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Polaris – Chapter 9

Series Summary: When Beau Arlen moved to Montana, he left behind a past he wasn’t proud of. But when a series of murders requires the FBI’s help, Sheriff Arlen‘s ghosts come back to haunt him one by one. With a wrong turn waiting at every crossroads, it’s hard to make the right choices and find his way back home – back to you.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x FBI Agent!Reader

Warnings: 18+, ramp up the angst, guilt trips all around, hospitals, bits of fluff in all the chaos, smut (with a heavy dose of more angst)

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Well, there was no way this wasn't going to be angsty af. Enjoy the ride, loves! 😘

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Chapter 9: Marooned

The cool, breezy autumn air whipped you across your face, a sharp, frigid sting in your lungs that burned right through to your heart. Each breath you desperately clutched was a fight for life.

Your mind, moonstruck and lunatic, spun complicated cobwebs. Your feeble body and fragile bones threatened to crumble and crack underneath the devastating weight of the truth. You crouched down on the parking lot asphalt, head heavy in your shaking hands.

“Hey, hey, just breathe…” Beau’s deep voice and warm hand on your back were a short-lived comfort before the first sob broke through you.

He knelt down in front of you, large hands cupping your head when your own grew too tired to hold it. He rested his forehead against yours, green eyes leveling with you. His thumbs wiped the tears from your cheeks.

“Maybe it’s not him,” Beau bargained, his voice a soft whisper. His disavowing mind refused to accept what his breaking heart knew to be true.

However, there was no doubt in yours. “No, I’m sure it’s him.”

“It still might not be true… It could be one of those CGI deep-fakes. You know, they’ve gotten crazy good… She just wants to mess with us,” Beau tried to reason, every bone in his body fighting to accept the truth. Because as soon as he would acknowledge it, he’d lose you. How could he live with that?

Your eyes lifted from the ground, your gaze boring into his. “You really believe that?” Your voice was harsh enough to break through the solid brick barrier he had erected over his heart, your words a wrecking ball. A jittery and hesitant lick of his lips was his abdication. He lowered his head in resignation. “How’s that even possible? You saw him die, right?

Beau’s mouth opened without an answer, his eyes flickered alive with memories. Panic rose with realization and poisoned the pumping blood that coursed through his heart. “I-I saw him get dragged away… I heard the shot.”

He was sure. He was so, so, so sure. And then, it all fell apart. What had he done?

You straightened up, slipping out of his grasp, and clasped your mouth, turning your back to him as your body rattled with shock. “Oh my God… Oh God…”

Beau rose to his feet behind you and swallowed harshly as the realization hit him like a freight train. He wanted to reach out and touch you, needing you now more than ever, but he didn’t know if he still could. His mind raced a mile a minute with questions he couldn’t find an answer to.

How was Randy still alive? Had the cartel kept him all this time? How did Diane find out? And how the hell did she get a hold of him?

“Y/N, I-… I don’t know what to say.” His voice trembled. He could feel you drift further and further away from him till you were just a dot out on the vast ocean. He didn’t want to lose you but didn’t know how to stop it, either. He thought all he needed was for you to just look at him, and it would all be right again. But when you did, it shattered his heart into a million pieces.

“All this time he was alive and God knows where. I-I could’ve looked for him. I could’ve helped him…”

“You didn’t know,” Beau said softly, pushing your blame onto himself. He could’ve known. He should’ve known. He felt helpless, lost, adrift. “Y/N, what d’you want me to do?”

You needed a moment to clear your head enough to think straight. If it wasn’t Randy but any other victim, what would you do next?

“We need to find that bunker. Get him outta there,” you concluded. “You think he’s still alive? You think she’d kill him?”

Recalling the snippet of the video, you remembered the timeline only read an hour instead of the usual forty-eight. It wasn’t about making you suffer through his death because you’d already done that. Diane just wanted you to see.

Beau knew there were only two possible options. Either Diane caught Randy only to show he was still alive and then kill him, or she brought him back into your life to wreak havoc. But the hows and whys didn’t really matter. Both options would cause a rift between you two wider than the Grand Canyon. If Randy was back, dead or alive, Beau’s relationship with you wouldn’t survive it.

He knew it was over. You’d never pick him. He wasn’t the love of your life. He wasn’t your once in a lifetime. He wasn’t true love.

He was your second choice. The one you were stuck with. Your rebound.

“I don’t know,” Beau replied and forced some oxygen into his lungs. He didn’t know for how long he had held his breath. For a minute there, he had forgotten how to breathe at all – and he didn’t even care.

The ringing of your phone broke both of you out of your haze and fatal fantasies. You fished it out of your pocket and stared at the screen with a furrowed brow.

“Who is it?”

“Unknown caller,” you replied before you answered the phone, pinning it between your shoulder and ear. “Hello? Yes, this her…”

Beau watched as your eyes widened, how your brow rose, how your mouth fell open, how your heart stopped. As you hung up, he could see you swallow before you found his eyes. He waited with bated breath for news he already knew.

“That was the hospital here. They said someone brought in my husband.”

The stone silent ten-minute drive to the hospital felt like an eternity. Beau drove, his grip stiff and knuckle-white around the steering wheel. The heat of the old Jeep had barely kicked in by the time you arrived, your hot breaths coming out in vaporizing clouds as you bit your nails bloody and down to their beds on the passenger’s seat. Neither of you spoke a word, too terrified it would cut the last string between you that still tied you to each other.

As the bright sign of the hospital came into view, your heart thudded in your ears, so loudly you could barely hear the world around you anymore. Everything was subdued and distorted as if someone was holding your head underwater. All you wanted was air, but your lungs flooded with water.

Beau killed the engine in the parking lot. Both of you sat there in silence and petrified in time, two fossils buried deep in the earth and uncovered by archeologists with fine brushes millions of years later.

His gaze drifted up to the star-filled sky, green eyes locked on the North Star. He wished he could rewind the tape to that night, all the way back to the start where the two of you were still alive. His eyes then swerved to your hand that lay there untouched on the edge of your seat, his own palm twitching to hold it in his.

“You want me to come in with you?” Beau asked carefully.

It was the first time since you’d left the Sheriff’s Department that you looked at him again. Your eyes were pleading. “Of course I do. Please don’t go. Don’t let me do this alone.”

Then, you saw it – the flicker of relief that flashed through him. You recognized the insecurity and apprehension in his eyes. Your heart dropped. You had been so consumed by the news, you hadn’t noticed how he had spiraled. You clasped his hand tightly in yours. He squeezed it desperately back. He was drowning, and your touch was the lifeline he had been waiting for.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to see him. I don’t know if I’m ready to see you with him,” Beau confessed. He had endangered his best friend, deserted him, and left him to die. And that wasn’t even the worst he’d done. The worst was you.

“Me neither,” you admitted and interlaced your fingers with his. “We’ll take it step by step, okay?”

He nodded.

As the nurse sent you down the hallway to your believed-to-be-dead but actually only-long-lost husband, you didn’t know what to expect as your hand lingered on the door handle.

Beau could not only feel the tension in your body but physically see it. The stiffness in your neck and shoulders, the tremble in your hands, and the twitch in your eyes were a dead giveaway.

As you felt Beau behind you with a hesitant palm resting on your lower back, you wondered if you should tell Randy. You supposed you had to at some point. And suddenly, you felt overwhelmed.

You had been so focused on what awaited you in that room, you hadn’t thought about what your husband expected. Or was it ex? Did he know you had moved on? Were you still allowed to? Would he be happy for you? Would he let you go? Would he hate you for it? He probably would, considering who you ended up with. Or maybe you had it all wrong, and he would be relieved it was someone he loved, too. Wouldn’t you be if the roles were reversed?

His death had severed your ties, but now that he was back, were your vows, too? Did he even know everyone thought he was dead? Had you cheated? Was that what Diane had been trying to tell you? That you had sinned? That you were a liar? That you were awful? That you were a whore?

“Should I-, uhm…”

“No,” Beau answered your dangling question as if he could read your mind. He dropped his hand from your back and ceased all contact, even going as far as taking a step back. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought you were radioactive. That should’ve been answer enough. “Not yet, at least.”

“Okay.” The rejection hurt, but you understood. This was hard for him, too. Maybe even harder. You had to weather the storm alone, ship-wrecked and marooned on a desolate island.

“You wanna go in alone first?”

“No.” You shook your head and pushed down the handle, suddenly feeling more courageous and determined than before.

You barged in. Not gentle. Not slow. The urge to see him, face to face within the same four walls – after all these years, after all the tears – washed over you like heavy rainfall. You didn’t want to weather the storm – you wanted to be it. It felt safer than to seek shelter under driftwood.

Then, your heartbeats halted. The world around you paused. No murmurs in the hallway, no beeping machines or bustling footsteps. It felt like you were standing in the eye of the hurricane, everything else flying fast around you, but the center was calm.

As you stood there, feet calcified in front of his bed, a set of familiar whiskey-colored eyes found you. The slightly furrowed brow above them softened, his lips parted in awe. He still looked the same, only slightly aged by the years and what he’d been through.

“Randy?” Your voice was a quiet tremble but still filled the entire room.

A smile flickered alive on his face. “Hey,” he said, his own voice raspy and dry as if he hadn’t had water in several days. Deserted like he had been. His hazel eyes lit up, full of love and adoration. It was the same look he had always worn when he gazed at you. For a second, it felt like nothing had changed. It saturated your frozen heart with warmth and your gray and bleak vision with technicolor.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” you stammered with a thick swallow.

Randy snorted a bit. “Now, you know how I always felt,” he quipped, blinking the tears in his eyes away. He’d always been a ray of sunshine. He was light and sweet and good down to his bones. A part of you had expected that light to fade, though, considering what he must’ve experienced the last few years. But it hadn’t. He was still shining as bright as ever, his spirit untouched by the darkness that had tried to swallow him. “Are you just gonna stand there like a moron?”

A small laugh escaped you as tears began to sting your eyes when he spoke those same words you once had said to him. You wanted to cry when you heard them. What sliver of doubt remained in your mind that it wasn’t truly him vanished upon his words. Your feet wanted to move forward, but your heart tugged you back.

You glanced back over your shoulder and found Beau, standing with lovelorn patience by the door as he watched the exchange between you two. The muscle in your chest then stung, like someone had dropped it into a pit full of cacti. You felt torn in two, pulled into opposite directions.

