."

He smiled, "None of them are gonna be as good as mine, Y/N. You wanna be my scream queen?" He asked, kissing you and you knew that no matter what you wouldn't let your boy go down for any of this. You'd defend and cover for him until death did you part.

[f1nalboys]

Hear me out okay: a randy one shot where he gets a little jealous over everyone talking about ghostface and all of the acclaim they're getting that HE dons the mask and plays a trick on reader that gets steamy FAST

FINALLY GOT TO THIS REQ, IT LOWKEY GOT ME OUT OF MY FUNK >:) i took some liberty with this so i apologize if it's not what you ahd in mind D: i hope you love it all the same!!!

Randy Meeks x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2546

WARNINGS: nsfw, ghostface!randy (kind of), randy is an attention whore <3, phone sex, forced voyeurism?, forced masturbation?, it’ll make sense at the end idk, dirty talk, degradation, randy calls reader ‘good girl, whore, slut, things of that nature,’ randy experiences an uno reverse, could be read as dub-con, implication of more sex, mean randy <3, not proofread

Randy hated hearing about this stupid fucking ‘Ghostface’ killer. Yes, it’s awful what’s happening, he gets that, but come on. He doesn’t want to hear about yet another stupid teen who got killed and who could possibly be doing this to the town. Maybe he was jealous; a stupid thing to be jealous about, sure, but he was sick and tired of everyone ignoring him.

It was after a long night of drinking that he came up with the idea. He was alone, watching some shitty movie that got cut off by a news report. Another fucking killing, some girl he had seen around school and her boyfriend. He shut the tv off with a huff, laying back on the couch, stewing. Why was he so angry? He didn’t want to kill people. Hell, he felt awful every time he heard about it.

But something about knowing how hyped the school would be on Monday is what made him angry. Every fucking conversation would be dominated about it. The idea came pretty quickly, surprisingly. It was something he’d have to think about later, though. Randy stands, grabbing his keys and leaving the house. It was Friday night, almost 7pm, and he knew he’d have at least a full day to go do what he needed to.

The drive was a long one and he had to stop to get more gas twice. He wasn’t even thinking if he was being honest, it was like he was moving on autopilot. Randy had driven for almost four hours to get five towns over. The store, surprisingly, was still open when he got there at just before 11. “Welcome to Spirit. We close in just ten minutes, sir.”

The kid stationed at the register looked younger than Randy and looked dead in the eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll be out in just two minutes, swear.” The kid nods, muttering under his breath something that Randy didn’t care to try and decipher. The costume was easy to find, thankfully, and Randy truly was in and out within two minutes. “Have a nice one, kid.”

“You too, sir… you know, I heard that a few towns over, some people are gettin’ killed by a creep wearing that.” The kid says, nodding his head at the bagged costume. Randy raises an eyebrow and the kid continues. “I don’t know how they can find him, though, I mean, you’re the fortieth person to buy that damn thing today.”

“Oh… well, hopefully they're able to figure it out soon and stop that asshole.” Randy’s voice was level but his throat felt like it was closing up. He leaves the shop and gets inside his car, sitting still for a moment as he really thinks about what he’s doing. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He shouldn’t do this, he should go and return the fucking costume, head home, and act like nothing happened.

His phone rings and he jumps slightly, pulling it from his pocket and seeing your name. “Hello?” He starts the car, tucking the phone under his ear as he starts to drive.

You were at home, alone, curled up on the couch. “Hey, Randy! Are you busy? I wanted to see if you’d be able to come over and hang out.” Your words hit Randy like a brick to the throat.

“Oh! Uhm, no, unfortunately. I’m actually out of town for the night.”

“Aww, that sucks. I hope you have fun, though; make sure to tell me all about it when you get back home.”

Randy chews at his bottom lip, the plan formulating into his mind as the seconds tick by. “I will. What’re you gonna do since you don’t have little old me to keep you company?”

Snorting, you shift your weight on the couch. “Not sure. I’ll probably just watch another movie or two and head off to bed.” The two of you say goodbye and hang up but Randy’s attention is still focused on you. He shouldn’t even be thinking about doing this, especially not to you, but god when he thought about the look on your face and the fear in your voice? It was too good to pass up.