Randy followed your gaze and finally noticed his second visitor, his brow shooting up in surprise. For a second, Beau felt nervous as he awaited a reaction. He expected resentment, hatred, blame, and anger. What he got, however, was a rising smile.

“Hey, man.” Randy seemed happy to see him, not an ounce of animosity detectable. “You two realize you’re staring, right?”

“‘S good to see you, Randy,” Beau managed to say and forced a quivering smile to his lips. And it wasn’t a lie. A big part of him was elated to have his best friend, his old partner, his brother back. But he couldn’t ignore the gnashing, lethal wound in the shape of you that Randy’s return caused.

Carefully, you stepped closer and let out a nervous breath as you sat down at the edge of his bed. He reached out and tenderly caressed your cheeks, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. A smile curved his lips as soon as he touched you again. It felt like he was holding a miracle while you looked at him like he was a ghost.

“You look good, sweetheart,” he said. His hand then slid down your arm to hold yours, fingers brushing over the one. His gaze dropped when he couldn’t feel what he was looking for, the tan line of the missing item around your ring finger still visible. Pensively, he licked his lips. “They told me everyone thought I was dead.”

“Yeah, uhm, that’s kinda my fault. I’m sorry, buddy,” Beau said and swallowed harshly. The sight in front of him almost took him out. Even though it was a familiar picture, one he had seen a million times before, seeing it now was a different story. After everything he knew, you in someone else’s arms that weren’t his felt like a bullet piercing through his chest. His heart was bleeding. “I thought you got shot.”

“It’s okay. Don’t blame yourself, man. It was crazy in there. It could’ve happened to anybody. I did get shot. Only the slug went straight through the shoulder,” Randy explained. “Cartel then took me to Mexico. Juárez.”

Your wide eyes wandered to Beau, the two of you sharing a horrified look. Randy had been right underneath your noses this entire time. You could’ve saved him.

“You were in Juárez? We were there, too,” you muttered in shocked realization.

“Oh, I know,” Randy said, surprising you both. Your heart beat faster, accelerating to lightning speed and close to jumping out of your chest. Did he already know about you and his best friend? But he answered your question before you could ask it. “Cartel talked about a task force moving in on them. I overheard them once. Said my old partner and wife were looking for me. When y’all got too close, though, they moved me further south. There’s nothin’ you coulda done.”

“What did they do to you? How are you still alive?” you asked and didn’t want to sound ungrateful for it, but you were completely baffled. You had too many questions racing through your mind.

Randy chuckled a little at your line of questioning. “You’re still the same.” He smiled and tore your heart apart, because you knew you weren’t. Not really. “I think they thought they could keep me for leverage. Trade me at some point? They held me in a basement at first till they moved me south. Kept me at farm of some cartel member. It wasn’t highly guarded, but even when I had opportunity to flee, I didn’t know where I was or where to go. I thought they’d either kill me or give me back at some point, but then months… years passed. I gave up hope they’d ever let me go. And then, one night they threw a bag over my head and I woke up in some weird bunker… in Montana. Apparently. Anyone wanna explain what I’m doing here? How did you guys get here so fast? They only brought me here a few hours ago. Had to convince them a little to find and call you since they thought I was dead.”

“I was already here for a case. There’s a crazy serial killer lady who took you. That’s who locked you into that bunker,” you explained and watched his brow crease.

“Huh.”

“I work Major Crimes now. It’s a long story,” you added quickly. You didn’t even know where to start. How could you recap three years?

“Really?” His smile was back. This time, it was a proud one. “That’s good. You always wanted that.”

“Yeah.” You blushed a little and gave him a small smile in return.

He squeezed your hand, his gaze flickering to your missing ring on your finger once more. “So, uhm… since everyone thought I was dead, I guess we’re not married anymore, huh?”

Your heart exploded like he had just deposited a grenade inside of it. You averted your gaze to your joined hands. “Uh, Randy…”

“No, hey, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he quickly soothed and chuckled to lift your worries, and you weren’t sure if it was a real smile or just one for your sake. “I’m just trying to catch up, you know? Get up to speed. ‘Sides, if we’re not married anymore, we could have a second wedding. Might be fun, right?”

Tears gathered in your eyes as you tried to smile through the pain. “Uh, yeah.” You nodded and hoped he couldn’t see your reluctance.

Randy then stretched his neck and pulled you closer, his lips meeting yours in a slow and chaste kiss that felt like your first. Tears of happiness mixed with sadness as they rolled down your cheeks. When Beau softly cleared his throat, you broke away from Randy, your cracked heart shattering into sharp daggers that sliced through your skin. What were you supposed to do, though? Reject the man you married because it would break the heart of the one you currently loved?

“I-, uh, I should go. Let you two catch up,” Beau said uncomfortably. The crestfallen look on his face destroyed you. “I’ll keep the press away from this for as long as I can. Lord knows they love a good back-from-the-dead story.”

“You can do that?” Randy arched a curious brow.

Beau pulled his jacket back a little and tapped the badge on his belt. “Kinda the sheriff here.”

“Wow, congrats, man. You deserve it,” Randy said with a genuinely happy grin. He seemed like a kid who was catching up with all his friends on the first day of school after summer break.

Beau gave him a tight smile that said he didn’t think he deserved it. But only you could read that one. “Uhm, thanks, bud. I see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Beau, wait–”

But he had rushed out of that room so fast, he couldn’t even hear you as the door fell shut behind him. You offered Randy the same tight-lipped smile and stroked his cheek. Your emotions were a mangled mess. A part of you was hauled back to the past, old feelings that you had buried deep coming back alive, while new ones reminded you that it wasn’t the same anymore.

“Give me a sec, okay? I’ll go talk to your doctor. See when we can get you outta here,” you said and waited for Randy’s nod of confirmation before you darted out of the room.

Your heart thrummed in your ribcage as you raced down the hospital’s corridors all the way to the parking lot where you finally caught up with Beau. He was on a fast-paced escape to his car before he stopped when you called his name.

“Beau, wait!”

As he spun around, he dragged a palm over his face in an attempt to wipe away the tears. But the evidence was still visible, his eyes red and distraught. “You should go back, Y/N. He needs you.”

The heart in your throat caused you to choke. “So do you. I’m so sorry,” you said, sniffling as tears flowed down your cheeks. But as you stepped forward to hold him, he took a step back.

“It’s okay. I get it. Trust me. I do. He’s your husband, and I’m just… Well, I’m nothin’,” he said, his voice laden with heartbreak. “Just don’t come closer, ‘cause if you do, I don’t know if I can hold myself back, alright? ‘Cause all I wanna do right now is kiss you and love you, even it’s the last time. I can’t do that to him. You understand?”

Everything in you wanted to break through the fence he had set up, full-throttle with a lead foot on the gas, but you thought it was best to respect his wishes for now. You didn’t even know where your head was and wanted to avoid hurting him more.

“Here, uhm, you should have this back.” He fished out your wedding ring from his back pocket and dropped it into your palm, the quick brush of his skin tearing you apart even more. The golden band suddenly felt heavier than it ever had. You didn’t even know when he had grabbed it from his desk drawer, but the foresight scared you. He let out a humorless chuckle as the sadness brimmed in his green eyes. “Not the ring I thought I’d give you…”

Your lips parted, your brow lifting in realization. Whatever dusted remnants were left of your heart plummeted. “Beau…”

“Don’t. ‘S okay,” he wrung out with a doleful smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? Call if you need somethin’.”

With a passive nod, he jumped into his Jeep. You clutched the ring in your hand so tightly it almost burned through your skin as you watched him drive off.

Beau uncapped his third beer of the night (plus two tumblers of whiskey and a shot of his old friend Don Julio) as he sat on the bed in his trailer. A pile of your clothes still lay on the floor to his right, your favorite coffee mug stood in the kitchen sink, and your shampoo was stored in the shower. It felt like you hadn’t left, even though you had.

He replayed the clips of the hospital in his mind over and over again. How Randy held your hand. How he touched your cheek. How he kissed you. How he looked at you when he first saw you – like he had finally found the piece of his heart again that he lost years ago, the same love in his brown eyes that had been there since day one. And Beau understood, because he had felt the same way once, too, when you walked into his office – back into his life.

He told himself it was the torture he deserved for all of his sins. And he swallowed it all down – the hurt, the heartbreak, the jealousy, the possessiveness. He had no right to feel those things. Not anymore. You weren’t his. You never were.

How long did he have with you this time around? Five weeks?

Suddenly, he regretted leaving Houston, regretted leaving you. He wasted a whole year that he could’ve spent loving you. He always thought, in the end, he'd have more time. Eternity, even. How fucking foolish was that?

The headlights and sounds of a car in front of his home drew his attention to the window, shadows and lights dancing along the walls of his trailer. He couldn’t see his visitor, but considering it was in the middle of the night, he assumed it was either Jenny or Cassie checking up on him. He had texted them to let them know what was going on. But as he opened the door, the sight left him speechless.

“Y/N…” Your name fell from his lips like you were an angel he had prayed for. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if his eyes were seeing things right, or if you were a booze- and depression-induced hallucination. You wouldn’t be the first ghost that came back to haunt him, after all.

“You ain’t nothing.”

With those words still floating in the night air, you cupped his neck and crashed your lips against his, kissing him fervently with everything you had as tears streamed down your cheeks. He returned the kiss just as passionately, although you could feel a part of him fighting against it. But his large hands grabbed your waist and pulled you flush against him, the kiss lasting till both of you were bluer than the sky. You didn’t let go of him, though, hands holding onto his shirt, too scared he would slip through the cracks of your fingers if you did.

“Y/N, I can’t…”

“I love you,” you interjected his hesitance with firmness and gripped him tighter, your gaze drilling into him like you hoped your words would. “You think I’d just forget? You think my feelings for you just vanish into thin air? It doesn’t work that way. I can’t just snap my fingers and stop loving you. I can't go back to the way things were. I know you think me and Randy are some great love story, but so are you and I. Look, when he died, I grieved that loss and it felt like I was dying, too. I never thought life would be... exciting... and fun... and happy... and so full of love again. And then… I-I fell in love with you, and my life somehow started again. And I know this whole situation is fucked up and confusing and impossible. And I don’t know what to do… I don't know what the right thing is here. But I do know you feel right, and I can’t just pretend you and me and everything good that came with it never existed. I don’t want to. Please, just… I need you, Beau. You said you wouldn't leave again. You're not making things better by walking away...”