A few hours later his car is parked a block away from your house and he’s standing outside your window. You were still on the couch, the house dark except for the flashing lights from the tv illuminating your sleeping form. The costume was itchy and hot, beads of sweat rolling down his neck. His lips were drying out and he was starting to find it hard to breathe.

“Come on, Randy. You can do it. Just a phone call, scare her, and get the fuck outta here, that’s it.” He mutters to himself, double checking that no one from the street could see him. The blackness of the costume was helping conceal him, sure, but that didn’t help soothe his fears. He pulls out his phone and goes to hit your contact but stops, deciding to star 69 you.

He knows you leave the back door unlocked; a bad habit of yours. The phone beside you lights up and he watches as you clumsily reach for your phone. “Hello?”

“Hello.”

You pause, waiting for the person on the other end to answer. “Uhm… did you need something?”

“Sorry. Who is this?” Randy had heard about the so-called spiel the killer did with each phone call and so did you. His heart was starting to pound out of his chest and he watched as you sat up, rubbing at your eyes.

“Listen, if you’re trying to call someone you obviously have the wrong number. Bye.”

You hang up and Randy watches intently as he calls back. With a sigh you answer the phone again. “Sorry about the last call, I had the wrong number.”

“So why’d you call back if it was the wrong one?”

“I wanted to apologize for bothering such a pretty girl.”

A beat passes. You swallow hard, looking around your dark house. “How…”

“How do I know you’re pretty?” He can’t bite back his laugh when you let out a strangled noise. “Because I’ve been watching you.”

“Fuck you, you freak.”

“Hang up and I’ll make sure you don’t live past the night you fucking whore.” His words stop you in your tracks and you could feel tears pricking at your eyes. “Yeeeeah, that’s a good girl.” You suck in a breath involuntarily at the name and pray he didn’t hear that. “Y’know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were getting off on this.”

You scoff, or try to at least, and ignore the wetness between your thighs. The feeling of someone's eyes on you won't go away and the hair on the back of your neck is beginning to stand up. “No. You’re just a freak who thinks everyone feels how he does.”

Randy couldn’t take his fucking eyes off of you. “So you didn’t get a surge of pleasure from me calling you a good girl?” The last two words were pointed and slow, drawing the phrase out. An audible shudder leaves you and your eyes screw shut as he laughs. Who is this? “And I’m the freak. It seems you find this just as hot as I do.”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to touch yourself.” The words shock Randy just as much as they do you. You stumble over your protests, your mind reeling; this can’t be real. “Shut the fuck up.” He maneuvers himself until he’s laying on his knees and begins to undo his belt, the noise audible on the other end of the call. “You’re gonna be good and finger that pretty cunt of yours and, if you’re good enough, I won’t come in there and rip you apart.”

Silence. Randy’s doing everything he can to keep his breathing in check. He shouldn’t be into this as much as he is. “I… I am.” You lie, not having moved from your position since he had called in the first palace. Randy tsks into the phone.

“No, you’re not. I don’t like liars, Y/N,” The tears fall freely from your eyes now. “I told you I’m watching. Now, you’re going to lay down on the couch, take off your clothes, and spread your legs for me.” Randy is thankful for the mask when you turn around suddenly and find his silhouette in the window.

“Wha-?”

“You try anything and you’re fucking dead, understood? Think about it; do you really think you can live long enough to fight me off and wait for the police?” The two of you are staring at each other, unblinking. Though you can’t see most of his body, you can clearly make out his mask in the darkness. Chills were going up your spine at the sight of the ghostly mask, one that had been a dozen people's last sight before they died. You nod. “Good girl. Get to it, then.”

Still unable to move your gaze, you do as he says. Slowly, and with shaky hands, you remove your shirt, placing it beside you on the coffee table. Your pants and underwear were the next to go and then you were completely naked and at the mercy of a killer.

Laying back on the couch, you bring the phone back up to your ear. “Spread your legs.” You finally are able to look away from him as you do so but a shiver goes down your spine when you hear him exhale on the other side of the line. “So fuckin’ wet, aren’t you?” You can’t make yourself answer him, especially because your answer would only fuel him more. “Answer me!”

“Y-yes! Yes, I-I am.” You choke out, jumping at the sudden aggression from the man. He hums and you force yourself to look back over. He’s moved closer to the window and now you can make out his body from the street-lights. His jeans were pushed down his thighs and his gloved hand was wrapped around his cock.

“God, I might have to come inside and see for myself.” The words leaving his lips should make your skin crawl but they don’t; they do the opposite. A breathy sigh grabs his attention. “Ha! You want me to go in there and fuck you, is that it? What fucking pathetic whore, wanting a killer to come into her home and fuck her silly.”

You swallow hard. Your head was reeling and your cunt was aching, something he could practically smell. “Tell me what you’d want me to do with you if I was inside.”

“I don’t know…”

“Not good enough. Do you want me to fuck you or gut you?”

“Okay, okay, wait, please. Just… I can’t think,” Knowing he was right outside, a stone throw away, was getting to be too much for you. “I… I’d like you to touch me…”

He laughs harshly. “God, you’re even more pathetic than I thought. If I was in there with you, I’d do more than just touch you.” You can see his hand moving slowly, up and down, and it dawns on you that he’s jerking himself off to the sight of you. “Fuuuuck. Yeah, I’d bury my fucking tongue in your pussy. You probably taste so fuckin’ sweet.”

Your hands slide down your body slowly and you let out a quiet moan when your fingers brush against your nipples. “You can see me out here, right?”

“Yes.”

“Course you can. Bet you’re dying for a cock down your throat, huh?” He laughs at you and you can feel his eyes still on you as you finally reach your clit. “Move the phone closer to your pussy. I wanna hear how wet I’m makin’ you.” The request, paired with the insertion of two of your fingers, has your back arching off of the couch slightly. You hold the phone down by your thigh and slowly pump your fingers inside yourself. His hand had started to speed up at the sight of you.

Bringing the phone back up to your ear, you get a rush of confidence. “Did you like that?” You tuck the phone under the ear and let your other hand fall to your nipples. If you were stuck in this position, you might as well get some relief from it. “Wish it were your fingers inside me, your cock down my throat. Bet you’re huge.”

“Fucking whore, flirting with the man who wants to play around in her blood.” You watch as the man lifts his mask slightly, revealing only his mouth long enough for a glob of spit to land onto his cock. He pulls it back down and now you can hear the squelch of him masturbating. “I can just imagine how tight your pussy is. You ever been fucked?”

“No, not in a while,” Your eyes flutter shut as you push back the mounting shame. “I haven’t been fucking by someone who could do it right, at least.” Pushing your fingers inside you harder, your palm rubbing against your clit harshly. “Fu-fuck. God, I’m already so close.”

Randy is moaning into the phone, bordering on whimpers, and it only fuels you more. “You could take my cock so well. What do you think? Should I just go in there, flip you over, and fuck you until you can’t talk? Yeah, bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d love for me to break in there and take what’s mine.”

Your orgasm sneaks up on you and it’s one of the best you’ve had in a long time. You hadn’t been lying; you really haven’t been fucked in a long time. Gasping out a moan, your eyes screw shut and your hands never stop moving. The sound of how wet you were is almost obscene.

“Fuck yeah, fucking whore, take it! Yeah, good little slut, take my cum, just like that.” The man's voice falters as he cums and you open your eyes back up fast enough to watch him spill over his hand. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Thanks, Randy.” The man’s head whips forwards and you can’t help but laugh. “What, did you think I didn’t know what you sound like on the phone?”

You sit up, grabbing your shirt and pants off of the coffee table. Putting on a show, you pull your clothes back on slowly, making sure to give Randy a clear view of your ass. “How’d- I mean, why’d-”

“How’d I know it was you? You called me less than two hours ago, I just figured you were doing some weird prank or something. And why did I go along with it?” You flop back onto the couch and turn to face him. He was tucked back inside his pants and had finally taken off that damn mask. “I thought it was hot. Now, are you gonna come in here and make good on that promise or do I actually need to call the cops?”

“You’re crazy…” He flashes you a smile and stands up, ready to hang up when you say something he can’t quite make out. “What was that?”

“I said, you better keep the same energy you had on the phone when you finally fuck me.”