With a stretch of your toes, your nose grazed his before you gently claimed his plump, soft lips once more. Your tear-stained cheeks met the roughness of his beard. The kiss started ginger and careful, giving him time to withdraw if he wanted to. But he didn’t. His tongue slipped inside your mouth and stoked the flames of the fire that burned for him deep within your soul. Inhibitions were set ablaze as the kiss turned searing. He hoisted you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his middle as he carried you inside.

The trailer’s peaceful silence was disturbed by panting breaths, a pathway of clothes leading from the entrance to the bed. You peeled off his shirt, and he slid off yours over your head. You unclasped your bra and tore it off, pressing your tits against his bare chest as your lips tried to remain connected to each other through it all. By the time he sat down on the edge of the mattress with you on top, only two naked bodies seeking friction remained.

You wanted to feel him everywhere, wanted him to fill you and make you whole again until you stopped feeling like you were breaking apart at the seams. Hands roamed and explored as tongues mingled and savored tastes. As you straddled his muscular thighs, his arms wound around your middle and kept you firmly pressed against him, his hold on you strong as his fingers dented your flesh. You hoped it was enough to leave bruises behind. You never wanted to forget him, wishing his marks would be permanent ink on your skin.

“I need you,” you murmured against his thoroughly kiss-swollen lips, his cock rubbing against your soaking core as you gently rocked your hips.

“I want you,” you assured him, your mouth trailing a path of featherlight kisses along his jaw and down to his throat, his groan vibrating against your soft lips. One hand steadied itself on his broad shoulder as your other one fisted his hard, throbbing length and positioned it at your entrance, his cockhead gliding through your slick and teasing you till you shuddered with wanton need to feel him inside of you.

“I love you,” you whispered and gasped as you sank down, sheathing his thick cock in your warmth as your velvety walls welcomed him. With a needy and yet tender kiss, you soothed his grunt when he was fully inside you and prodded at your cervix. “Wanna make you feel good, okay?”

He nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck, Y/N, don’t do this to me if you’re gonna leave,” he pleaded, his gravelly voice laced with desperation and pain. His hand softly caressed your face as he rested his forehead against yours. His love for you radiated in his green eyes like kryptonite.

You cupped his bearded cheeks and forced him to look at you, lifting his chin to find your eyes. “I’m not leaving you, okay?”

“But–”

You kissed him before he could bring forth all the reasons why you should, but you didn’t care. Your heart was the North Star, and your heart had led you to him. When you left the hospital, there was nowhere else you wanted to go, no one you wanted to see more. Your heart had only ached for him.

You were finally home, and now that you were back in the arms where you belonged, you kissed him so hard till his mind quieted down to a soft lullaby. You kissed him so hungrily till his cock twitched inside of you because you were the only one he wanted, too. You kissed him so passionately he felt your love for him seep into his own heart.

As you began to roll your hips, he met you thrust by thrust as he pounded up into you. His massive hands and sinful mouth roamed every inch of your body. Palms groped your tits and fingers tickled your spine. Lips kissed your throat and tongue massaged your nipples. Teeth grazed your flesh and beard burned your skin.

Your nails dug into the thick muscles on his shoulders and scraped his scalp as his cock split you open with each pump. His girth tore you apart, each time you eased back down a new pleasurable burn coursing through you as your walls stretched to accommodate all of him.

Your pace rose with the tides of your hips, your thighs flexing as your cunt stroked his cock and came closer to the finish line. Beau buried his head in the crook of your neck, writhing and groaning underneath you. His fingers bit into your flesh, surely leaving bruises behind this time. Your tits rubbed against his chest, and you could feel his muscles tensing and straining underneath your fingertips with each bounce. He was barely holding on.

“Come for me, baby,” you beckoned him, feeling your own orgasm approach. The fuse was sparked and burned a path right to your explosive core. “I love you…”

“Fuck!” Beau cried out and spilled into you, his body trembling in your grasp. Those words were all it took to tip him over the edge.

You came with a thundering moan. His release triggered your own, your pussy pulsing violently around him and milking his cock for all he’d got. His cum mixed with your arousal and gushed out of you, trickling down your thighs and coating even his balls. Your thighs shook with exhaustion as you let yourself fall down on him, his arms catching you and holding you close.

Still panting, his mouth found yours in the dark. His thumbs stroked your flushed cheeks, the rest of his fingers dangling in your hair, the grip soft turned bruising as he kept you lip-tied to him, the kiss tender turned rough.

His nose brushed yours as he looked deeply at you. You could see the despair drowning in his pine green eyes, his emotions overtaking him.

“Pick me. Don’t go,” he begged in a harsh whisper, your flushed face in his warm palms.

You placed a gentle kiss on his lips and nodded. “I’m not going anywhere, corazón.”

Chapter 10: It Matters

Phew, writing that hospital scene nearly killed me 😮‍💨 Next up, we have even more drama as the awkward throuple reaches a boiling point...

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nwjn-z · 1 year ago

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Hello~ could I request Stan knocking on reader’s window in the middle of the night sad bc Randy’s being… Randy? So they go out to Stark’s Pond and sit on the bench while he rants and they drink n stargaze n stuff?

Late night confessions — feat. Stan Marsh x reader

warning(s): yelling, drinking, swearing

author’s note: OMG ANON IM SO SORRY I DIDNT UPLOAD THIS SOONER IVE BEEN REALLY BUSY, here you go tho i know it’s late asf but i hope you like it😞

It was 2:34 am, and the quite mountain town of South Park was in a peaceful slumber, but the Marsh household was anything but quite and peaceful.

“ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS DRINK AND MOPE IN YOUR ROOM ALL DAY INSTEAD OF HELPING YOUR FAMILY!” Randy seethes to his son.

“HELPING YOU WITH YOUR STUPID FUCKING WEED FARM ISNT HELPING THE FAMILY YOU DICK!” Stan spits back.

“You know what Stan? I am so sick and tired of your shit. You don’t do jack shit all day, you never want to help out with the family business, and when you do decide to help you always fuck up. You are going to get no where in life with this kind of attitude Stanley.”

All it took to push Stan over the edge was bringing up his future. Ever since starting high school, Stan biggest anxiety was what he was going to do with his life. The fear of ending up a “waste of space” kept him up at night.

“Seriously fuck you dad.” Stan sniffles as he storms out the house, wanting to be anywhere but “home”.

Stan gets in his car and makes his way to town with only his phone and wallet. He needed comfort right now. He needed to go somewhere that was familiar, somewhere that he felt safe at.

Stark’s Pond was special to Stan. Growing up it was his favourite place to be, where he hung out with his friends, where he had his first kiss, and where he had his few good memories with his dad.

But he didn’t want to be alone right now, he wanted to be with someone he could talk to, who would understand him, who could make him forget all about his problems, who could make him feel good no matter what, he needed you.

You were up late for no particular reason. It was summer so you were off your normal schedule. You mindlessly scrolled through your phone while the rest of your family was fast asleep.

When Stan made his way to your house he began to climb up on to your balcony. When he managed to do so he couldn’t help but stare at you through the space in between your curtains.

He saw you laying on your stomach swinging your legs back and fourth and holding a pillow to rest your head on while you where preoccupied with your phone.

You where so beautiful to him. You always had been since the day you two met. He loved your hair, your eyes, the way you talked, how you were always to quite yet kind, the way you made him feel so weak. He loved it all, he couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted nothing more than to make you his.

He continued to stare, looking longingly at you with hearts in his eyes until you noticed him staring and freaked out. He saw you jump and threw your pillow at your window before you realised it was him. You cursed him under your breath while you opened the curtain to open the window for him.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You told him,

“I’m sorry I just got distracted.” he replied.

“What are you doing here, it’s almost 3 o’clock!” You said,

“I know im sorry, I just really need someone to talk to I just had a huge fight with my dad and I don’t know where else to go.” He says as his mind rushes thinking back to the fight as he tries to hold back tears.

“Hey hey it’s okay I’m sorry, we talk if you want I’m here for you.” You say sincerely.

Hearing your sweet voice speak to him so gently after being yelled at and berated makes him break his composure and hot tears stream down his face.

You immediately pull him into you and caress the back of his head as he buries his face into your neck, holding on to your waist for dear life.

After some time he reluctantly pulls away and wipes his face.

“I came over to ask if you want to go to Stark’s Pond with me.” He mutters as he tries to compose himself.

“Let me get my jacket.” Is all you say in response wasting no time getting your jacket.

“We’re gonna have to leave through my window, I don’t want to wake my parents.” You say zipping up your jacket

“Okay” he says meekly.

You both make your way out your window with Stan helping you get down. You get into Stan’s car and he begins to drive.

As you make your way to Stark’s Pond, you can’t help but stare at him while he drives. He has one hand on the bottom of the stirring wheel and the other hand on the gear shift. His hands are rough from years of sports and roughhousing outside, yet whenever you felt them they were so soft.

Your daydreaming was cut short when he came to a stop and you realised you weren’t at Stark’s Pond.

“I’m gonna grab drinks real quick, you want anything?” he asked

“I’ll just have whatever you are having, even though you shouldn’t be drinking.” you say in disapproval of his habit

“Yeah I know but I kinda need it right now.” he responds somewhat bashfully.

“I guess” you say.

As you sit in the car waiting for him you start to wonder why he came to you. I mean you guys are close friends but you thought that him and Kyle were closer, that he would go to his childhood best friend for things like this. Right?

You aren’t left with your thoughts for long as Stan quickly makes his way out the store and back into the car.

He gets back into the car and after a couple of seconds he starts to drive again.

The convenient store wasn’t far from Stark’s Pond so you arrived fairly quickly.

“We’re here” Stan announces

You simply reply with a hum in acknowledgment and make your way out the car with him.

You sit down and he hands you a drink before cracking open his. You two sit in silence drinking until your thoughts from sitting in the convenient store parking lot make their way back into your head.

“Hey, why did you want to hang out with me of all people?” you say still leaning your head back staring at stars

“What?” He asks, almost dumbfounded

“I mean like why not Kyle or Wendy even, they’ve known you longer and probably better than I do so I just thought you would go to one of them for something like this.” you tell him honestly

“Do you not want me to come to you?” He asks, worry written all his face and voice.

“WHAT!? NO! I mean i just thought that like, you would think I wouldn’t be any help you know?”

“Nah dude that’s bullshit, besides why would I go to my ex about my problems.” he chuckles lightheartedly

“I don’t know I thought she would get you I guess.” you say as he shakes his head “no”.

“Oh well what about Kyle then, surely he’d be your first responder or something.”

“Kyle doesn’t know shit about me at this point, anytime I try and talk to him about the things I go through he just doesn’t get it.” he responds truthfully

“We’re still best friends and all but, he just doesn’t understand why I can’t just “get over it” you know? It gets really fucking frustrating.”

You take a minute to process what he said but before you can say anything he begins to speak again,

“You aren’t like that though. You’re always so nice and never make me feel stupid or crazy for feeling the way that I do.”

His words flustered you. Only you made him feel comfortable and safe? You felt your heart clench at the thought. Without thinking you put your hand over his and finally look over at him,

“I’m glad I can be that person for you.” You say sincerely with a smile on your face

And just like that Stan just couldn’t take it anymore. You were truly the most amazing person he has ever known. You’re sweet, kind, and genuine soul made his heart swell and his face smile. He couldn’t hold back the words that left his mouth in that moment,

“I’m so in love with you.” He says with hearts basically in his eyes.

“What!?” You respond eyes wide and face flushed

“WHAT?!” he yelps, “OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT I MEAN I DID BUT NOT IF YOU DONT WANT ME TO AAAHH IM SORRY JUST FORGET I EVER SAID ANYTHI-“

“I like you too, well love.” you say honestly having waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity,

“Wait what?Really!?” Stan says, dumbfounded but simultaneously feeling his heart burst with joy

“Yeah dude” you respond with a lighthearted laugh, but before you could say anything else you felt the slight wetness of his lips on yours, relishing in the feeling you close your eyes and lean in, completely melting in his touch.

“You love me?” he asks smiling, wanting nothing more than to hear you say those three words over and over until he can’t hear anymore,

“I love you.” you say, more than happy to repeat that phrase till your voice gives out.

#south park #south park x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x you #stan x reader #stan marsh headcanons #stan marsh sp

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rainbowheart-princess · 5 months ago

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I just finished watched Mr. Monk and Sharona from season 8, and wow.

The opening scene was great. I love that Adrian washed out his eyes to double check that he was actually seeing and talking to Sharona. The chemistry between Monk and Sharona hasn't faded at all, and like they said in the 2008 interview, it's as if Bitty Schram haven't left at all. She still portrayed Sharona so well, and made me rethink why I always liked her and Adrian together.

When Monk kept touching Sharona's bag to see if she had the ticket, and Sharona was pushing his hands away. And Monk kept doing it, and Sharona pushed his hands away again, before admiting she doesn't have it. Or When Sharona got the wipes from the drawer, and gived one to Monk, and Monk smiled at her saying "You still got it." Ah I loved that scene. (I would put gifts of the scene, but I do not know how to make gifs). Also, when Benjy was mentioned, it warmed my heart.

I was mainly disappointed with this episode because I expected Sharona and Monk to solve the crime... Sharona and Monk style for old times' sake (as well as to thoroughly please the Sharona fans), but because Natalie is also Monk's assistant, it was obvious they were going with the two women argue for which one is the better assistant, before making up and capturing the criminal together plot, which I didn't mind. I just really wished we had more moments with Adrian and Sharona in this episode. I mean, it is titled Mr. Monk and Sharona.

I love when Stottlemeyer spoke to Adrian about how different Sharona and Natalie are, and he's correct. There are so different, and I liked them both because of that.

It was amusing when it was revealed that Adrian paid Sharona $20 more than Natalie, and Monk's excuses were funny as well. I'm glad Adrian and Sharona shared a beautiful embraced after her little speech. I'm not good with numbers, but I think that's like the third time they have hugged. Which isn't that bad, since Adrian and Sharona has been together for 35+ episodes (including this one), and neither initiate the hugs—well... Sharona initiated all three, but hopefully you guys know what I mean.

And ugh! When Sharona was like "I know that look. I hate that look." because she knows that Monk knows ther her uncle's death wasn't an accident, but murder. Ugh! And it hurts Monk because he knows it wasn't an accident, and since it wasn't an accident, Sharona won't be able to get the money from the golf company. Aw my. It's a good thing the ending didn't disappoint :)

Another thing: I didn't liked that Sharona and Randy dated—not because I shipped Adrian and Sharona. I didn't liked it because I believed the two shouldn't dated because of familiarity. Randy should've dated another girl, or a girl he had an onscreen relationship with. Crystal came to mind. I also don't think they suit each other besides the surface level (this is funny since I ship Adrian and Sharona together). Although he's the comedic relief of the show(which I believed hindered some of his character development), Randy had shown incompetency which would annoy Sharona. There's more reasons, but if yiu ship them together, that's cool as well. There's no rules to shipping. Those are my personal reasons. There's someone of you guys who probably reached reached the idea of Adrian and Sharona together, and that's okay.

Overall, the episode was okay. It reminds me why I miss Sharona so much. Tony's and Bitty's chemistry is still through the roof. I wonder what behind the scenes of that episode looked like.

#monk 2002 #monk and sharona #adrian monk #sharona fleming #sharona #monk x sharona #bitty schram #tony shalhoub #tv shows #shipping

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msookyspooky · 1 year ago

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Fours a Franchise

Part 11

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You stared at the back of her head.

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

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

"...What?"

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

You stared. "...Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes. I have a license."

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

….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"10-4, Sir."

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

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

Judy demanded and gave you a mild glare.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"YN, I told you a safe house-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were ending this shit tonight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It was for Randy!" Robbie sheepishly exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jill looked at her. "What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Robbie scoffed and shook his head.

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

"Yep." She replied.

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

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

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

"Gunner Hansen."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah. You are. I agree."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jill laughed wryly while looking up a moment.

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

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

Trevor gave her a confused look.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She grinned at him. "Uh huh."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who invited you, Trevor?!"

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

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

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

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

"Oh Kirby!"

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

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

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

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

Jill puffed air past her cheeks.

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

They both screamed seeing you at the door.

"YN?!" Jill exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

By a scream…

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

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

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

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

#scream #stu macher #billy loomis #my writing #scream fanfiction #yn fanfic #she her yn #my stories #scream 4 #fours a franchise

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shrimpsalot · 5 months ago

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Oh gawd I dreamt of quite a weird AU(?) last night so yapping ahead!!

So for whatever reason instead of getting a full ss3, we just get random episodes here and there about their 11th-12th year? Randy and Howard's relationship r still ride or die but they managed to form a bigger friend circle with Theresa, Debbie, Julian, Bucky and Rachel and often have lunch together in a more darker gloomier version of the cafeteria (think it's just my irl school cafeteria that got projected into my dreams 😭 but for shits and giggles let's say Slimovitz ran out of budget to fix it completely after another monster attack). Unfortunately there was an assignment in class that put Howard and Debbie in the same group, idk about everyone else, and they have to research about stuff like Ninja's Japan origins, tactics, fighting techniques, types of weapons he used etc. Ofc no one knows it better than randy (and kinda howard) so when they were fighting about it during lunch, Randy just casually went "no actually because if you maneuver your body like that you wouldn't ensure a safe landing and might twist your ankle, also the chain sickle is used more as a defensive weapon such as blocking a sword, locking the opponent's weapon in place and potentially yanking it towards you, and did you know smoke bombs are crafted wit-" accidentally yapping about things Nomicon taught him until Howard cuts in to save his butt "see Debbie, even Cunningham's more knowledgeable about the ninja you sure you've been studying him properly for your reports?" which re-enabled their argument and divert the attention away from randy(which he's gonna thank Howard for later). A bit of time later an attack happen in town while they were working on the assignment in the cafeteria after school, Randy ofc had to leave but it'd be suspicious so he made an excuse maybe smth along the lines of they can learn more by watching the ninja fight and everyon agreed. Again he separated from them mid-walk to do some ninja-ing, which worried theresa that he's nowhere to be seen while Howard and Debbie is still fighting about their research. Howard couldn't take it anymore as well as lowkey bothered by Theresa so he called randy to prove that he's safe, AND to call for backup on his ninja knowledge. The phone call was the same vibe as ones in the show and while Howard was too engrossed on the convo, Ninja!Randy holding the phone answering while fighting got launched backwards to the front of the alleyway where the group was but randy didn't see them so he was unaware that they heard the phone convo. When he was finished and transformed back, he immediately ran into them after turning a corner and the first thing he said is "heeyyyy uh so I got a lil lost where were you guys? Ahaha" all for Debbie to respond with a shocked expression "YOU'RE the ninja?!?"

"what?? Nooooo I I am definitely not the Ninja psshh what makes you say that? I'm just a lil ol me Randy that's right there's no ninja here-", Theresa then explained they overheard his phone call and Randy gave in, only to be slightly offended to see Bucky looking defeated and handing Rachel $5. Cartoon scene cut and we see randy on his hands and knees in front of debbie(nothing too serious its like those comedy anime gags type of pose)

"What a sight. An 800 year old ninja vs the power of journalism." Bucky tries to lighten up the mood. Randy is begging Debbie not to write about this (for the second time) and she's having a hard time accepting (again) so she asked "what if I do write it? What would you do?" making randy look up at her with a serious face without saying anything, causing slight misunderstanding

"y-you're gonna erase me?!"

"what?? No ofc not I was just gonna mind wipe you!!!"

"mind wipe?"

"uh I mean-"

"what, by using that book that you sometimes drool on while being unconscious?"

"W-what book?-"

"is that like an 800 year old ancient ninja book of wisdom?"

"HOW ARE YOU STILL GOOD AT THIS???"

"wait 'still'?"

"CUNNINGHAM WILL YOU STOP TALKING SHE FEEDS ON YOUR ANSWERS" Howard shouted from the side

"do you mean you've mind wiped me before??"

"huh is it that time in 9th grade where you broadcasted to the whole town that he's the ninja which turned out to be false?" Rachel questioned

"I did what in 9th grade?????"

"... Debbie please" Randy pleaded

"Randy this is ridiculous" Debbie pinched her nose bridge "then why don't you just mind wipe us this time?"

"um..."

"because you can't or because the book will get mad at you?"