[the-character-lounge]

A Lullaby for Spinel

There is some awesome audio of this scene as well, found [here!]

"Do you want me over...?" There was a long pause, "Mmh... What do you want me to bring...?" He still sounded tired, but not like he wanted to sleep, it sounded more like he just got back from screaming for hours on end at the top of his lungs and was just too worn out to lift his voice any more.

“W- Well…” he said, looking over at the nearly empty fridge and the giant, almost full bag of garbage. “… something f- for us to eat m- maybe… a- and some wine. Wh- When can I expect you?”

 "... I have to clean up this mess first but I shouldn't be long." another pause, he sniffled once with his nose. "Randy...?"

 “.. Y- Yes?” Randy replied.

"M'getting fucking blood everywhere."

 It took Randy a moment to process this. “.. Wh- what?” His voice was shaky, but low.

 "My nose. Shit. I thought it stopped but it's still going. What do I..." He sounded disoriented, and still tired. "... What works for that?" A sniffle, then a throat clear.

“J- Just..” He could hear it in his voice. Spinel sounded horrible. It was obvious he needed some pony’s help. A sick feeling boiled in his stomach, and he felt his heart sink, anxiously trying to figure out what happened to him. “Just… Go sit on the toilet a- and lean over. I- I’m coming over there. D- Do as I say okay?” He hung up the phone and quickly called the cab service. It took ten whole minutes for them to get their sorry ass to his place, but when they did, he leaped in and told the driver he’d give him two hundred bits if he got him to Spinel’s place in less than five. Arriving in front of the building, it took him a few minutes to find an intercom or something. He knew he couldn’t get in without Spinel’s horn of if some pony unlocked the door. He pressed the call button frantically. “H- Hello? C- can some pony let me in please?”

About 20 seconds after he pressed the button, there was a buzzer noise and the side elevator light came on. When Randy was brought up to the suite floor, the guard wasn't there this time. Actually, there was just a bit of blood drips on the elevator floor, and the office floor. Not alarming ammounts but they were there all the same. Spinel opened the door to his Suite and looked out. His eyes were unfocused and he had a bloody napkin shoved far up his nose. His mane was a wild curly mess and for some reason he was wearing fishnet stockings and a collar.

“… S- Spinel?” Randy had an extremely worried expression, and also confused by the fishnet stockings. He reached out and gently touched Spinel’s cheek, looking at his eyes. “.. Wh- what the hell h- happened?” he asked, his voice still as shaky as it was on the phone.

He blinked, and slowly rubbed his face against Randy's hoof because it felt cool and it soothed just a little. "Thaaat's... a broad question..." He glanced at the small blood trail on the floor a moment. "Oh for fucksake it's in the elevator too isn't it...?"

 “Y- yes.. wh- which begs the question.. why is your nose bl-bleeding??” he looked back behind him at the small trail of blood and then back at Spinel’s face. He softly took Spinel’s jaw, and turned his head side to side to examine his pupils. “.. A- And your eyes are all d- dilated…”

"Die-what...? Nnh." he winced in pain as his head was moved, his eyes going hazy a moment as the motion made him dizzy. "ouhgh... I picked up some cheap hookers, one had some pills, and it didn't go well, okay...?"

“O- Oh my.. Y- you could be overdosing!” Randy pushed past Spinel and searched around for his phone. “Wh- Where’s your phone? W- We need to c- call the hospital..” he was trying to stay calm, but his anxiety was acting up, and he couldn’t help but panic. “Y- You need to lay d-down. No! No you n- need to sit up, a- and stay awake…” he rambled away, his mind in a flurry as he searched relentless for a phone.

"Hospital? I'm not going to a fucking hospital are you out of your mind...?" He swayed a moment, then leaned on the doorframe, staring and trying to figure out what he was supposed to do since he was getting mixed messages. "I've had worse..." He rubbed his eyes, they felt like they were burning a bit. "Ohh right... right... Got kicked in the face.. forgot to mention... yeah...."

Randy saw Spinel leaning in the doorway, and quickly went over to where he was, and took him by the shoulders, leading him over to a nearby chair. “S- Sit down w- will you? F- For cr- crying out loud, y- you’re making me nervous!” He closed the door and went over to the kitchen where he found a phone. “Y- You could be over d- dosing.. I- I don’t want to take an- any chances.” He started to dial the emergency number, his heart feeling like it was beating a hundred miles an hour.