"enough with the mind wipe how did YOU know he was the ninja Rachel?" Howard saving randy once again

"well that time I got turned into a monster and the Ninja made me an apology song, it sounded awfully familiar to randy during music class so I just guessed, plus whenever we hang out and there's an emergency he's always the first one to disappear on us"

"and you gotta admit Randy's jokes are as bad as the ninja's " Bucky chimed in

The mood between them improved so debbie eventually agreed because they're friends for the past year or so, and that's when I started to wake up :') one more weird thing is the ninja in my dream didn't have a red scarf around his neck, it's more like black-blue color and idk maybe he looks cooler that way? At least it is in my dream

Thank u for reading I'll think about whether to make this into a real AU or not 😭😭 Edit: i just realized i dreamt of Julian but the entire time he was standing behind theresa, also worrying about randy but idk why he didnt do anything else :')

#shrimp-fried-yap #rc9gn #rc9gn au #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja

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kayetra-spade-queen · 9 months ago

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Because @drawnfamiliarfaces got me into their AU rabbit hole of a variant version of the Teen Heroes™, I hope they don't mind of me making my own variant (I'm self-conscious, please excuse me-).

First and foremost, I can't draw, at least not to the extent of completely fleshing out a sketch out of my ass (ok- I can, but only a single eye, and even then it looks like shit to me-). I can draw clothing better than making a full body to make a whole ass scene. Comics are out the window cuz I will suffer.

Second, it'll probably be more on writing than making fanarts.

Third, I didn't watch the majority of the other characters' respective shows. I watched Danny Phantom a bit because of Nicktoons, and Ben 10 because of the same person who got me into starting this whole thing. I'll probably get my own snips and bits of necessary info from the wiki, but don't expect any accuracy, and I'd appreciate if anyone could dump some info that could prove to be very necessary for me.

Fourth, this is an entire AU itself, so I'm mostly not gonna follow canon at most. There will be stories I will try to twist to my liking.

Fifth, ships. Yes, but bear with me here; thanks to my overconsumption of media, I will be putting just a few ships that I think are neat, but if anyone disagrees with me or didn't like how I didn't mention a ship they like (cuz I barely knew shit about the characters), then please just either move away from my blog, or block me entirely to avoid unwanted conflict. We all have our interests that make us happy, the least you could do is to respect and/or completely don't interact.

Sixth, the clothing are gonna filled with my own personal headcanons, mostly their clothing when they battle (the characters themselves too, but I'm gonna focus more on the clothes because I'm a fashion illustrator). Danny, Ben, and Randy are gonna wear heels because yes.

The ships involved;

Tigerghost (Manny Rivera from El Tigre x Danny Fenton from Danny Phantom) (I completely blame izbubbles for this one)

Benrex (Rex Salazar from Generator Rex x Ben Tennyson from Ben 10) (surprised? Probably not lmfao-)

Jimmytimmy (Timmy Turner x Jimmy Neutron) (first and foremost; no, none of the Nicktoons (Jimmy, Timmy, SpongeBob, and Manny) except Danny and Jenny are part of this team. Danny and Jenny still go on missions with the NU team because duh. And second; they're only here as some sort of filler and cuz I really love Nicktoons since most of them I have watched)

Headcanons involved (will get expanded in due time I swear-);

Trans Danny

Anodite Ben (still wields the Omnitrix. His anodite powers are pink too)

Dani and Dan are Danny's kids (under a different name because they have to go through a re-birth process that I'll touch upon later)

Ben's necrofriggian children now comes to earth to live with their mom (like I said, I'm not following canon)

Randy is still ninja, but because this AU involves a 3rd power/skill, I'll have to twist a bit of the canon my way, especially when it comes to the Ultimate Lesson and memory wipe

There will be some Genshin Impact references here and there, because I do play them, and I love it-

Ghost King Danny (by extent, Ghost Princess Dani and Ghost Prince Dan)

Fashion designer Ben (his sassy and confident nature could be more of a use tbh)

Primal Iudex Randy (he and Furina would get along nicely-)

Pearl Keeper Jake

Side gig magician Rex (leave me be, I think it's neat-)

Engaged Rex and Ben (all of the members are adults over 20, so don't be surprised)

Sandra Tennyson is French, so that makes Ben half-French by heritage

Ben and Randy are pen pals turned close friends by the time Ben moved to France (yes, I made Randy somewhat French here for this reason, but I'll have to put in more details later)

Rex won't lose his memories, but he'll get short-term amnesia often, which just need something to trigger the old memories back

Everyone is under the same universe

Danny's ghost team are Sam-Tucker-Valerie-Jazz and his parents (Valerie deserves better than what was given to her by canon)

Yes, Maddie and Jack knew Danny became a ghost from the very start, but they didn't treat him any differently than he was before; if anything, they felt guilty that their son had paid the price for their ignorance and neglect

Phantom Planet do not exist, and it shouldn't have been to begin with, but whatever

Valerie had always been part of Danny's gang. In terms of Shades of Gray, I'll have to change a lot of things, that includes her father's job (he didn't get fired), so I have other things in mind regarding Cujo

Cujo became Danny's pet dog later on, cuz you can't tell me these two aren't made for each other

Members from oldest to youngest, I do hope @drawnfamiliarfaces wouldn't mind me using their headcanon as well (eldest Kim, youngest Randy). I think they're really neat.

Please keep in mind that none of this follow canon whatsoever, they follow my headcanons and versions. Character backstories are written purely by my own personal headcanons too. I'll probably add actual canon when I didn't have anything good to offer, but this is what I could put for now.

#kim possible #my life as a teenage robot #danny phantom #american dragon jake long #the life and times of juniper lee #generator rex #secret saturdays #ben 10 #randy cunningham 9th grade ninja #Shades of Prisms #Kayetra Spade Queen

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sunnyie-eve · 4 months ago

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Series: Heinous

Paring: Billy Loomis x OFC ! Stu Macher x OFC ! Mickey Altieri x OFC

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: mention of rape

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When they get to hospital, Allison finds Gale and she tells her that Dewey is okay and is getting stitches from his stab wound. He was only okay because he got stabbed through his old tissue scarring from before.

"How's Mickey?" Gale asks.

"Umm, I don't know what they are doing right now. I came straight to find you to know about Dewey." She lets her know.

"I'll find you when he's ready. Go check on Mickey." Gale tells her so she slowly leaves to go find him.

"Allison Elsher." A doctor goes up to her.

"Yes?"

"I haven't been able to contact anyone yesterday but your friend Randy Meeks is still breathing." He tells her and she asks what room he's in. As soon as the doctor tells her and she rushes to the room.

"Randy!" She rushes over to him.

"Al." He quietly says.

"I thought you were dead. They said you wouldn't make it." She cries to him.

"We thought he was too till he got that small heartbeat to go back to normal. I think you interfering a little actually saved his life." The doctor comes in. "His recovery will take time because he did lose a lot of blood." He adds.

"Thank god, you're alive." She squeezes his hand.

"I'll leave you two be." The doctor leaves the room.

"Sid?" Randy gets out

"They have her in surgery... Billy's mom was the killer and so was Lia. His mom shot her in the head but the doctors said Sidney could make it. It's a very slim chance and if she does make it most of her memory will be gone because of the angle the bullet went in" She explains to him.

"And Lia?" He asks squeezing her hand, "I hardly expected her, She seemed too dumb to be one."

"Mrs. Loomis's motive was about Billy dying. And Lia seemed to do it for fun and got to hurt Mickey." Allison slightly lies to him mentally slapping herself for not saying thee whole truth.

"Who all made it?" He asks.

"Gale, Dewey; who got stabbed in the back again, and Mickey; who got shot twice in the shoulder." She lets him know.

"Are you okay." He squeezes her hand again.

"Just a few cuts and bruises but I'll live." She laughs. "I should go let Gale know your okay. I'll be back." She leaves his room. "Gale, Randy is still alive." She runs up to her.

"What?! What room is he?" She asks so Allison tells her and she runs to him while Allison asks where Mickey is and they tell her what room.

"Hey." She walks into his room.

"Thought you decide to turn me in." He chuckles.

"Like you said, I won't. Which I hate part of myself deep down." She walks over to his bed.

"Where were you?" He asks as she sits on the edge of the bed next to him.

"See Gale about Dewey then got told Randy was still alive." She lets him know.

"You opening the driver's door." He nods his head.

"I forgot you recorded that." She whispers.

"I stopped as soon as I saw you get hurt... Don't worry, Allison. I don't plan on going back to kill the three." He groans moving his shoulder.

"So what is your plan now?" She asks him.

"You, that's if you want that. If not just turn me in. I won't be mad. It was my first plan." He looks away from her.

"Mickey, look at me." She tells him so he does.

"I lied for you." She sighs, "Hell, I'm not turning in Billy and Stu when I should. Those calls I always got were them. They showed up and Billy killed his own mother. I'm so fucked up." She laughs at herself.

"So?"

"I picked you so you can tell me what that means for you." She gives him a look and he smiles.

"You still going to keep Billy and Stu a secret?"

"I shouldn't. They scare me a lot more than you do. Oddly I'm more comfortable with you than them. They had done things that you would never do to me." She tells him.

"Like what? If you don't mind me asking." He watches her try not to cry.

"Take advantage of me." She wipes her tears away, "When I wouldn't remember shit. That's why I always made it seem like a big deal when you say remember in a joining way any time you talk about us hooking up."

"Are you saying they raped you?" Mickey starts to get pissed. "If they try coming near you again. I'll try to kill them."

"Well, they hate you so you might need to watch out. They hated seeing you with me." She lets him know.

"Oh great. Two on one is fair."

"I think if they try to come near me... I'll tell on them. Which is odd because I'm not telling on you." She laughs at herself once again, "You really are different you know that."

"What do you mean?" He asks confused.

"I accidentally help them get away with by a stupid question they asked me. Then I purposely help you by not shooting you or telling in you. I had feelings for them but it's why different for you."

"Well, I'm honored and I do promise that I am done just for you. So what now?" He asks her.

"I don't know. I do know I'm dropping out of school. I kinda wanna move to a secluded area to avoid having a different psychotic person wanting me or wanting to kill me." She explains to him.

"Three is enough?" He gives her a look with a smile.

"Yes, three is enough." She nods her head, "Three too much."

"Just keep me around." He smiles.

"Don't push it." She plays with him.

"I'm hurt." He places his hand on his wounds.

"Literally and figuratively or what?" She smiles at him.

"Both." He laughs so she gives him a kiss.

"I'm gonna go see if I can see Dewey now." She gets up leaving the room. When she goes into Dewey's room he sees her and smiles. "Did Gale tell you?"

"Sid's in surgery and might make it but she won't have any memory." He sighs.

"Some good news Randy is okay. He'll been here for some time though." She lets him know.

"That's good to hear after hearing about Sidney's situation." He groans moving some.

Allison stayed around till Randy was released and he ended up moving away again to avoid what happened here too. Sidney was in a coma so her father was keeping an eye on her. Her tests were coming back good but they were still positive that she would have lost quite a few of her memories.

Gale went back to Woodsboro with Dewey to take care of him. Allison had help getting a house in a secluded area of California like she said I wanted. Mickey wanted to actually finish up film at the college so she told him to be careful.

The only people who knew where Allison lived were Dewey, and Randy. She didn't tell Mickey because part of her wanted to be away from him a bit too but at the same time she wanted to see him. She thinks it's because she had told herself she loved him compared to how she's only said she had feelings for Billy and Stu.

As she was working on some emails, her dog started to bark at the door startling her. No one, even the two who knew, would just randomly show up there without calling. Allison grabs her steel baseball bat and slowly walks to her front door and peeks out to see Mickey.

"What the hell! How did you know where I live?" She opens the door.

"Break in, look for files. Sorry but I didn't know your number and Dewey or Randy wouldn't tell me. If she wanted you to know she would have told you..." He comes in.

"How did you get past the first security gate?" She asks him.

"Your code to get in is the date we met." He smiles.

"It's the only thing I can think of people won't know. And I never thought you would find me." She tells him the truth.

"You don't want me around?" He gets upset.

"I do but part of me is scared, Mickey." She explains to him.

"But you know you don't need to be scared of me and you said I scare you less than the other two. I did my killing, I'm done. Now it can just be us." He takes her hands into his. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't miss me." He says so she looks at him.

"I missed you." She wraps her arms around him.

He looks down at her before slowly leaning in to kiss her. "You know how odd it was not having you attended college anymore." He laughs.

"What are you doing here? You still have a year or two to go." She raises an eyebrow.

"I changed my mind and decided to drop out." She shakes her head at him. "You missed me so shut up." He tickles her sides making her giggle.

"Mickey." She tries to get him to stop but he doesn't. "I love you!" She shouts and he stops.

"What?"

"I said I love you. That's what makes your situation difficult. I fell in love with you." She leans up to kiss him.

#ghostface #billy loomis #stu macher #sidney prescott #dewey riley #randy meeks #scream franchise #scream #scream 2 #scream ff #scream fanfic #mickey altieri imagine #mickey altieri

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Tiffany flinched from Dewey’s touch as he wiped at her tears. He was so gentle and she was so guilty. There was no innocent explanation for the way they were together, as much as she had tried to deny it to Randy and herself. She’d known the way Dewey felt about her from the moment he stepped back into her life, and she hadn’t done anything to discourage his feelings. No, if anything, she had strung him along on her hook despite already being in a relationship, and even hid their friendship from her boyfriend because deep down she knew that it was more than that. Maybe it was cheating in a different way. Not physically, but internally, in the way she felt when she was with Dewey. He made her laugh more in an hour than she usually did all day, he made her heart race, and he brought out a side of her that was different and refreshing. She liked herself better when she was with him—she was less judgmental, less likely to get frustrated, more brave. In the past months, he’d been more of a comfort to her than Randy; crying on his shoulder now after a blow-out fight with her boyfriend proved it more than ever. For as wrong as it was, it felt so right.

“What should you apologize for?” Tiffany questioned, looking down to avoid Dewey’s eyes until he took her hand. She finally met his gaze, her own imploring. To her mind, the only thing Dewey had ever done was show her why she and Randy weren’t meant to be together. He might think he had caused a divide in their relationship, but the boat was already leaking before he got there. It had been damaged for so long and Tiffany had spent so long plugging the hole and pretending it didn’t exist that she had even convinced herself, until Dewey came along in his perfectly sturdy ship, promising solace and smooth sailing. How could she not compare what he offered to what Randy lacked? Was it any fault of his that he swayed her simply by showing her what she had been missing? Despite his assurance, she still felt foolish for staying so long in a situation that was wrong, but he was right that she didn’t deserve this heartache. She deserved what was good for her; she deserved what she wanted. And, feeling encouraged by the warm hand she clung to, she did what Tiffany Muttonfudge did best—went for what she wanted, damn the consequences. She leaned forward and kissed Dewey.

As if Dewey didn’t already have guilt for coming to the masquerade tonight (the first moment Louie had spoken to him since the accident was still lingering in the back of his mind), he happened to catch the girl of his dreams in tears heading toward the bathroom. Oh no. He felt his heart sink, as if it wasn’t already at rock bottom by now, and he warned Webby he'd be gone a minute as he rushed over to Tiffany. He wasn’t concerned about her smeared makeup or how imperfect she may have seemed in the moment — he just had to make sure she was okay. Even if he didn't know what happened, he could take an easy guess and put two and two together, and with Randy involved, Dewey couldn't help but feel partially responsible. Was tonight the night that everything finally came out in the open?

The triplet smiled sadly at Tiffany once they found a quiet place with no one around, bringing his thumb up to lightly wipe off the leftover mascara that she'd only managed to smear even more with her own fingers. He felt so bad. It was really starting to settle with Dewey how much he managed to fuck up lately — His brothers weren't talking to him, one of them permanently injured and possibly never would forgive him for it, his and Webby's relationship would never be the same again, and now .. he had single-handedly ruined Tiffany and Randy's relationship. Which, in retrospect may not be a bad thing, considering it gave Dewey his chance with Tiffany finally, but seeing her upset after getting all dressed up and excited for tonight .. Dewey sighed. "Don't be sorry.. I should be apologizing," he confessed. Glancing down at his thumb, he noticed a black smudge was left from Tiffany's smeared makeup, listening to her put herself down as he felt worse and worse. He met her gaze again, feeling bold as he grabbed her hand. "Hey, look at me ... you're not stupid. He's just, an asshole. No one deserves to feel this way, and especially not you."

#ic #dewey #dewey3

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modx-reborn · 3 years ago

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Simpbur breaking up with you for some reason and u fuck his dad and become his stepmom?

-🐛 who's so fucking tired and prolly will think this is stupid tomorrow morning

🐛. 🐛, 🐛, this isn't stupid at all in fact it gave me an idea to use and now tag @toiletwipes cause, one of their chapters was a brilliant base for this.

(Psst wipes I'm borrowing some of one of your chapters to make this work, so here bestie!)

He’d left that dorm, letting the cold take over him, letting himself be carried away by his legs, a cab, his thoughts. But your face never left his mind. The way you kissed him so easily, the way you mourned and beat yourself up for it in the moments after. The way you couldn’t look at him as he left, the way he left without saying another word to you.

And like that it was over, he had walked away and your messages left unread, calls unanswered, ignored and broken off over a simple act, one you had done a million times before but the million and one is what broke the camels back. But you weren't one to back down, there had to be something you could do to show him what he had lost, to make it clear he had turned his back on the best thing in his life, Simpbur would learn the hard way that he should have spoken to you about whatever drove him to this point rather than just ghosting you.

You knew he had a strained relationship with his dad, and what better way to get back at him than by getting closer with his dad than he ever could.

But who were you to know that it would become something more, the first few days and visits were tear-filled and hurt over what had happened to you, Philza had offered a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen to your woes, so gentle and kind even in the face of his avoidance of talking about his personal or work life. He was sorry for what his son had done and wanted to help you move on, even going as far as trying to set you up with his work college Technoblade, but the tall pink-haired man and you were less than compatible in a romantic sense.

Nonetheless, as the time dragged on and Simpbur had remained outside of contact, ignoring you and ignoring the calls from his father and almost uncle figure in favour of doing his uni work and his actual desk job. While he did that you had wormed your way into Philza's life, becoming his guilty pleasure as you showered the older man in attention and affection that he shyly drank up, shivering with guilt when you came to visit barely clothed and smiling at him from where you sat in his home.

Nights filled with easy-going conversation became half-hidden flirts and lingering touches that had Phil hunched over in his bathroom, hand wrapped around his cock working away to ease the tension that had built from the feeling of your hand on his hips as you moved him to walk around his kitchen, he was like some randy youth, sinking into the affection you offered and too soon he had you where he had once dreaded to lay you.

Tangled in his sheets, fingers making a mess of his hair as he groans, buried to the hilt in you and savouring what he pleaded with his mind to make a one time lapse in his judgement. Blue eyes watching as purple marks bloomed where he had sucked on your neck, hickies and bite marks that would take days to fade, you looked perfect like this and god forgive him for how he faltered at filling you with his cum, groaning your name into the dark.

And yet like father, like son, too soon after that admittedly, on his side, an accidental lapse in judgment his head was full of you and you alone, images of how your skin looked under his hands, how you called his name, how you smiled so softly at him even as his cum dripped from your used hole. There was no stopping him as your schedule began to change, more and more time spent with him, what had been your plan being pulled from your hands into his, your little act of revenge spiralling out of control and leaving you slightly confused months later when the haze lifted.

Dressed in white and walking towards Philza, watching as techno stood beside him face as impassive as it had been the time the two of you went on an ill-fated date, but beside him stood the one who had paved the way for all of this, the man, no, the boy who had pushed you away, broken contact and lead you to this very moment.

Simpbur was to watch as you walk down the aisle and stood face to face with his father, becoming his step-parent on the very same day he had finally gotten the courage to look at the messages you had once left him.

#c: simpbur #c: philza #mcyt smut #age difference #possessive #k: marking #mxad #anon response

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nightowlfandom · 4 years ago

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Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Our Favorite Girl (Slight gore warning)

CHECK OUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!

Leggo!

...(Trigger warning, stabby stab)

“Hey newbie!”

You looked up from your textbook to find Stu Macher prancing up to you. With a polite smile, you greeted him.

“Hi Stuart.” you said. “How are you?”

“Hey! I said you didn’t have to be so ‘oooh hi Stuart I’m so prim and proper.’ “ he laughed out loud. “We’re friends aren’t we?”