Spinel flopped in to the chair, or rather, sprawled out over it. His horn lit up and the reciever was clicked off, "Dammit Randy I don't need a hospital...! Oww..." he held his head. Magic hurt. Bad idea. "I'm fi-ine."

 Randy grumbled, and slowly set the phone back down on the receiver. He made his way over to where Spinel was, and kneeled beside him. He calmed down a bit. If Spinel was really over dosing, they would’ve seen symptoms worse than this by now. Randy was getting too worked up over this. Of course, he had his reasons. He ran his hoof through Spinel’s mane, looking down at him, his forehead all wrinkled with worry. “… wh- what the hell w-were you th- thinking?” he spoke in a soft, fragile voice.

Spinel slowly pulled his back legs in to the chair to curl up in it, one hoof reaching out to take Randy's as he leaned in to the touch. "...Was really pissed off... Thought a party would help." His eyes lost focus again, and he got a stupid smile a moment. "You're really cute, wow."

Randy was flattered, and the worried look melting a bit. He couldn’t help smiling and he leaned down and kissed his forehead. The smile that was a mix between troubled and relieved. “Y- Your an i- idiot…” he joked, his voice delicate and faint. He held Spinel’s hoof tightly, and stared at him. “.. w- was it me?” he asked, still stroking his mane gingerly.

His tongue stuck out when he was called an idiot, but he pulled it back in at the question. His mind didn't really have room to think, his thoughts merely pouring out. "I hate what you're doing to yourself. It's disgusting. And I'm tired of trying to give a fuck because you keep... Leaving me behind. Fuckin.... waiting there..." His eyes lost focused and his voice trailed off in to something that sounded distant and in the past. "With a broken leg... But 'm not supposed to cry. Because I'll get in trouble."

Randy didn’t understand at all, but he tried to explain himself as best as he could. “I.. I don’t mean t- to Spinel… Th- there’s a side of m- me th- that I don’t…” he stopped, and sighed, taking Spinel’s hoof and pressing it to his own forehead. It was so hard to talk to him. His understanding of things was so limited… but he wanted so desperately to help him see. When he heard the broken leg bit, his heart broke. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to help him, but he felt so lost because Spinel had such a difficult time grasping anything. He was so.. smart, and kind.. there was this wonderful pony just waiting to shine. But he was buried under all this.. anger and pain. He wanted Spinel to finally see the world for what it really was; despite all the pain that shrouded his vision. It really wasn’t all that bad… it really wasn’t. Even with all the tragedy, you could still find happiness. He wanted that happiness for Spinel. He caught himself getting teary eyed, and a small tear fell and landed on Spinel’s bloodied nose. He wiped his eyes with his free hoof, still holding tightly to Spinel’s with the other.

He stared at Randy as best he could, focus fading every once in a while. But when Randy stopped talking, and continued to not speak, his eyes started to widen a little. His breathing picked up, he looked between frustrated and anxious. ".... Th....That you don't what....?" he asked in a hushed, urgent voice, mimicking Randy's sputter. He quickly gripped around Randy's foreleg, tugging as if he thought Randy was about to get up and leave. "Don't do it. Don't do that."

Randy looked at Spinel, kissing the back of his hoof. “S- sorry.” He realized he might’ve spooked Spinel when he pressed his hoof to his forehead, and he leaned over him, wiping his eyes still. “I don’t w-want you to see the part of m- me every pony else is always seeing. Th- the me I have to be wh- when I’m dealing wi- with assholes like.. like that other lawyer…” he gritted his teeth, trying not to cry. This was so hard, so very.. very hard. Wasn’t there some.. magic spell that could help Spinel understand how much good, and how much happiness there really was? H- How there was so much more to him? “I- I want you to see th- the p- part of me that h- helps you.. b- be happy…” he softly rested his cheek against his hoof. “I- I want you t- to always th- think of me as.. as some pony wh- who isn’t bad…” he felt a few more tears roll down his cheeks, but didn’t bother to wipe them away. “.. All I want… i- is to help you.. b- be happy…”

 "I got this far. I should be happy... Right? I should be. I'm supposed to." his voice was quaking a bit. "It's not fair." He curled his legs up a little more, bunching himself as far in to the corner of the chair as he could. Everything was starting to make him feel only two things, fear and self hatred. "I don't know what it means. I don't know what it even means to be good. There's no such thing, it's a farce, isn't it? I see what ponies really are. All of them deep down, even me. Greedy, selfish, cowardly pigs."

 He softly let go of Spinel’s hoof, and touched his cheek, staring into his eyes. “.. A- Am I those things Spinel? Am I gr- greedy? Selfish? .. A coward?” he chuckled very very faintly. His lip trembling, he still managed a very weak smile. “N- Not to t- toot my own horn.. b- but I’m h- here wh- when I could b- be at home… I’m sharing m- myself w- with you… and I..” he had to wipe his eyes again, sniffling a bit. “… And I’m not af- afraid t- to care about you..”

"You are those things but the problem is everypony's too afraid to admit it because they're all fucking stupid and trying to be better than everypony else!!! But they're all the fucking same!" He shook all over, wincing and closing his eyes tightly. "And because they're all ashamed of what they are, they can't for once fucking see me because they just want to look the other way from the only thing that's real and passionate and raw....!"

Randy was, to say the least, devastated. More tears welled up in his eyes, but he fought it. He was going to be strong. And he wasn’t going to stop trying to free the tortured soul inside of Spinel. He softly managed to lift Spinel, gently enough to not upset him. He stroked his mane, a few tears falling into his mane. He looked up, trying to get the tears to fall back into his eyes, and he tried to think of  way to calm him down. Then, as mysterious as the very thing he was thing thinking of, he had an idea. The lullaby his grandmother sang him.. yeah the song she’d sing to soothe him when he thought he saw his father standing over him, a bottle of rum in his hoof. He just needed to remember how it started.

“… ~A gentle breeze, from hushabye mountain…” his voice was shaky, but he managed the melody. Each word soft, and as calming as the winds in the song. He gently pushed back Spinel’s mane when it fell into his face again, and he tried to smile for him. Without a single stutter, he managed the song, his normally high, bleating voice now reduced to a  beautiful, rich tone with lingering vibrato.

He went quiet and was curled in on himself until he was lifted. Since Randy was gentle, he simply went limp and let it happen. There was the petting, he'd experienced petting before, but it couldn't relate to anything of comfort because it only happened to brush his hurt aside rather than away. Or praise for doing what he was supposed to perfectly. There wasn't any ground he could find, nothing to latch on to. But his ears twitched up at the singing. Why.. was he doing that...? Spinel slowly lifted his head to stare, transfixed and mezmerized. He didn't understand what singing had to do with this situation, at first thinking it was awful because he himself sang when he was in a good mood and this was no reason to be in a good mood. But... It was sad, somehow. And something else. He took a few breaths and simply listened, closing his eyes. Music was a sensation he enjoyed when he finally got out of there. Sensations. Living. He lost track of them along the way because he was struggling so hard to exist and be something of worth. His hooves very slowly lifted to hug Randy.

Randy felt the embrace, and he reached the last few measures of a long-forgotten song. His own hooves hugging Spinel to him as he softly pressed him to his heart. “.. Wave good-bye to cares of the day. The winds of night, so softly are sighing. Soon they will fly… your troubles… away~…” He looked down and into Spinel’s eyes, holding Spinel close and just admiring their beautiful, shimmering blueness. He knew there wasn’t really anything else he could say. All he could do was be there for Spinel; hold him close, and let the rhythm of his heart do all the talking. The ghost of a smile was on his lips, his eyes still misty, but kind.

Spinel swallowed dryly. There wasn't much to say, but the fear and anger for some reason just weren't as strong any more. He sighed, and nuzzled his face against Randy and murmured softly. "See, you're still doing your job..."

Randy let out a very soft, breathless chuckle, and nuzzled him back, his hoof softly cupping his cheek. “And I’ll keep d-doing it, f- for as l-long as it takes..” he gave him a very light, very tender kiss on the lips, a few small tears rolling down his cheeks.