“I guess so.” you laughed nervously. “ Um...what’s up?”

“I’m havin’ a party and you’re coming!”

“Parties?” You frowned. “I-uh...” you wanted to reject the idea. You hated parties and your parents would probably blow a fuse if they knew what was going on around town. ‘Stuart, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not, kitten?” he winked. “Afraid to be seen with little ol’ me?” there was a darkness behind his words that you couldn’t ignore. “Don’t like being out after dark?”

“I’m not the partying type is all.” you shrugged. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the most popular person around here.” you stared down at your shoes. “I just don’t wanna ruin your party. I’m the last person you wanna be seen with.”

“It’d make me real happy, kitten.” he stepped forward and slipped his fingertips under your chin and made you look up. “Please? Just for a few minutes.”

Call it weakness, but you couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay.” you smiled lightly. “I’ll go”

“Great! Don’t worry, it’ll be super memorable.” he winked as he skipped off.

Later on, you were walking to your locker only to bump into Adam. Typical bully. “Hey Y/N. Heard you were going to Macher’s party tonight...you gonna wear a dress for me?”

“No.” you answered curtly. “It’s amazing how you don’t seem to have anything better to do other than shove your nose into my business.” you hugged your books to your chest. “Can I go now?.”

“Hey...is there a problem?” you turned around to find Billy Loomis stalking up to you. You had seem him a handful of times but never actually talked to him before. “You...where do I know you from?”

“I sit behind you in English. We had a project together once.” you replied sheepishly. “Stuart forces me to sit between him and his girlfriend at lunch when they’re fighting. You talk to me from time to time...”

“Stuart...” he raised an eyebrow. “You mean Stu?”

“mhm! You probably don’t remember me because I never reply...” you nodded.

“You goin’ to his party or somethin’?”

“He asked me to go.” you trailed off. “You’re going too, right?”

“ Why? Excited to meet me there?”“ he smirked, totally ignoring Adam at this point.

“I mean...” you stared down at your books. “I was hoping someone I’d know would be there.”

Billy raised an eyebrow at you. You gave off a shy aura and for some reason he was into that. He and Stu had been planning a massacre, and they were gonna blame that damned Sydney Prescott. It was the perfect crime.

“Hm...I’ll see you there.” he winked at you, then sent a death-bringing glare at Adam. “Problem, handsome?” he sneered as he passed the athlete.

... at the party

“Not even three hours in and I have to hide...” you cursed yourself out. “Damn asshole...!”

Adam was informed that you had arrived and was looking for you, shit!

You ran into the kitchen, losing your breath. “Billy?”

The suspect in question whipped around. Billy was holding what you assumed was the house phone and instantly hung it up. “Hey...”

“Am I glad to see you.” you sighed.

“Somethin wrong?”

Billy was in the middle of executing his plan, but for some reason he couldn’t help but want to talk to you.

“Adam is looking for me.” you sighed. “Could I...stay here with you? Please?”

Billy smiled, darting out his tongue to run across his bottom lip. You were absolutely adorable. “I have a better idea.” he smirked, walking up to you. “Why don’t we send him a little message?”

“You have a girlfriend.” you put a hand on Billy’s chest. “I c-can’t.”

“Not anymore...she dumped me for Randy.” he tusked. ”Figures right?”

“Well...that’s her fault...you’re pretty cool.” you bit your lip.

“So...” Billy tilted your head up towards you. “Let me-”...he gently kissed your lips. While it felt wrong, you melted into him. He held the side of your face in his hand. Sidney wasn’t your friend, not by a longshot, but you still respected her. The fact that Billy was so willing to kiss you, like this.

“For once...stop worrying about other people.” he mumbled against your lips. “Just live in the moment...shit I know what I want...you know what you want...so act on it damnit.”

“Are we still talking about getting Adam off me back or-”

“Shush...don’t think.”

“Kinda hard to when your girlfriend is in the other room”

“Shut up.” he shushed you, tightening his arms around you. You kissed him back with just as much urgency. How would the others react, seeing this...seeing you. Billy backed you up against the counter. Before it could get any farther, you both heard screaming, girlish screaming.

“What the hell was that?” you asked, feeling your heart race.

“Stay here.” Billy ran in the direction of the noise, leaving you to stand there in terror.

You could hear screams and cries for help, followed by what sounded like gleeful laughter. You were left frozen in place as a man with a mask on his face kicked open the kitchen door.

You immediately braced yourself with a kitchen knife.

“Stay back!” you warned. “I will cut you!”

“Easy kitten, I’m not gonna kill ya.”

Call it ignorance. Call it instinct, but there was something familiar about the way this stranger spoke to you.

“What did you just say?” you dared ask this man. “Did you just call me kitten?”

“You’re naive, childish...and adorable...like a little kitty cat.” the way he laughed under the mask led you to believe he was laughing with his tongue stuck out.

There was only one person that you knew who spoke like that. You slowly lowered the knife and walked up to him cautiously. The figure didn’t move in the slightest. You were standing toe to toe with him.

You cautiously raised the mask only revealing the bottom half of the strangers face...only they weren’t a stranger.

“Stu.” you concluded.

“....You said my name.” he flirted.

“Care to explain?”

“In a bit...got something to take care of.” he straightened his mask again before disappearing again.

It was only less than a minute before Stu came quite literally crawling back into the kitchen.

Stu doubled over, holding his stomach as you rushed over to his side. “Stu?” you put a hand on his forehead. “Stu, please don’t be dead!” you winced. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” That damn Sidney...she must have had something to do with this.

“Y/N...it hurts.” Stu moaned in pain. “Hold me?”

You wasted no time in gathering him to the best of your abilities. He rested his head in your knee. You hummed thoughtfully, shushing him while you used his sweater to apply pressure to his stab wound.

“Y/N, are you sure you aren’t an angel?” He shamelessly flirted, smiling through his pain.

“No, I’m not.” you giggled. ”Save your energy.”

“I’d have more if you just gave me those lips of yours...” he winked. Just to shut him up, you kissed his forehead.

“Not what I meant, but works for me.”

As you chided the poor boy, Sydney ran into the kitchen, screaming at the top of her lungs while Billy also wounded stumbled behind.

“Billy??” you gasped in horror. Seeing you must have caused him to loose his footing, because he slowed his movements. You laid Stu on his back and urged him keep his sweater over his wound.

You scrambled to your feet, eyeing Sidney with a glare no one had ever seen you wear.

“Y/N! You’ve got to believe me! They’ve been the ones doing this.”

“I find that really hard to believe that when you were just standing over Stu with a bloody knife.” you seethed. “Your own boyfriend? Really?” you dared step closer.

“Y/N! They’re manipulating you!” she began crying. “You have to see it!” She was obviously hysterical.

“Then give me the knife.” you faked calm, cautiously stepping towards her. “Give me the knife...and we can-” you stopped yourself. You looked over at Billy, praying he wouldn’t be mad. “We’ll call the cops.” you you held your hand out.

“WHAT?” Billy seethed. You avoided his gaze. Hopefully he wouldn’t sense your fear.

“Trust me...” you said, just barely above a whisper. You were mostly talking to Billy, but had to make it look like it was directed at her. “We can get out of this...”

Sidney (very stupidly) outstretched her hand, the one that was holding the knife. Once it was within your reach, you grabbed her wrist, and grabbed the blade with your free hand, throwing it to the side. You tackled to to the floor and held her down.

“Crazy bitch.” you mumbled. She began thrashing, and screaming bloody murder. You were eventually able to get the best of her. “Whoever is the least dead...COPS...NOW!” You struggled as Sidney screamed. “This bitch is out of her mind!.”

“I have a better idea.” A seemingly fine, and now very much not dead Stu rose to his feet, a sick smile plastered on his face. The knife had slid over to him and you hadn’t even realized. You were too focused on keeping Sidney on the floor.

Suddenly you were yanked back into Billy’s arms as a sharp object came down from above, plunging through Sidney’s chest.

“Oh my god!” you buried your head into Billy’s shirt, trying to block out the terrible sounds you heard the terrible sounds of skin ripping.

“Shhh it’s over babe.” He shushed you. “It’s okay.” he stroked your hair with his bloody hand. Stu laughed manically as he wiped the sweat off his face.

“Some party huh.” Stu cackled. He wasted no time in sandwiching you between himself and Billy.

“You had us thinking you’d betray us, Kitten.” Stu dug his head into your shoulder.

“Y/N would never do that to us...she’s our good girl.”

“You guys are-”

“Absolutely.”

“And this party was-”

“Smart girl.”

“And now that you know our little secret, we’re never letting you go, kitten!” Stu laughed.

“And if you tell anyone, we’ll have no choice but to take you down with us...but you won’t do that to us, will you?” Billy asked, nuzzling his head into your neck.

#slasher imagines #slasher fan fiction #imagines #slashers #slasher x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #ghostface imagines #billy x reader x stu #scream imagines #billy loomis imagines #stu macher imagines #horror imagines #poly ghostface

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ladylynse · 2 years ago

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Wow, you seem to like that Lumity meeting Fowlham prompt idea. Anyway, I think either Lumity or Vee sniffed out the Nomicon lol, hope they won’t need to get the book’s mind wipe involved. 😂

...I just saw the second ask you sent after typing this answer, so I'll include it here, because I talk around that point at the end.

Ok, I do think regarding the RC9GN x TOH prompt, I do think Lumity and Vee will get curious about Norrisville and the history of the Ninja. After all, the two groups have different perceptions about magic.

(re: this ficlet)

About that.

The book's mind wipe, I mean.

That is actually a key part of this plot that formed in my head as I tried to figure out what circumstances might lead to a meeting.

(Sometimes I can write three sentences and they can just be three sentences. Other times--and it's more likely to happen with crossovers--my brain goes, "But how would that work? Why would that happen? What would lead to that?" and I try to give context. There is only so much context and plot hints I can cram into three sentences, try as I might.)

Now, in this instance, you don't get a lot to go on. The second ficlet spells out what's implied in the first: that Vee can smell magic on Randy and reacted to it strongly enough upon meeting him (from a distance) that Amity realized what was up, and the lack of subtlety means Luz knows something's up even before she gets an explanation. But--key point here--Randy doesn't really know what's going on any more than Theresa does.

This is a future fic--not by much, but still a future fic. For both fandoms. So Randy and Theresa?

They've graduated from high school.

He's already been mind wiped.

High school is already a blur to him, so he's focused on what's important--his relationship with Theresa, his friendship with Howard, and so on and so forth--and doesn't realize that he very much is missing something important.

So he's saturated in magic, and Vee can smell it a mile away.

Which is how this crossover turns into a fic where Randy winds up recovering his memories without terrible consequences; a reveal of Randy being the (former) Ninja to Theresa (and technically himself), which in turn explains a lot of how he acted in high school and also means she gets to have the touching realization that the first time he gave her flowers was actually the second time he gave her flowers; and, after an excursion to Norrisville, Vee gets to stock up on magic from someone who isn't Amity--not quite as tasty but just as effective--and Luz and Amity find a way to reliably dimension-hop that doesn't require them to ask King for some blood and risk giving away what he is to those who don't already know. (Amity is well versed in magical books, and she knows how to be polite. She gets the information she needs out of the Nomicon with much less trouble than Randy ever did--a fact Howard will repeatedly remind him of, loudly, because Randy finally remembering what's going on is the cheese.)

other fic ideas/musings

#rc9gn #toh #crossover #fic ideas #musings #ladylynse #asks

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thesoundofmadness · 7 months ago

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@destiny-in-the-universe thank u for induldging me

here's some random hcs i have about (band) levander

Levander is the producer, songwriter, and guitarist of 30stm. Ask him anything about music theory, and you'll get a tedtalk's worth of answers. He's easy going and easy to talk to. I imagine he's 26-27 in age.

he doesn't know anything about the ninja until his multiverse bs happens. Before, he thought the ninja was cool and appreciative of their existence.

isn't british, but pretends to have an accent bc he's an ex one direction stan

OBSESSED with musicals.

Alongside producing for 30stm, he does alot of music work on tv shows and movies. Excels in writing rock and classical music in particular. He also helps out other bands if needed

Officially plays guitar, but can also play bass if needed.

Struggles with confidence in his work. Worries he's not good enough and doesn't have the talent for his work.

slightly alcholic.

i'm working on his own character arc.

His relationship with Randy is friendly and chill. Randy's grateful to Levender for helping him find his way after the mind wipe. Levender's grateful that Randy didn't let him give up on his dream.

His relationship with Howard is. more like a coworker you're really comfortable with. Howard's a bit of an ass to Levender, and there's some distance, but they bond over feeling '2nd place'. Howard admires how serious Levender is about this band thing, and Levender pushes Howard to give more than he thinks he can.

rides a motorcycle

Resentment hcs:

30STM's 5th studio album is called RESENTMENTS, and is about randy and howard's ninja trauma

Levender produces it, helps with songwriting, but doesn't add much himself. Given how important this album is to Randy and Howard, he doesn't feel like he should intrude.

Randy really struggles to write the album. Ultimately wants to do it, but has a bunch of mixed feelings about it. Levender pushes him to open up and writes what he wants.

Howard can't write song lyrics for SHIT. Levender helps him with his half of it, but it's a struggle. Howard, not wanting to break his promise to Randy, doesn't want to open up.

Levender tries to close this distance between them. Ultimately ends on a 'im here if you want to talk' sorta thing.

During randyverse:

in the randyverse au, (band) Levander mainly acts as emotional support to the band bros and guide randy. Doesn't have much of an arc of his own, unfortunately.

He didn't know anything about the ninja before this, so to learn that 1. the ninja is a high schooler, 2. randy was the ninja and doesn't remember it. 3. the fucking multiverse exists. WITHOUT being able to tell anyone is alot.

whenever he sees OG/Guide Randy schlomping into the nomicon for the first time, he thinks they straight up died. They're in there for like, 2 hours and levender nearly calls the police

I like to think guide randy's character arc is learning to let himself live and accept people into his life. levender helps with that, similar to how he helped band randy before.

dude REALLY wants to meet his alternate self(s). it's not fair that randy and howard do and he doesn't.

he has a sorta friendly relationship with the OG nomicon?? OG Nomicon probably asks him about the band bros at some point.

if it wasn't for band howard, levender would've outed them and this whole multiverse thing immediately.

OG/Swap levender are non-existent, but guide levender does get a brief cameo

guide au levender hcs

in the guide au, Randy doesn't mind wipe and works as a teacher at the school.

during college, Levender approached Randy. They were friends for a bit, but Randy declines being in a band with Levander. Levander's understanding, wishes him luck with being a teacher, and they split.

Levender works as a music producer. Doesn't have much of a following of his own, but produces and composes music for others.

Randy and Levender are just kinda awkward with each other. They see each other around town, say hi, and that's it. Levender doesn't have much of a relationship with Howard.

When the 'guide' arc starts, Band Levender seeks out Guide Levender and asks for his autograph.

yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

anyone want some thoughts and HCs about Levender in the Randyverse

#rc9gn #don't have much for canon levender unfortunrely

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shadowgirl138 · 3 years ago

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Billy's Cousin

(Randy Reeks x Reader)

A/n: A fluffy fic for everyone's favorite movie nerd 🤓

Warning ⚠️: cursing, major simp vibes

Word count: 1,182

Randy couldn't take his eyes off of you the minute Billy had introduced you to the group. If he would have known Billy was hiding you over in Lakewood he would have started to be a lot nicer to him a long time ago.

You practically took his breath away when you walked up to the fountain Billy besides you holding your shoulder tightly in a way no one has seen him do before.

"So this is my cousin (y/n) she's gonna be hanging out with us. Be nice to her, ok ." Billy was straight to the point as always sitting back down near Sidney not bothering to say anything more about you. It seemed as if you were Billy's secret soft spot with how protective he was of you.

"Hi it's so nice to meet you all." You smiled, waving awkwardly. Randy could tell you weren't sure what to do with yourself so of course naturally he'd take matters into his own hands.

"Here, sit by me and make yourself at home, we don't bite I promise." Randy scooted over so that you wouldn't be stuck halfway off the fountain and so you where closest to him.

"I mean I'd only bite if you want me too." Stu flashed you his stupid shit eating grin causing Tatum to hit him in the arm.

Randy glared at Stu before turning back to you "So what brings you to the wonderfully dull town of Woodsboro."

"Oh um I'm staying with Billy and my uncle for a bit while my mom gets a few things sorted." Randy was ready to say more but got cut off by Billy standing abruptly.

"Let's go (y/n) Stu and I got things to do we'll all hang out another time." Billy walked over to you and Stu followed suit.

"It was nice to meet you all. I hope we can hang out again soon." Randy watched in awe as you walked off with Billy and Stu.

"I think your drooling Randy." Tatum said popping a grape in her mouth as Sidney giggled.

"Yha Randy I think you might wanna wipe your chin. Billy really cares about (y/n) he looks at her like a sister so you might wanna tread lightly." Sidney said.

"For your information I wasn't drooling I was just idely admiring her beauty. And I could care less on what looney Loomis thinks." He said getting up to make his way to work.

Truthfully Randy couldn't wait to get the chance to talk to you again and lucky for him it would come sooner than he thought because here you were browsing through the movies at the video store.

"Hey (y/n) we met earlier today at the fountain. You know I'm more than happy to help if you're looking for anything in particular." He came to a screeching halt with the rental cart stopping beside you.

"Of course I remember Randy that was only like a few hours ago. I could actually use some help if you don't mind. All I got so far is Casper." You turned to him waving the tape in hand and he was more than ready to take this opportunity to the fullest.

"So judging on assumptions you strike me as a Clueless kinda girl so I'm gonna say go with the Hideaway it just came out plus it has Alicia Silverstone in it. It's not the best but it definitely makes the time go by probably better then your friendly ghost." He handed you the tape from his cart and you gladly accepted as he brushed his fingers against yours slightly.

"Hmm thanks I guess this beats me just watching Casper tonight. Billy did say you're the guy to go to for movie suggestions. Do you have anything else in mind ?" Randy couldn't help but notice the adorable way you turned your head slightly when you asked a question.

"Well I'm definitely your guy then. I'm honestly shocked Billy Loomis actually talks about me, thanks for letting me know i feel so special now." His voice was laced with sarcasm when he mentioned Billy's name.

"It's the only nice thing he says about you if I'm being honest." You giggled.

"Hm I'm definitely not surprised, we're not each other's biggest fans. I just hope he hasn't said anything too bad about me to you."

Randy was screaming on the inside hoping Billy didn't tell you that he was some type of loser virgin movie nerd. He wanted to make a good impression and the last thing he needed was Billy ruining it before he could even start anything.

"Don't worry I'll decide for myself on how I feel about you, now why don't you tell me more about Alicia Silverstone's great filmography."

Randy smiled gladly taking the opportunity to talk to you more he thought he was really charming you when you started to laugh at all his jokes but he was so distracted by looking at you that he didn't realize Stu was behind him mimicking him the whole damn time.

"Damn it Stu, how long have you been here?" Randy's face flushed as you and Stu started to laugh.

"I'm sorry Randy I should have told you but I kinda wanted to see how long it would take for you to notice Stu but when your in your rants nothing gets to you." You put your hand on his shoulder and he felt himself ease with your touch.

If he was like this with only knowing you for less than a day then he could only imagine the hold you'd have on him the more you got to know each other.

" Randy, your face is all red, are you ok man." Stu flashed a sinister smile as he rested his hands on Randy's shoulders.

"I told you (y/n), isn't he just the cutest." Stu looked over at you and before you could say anything Billy appeared besides you taking your hand in his.

"Are these clowns bothering you? I told you to watch out for freaks in Woodsboro." Billy's eyes narrowed as he looked at Randy.

"Go wait in the car i'll be right out. " You nodded starting to make your way out of the video store before turning around.

"Oh by the way Randy your right Clueless is my favorite movie maybe we can watch it together sometime." You watched as his body flushed before turning back around and giggling.

Billy took one more look at Randy before following after you most likely to scold you for your sudden act of boldness.

"Do you think I have a chance Stu." Randy said awestruck.

"Well buddy I don't know you have a good shot but I don't think our dear ole Billy boy is gonna be too happy about you dating his sweet cousin." Stu laughed, rubbing Randy's shoulders in the process as Randy groaned loudly.

If he wanted to be around you then that means he'd gave to deal with Billy and everyone knows Billy Loomis is like dealing with the devil.

#scream #randy meeks #randy meeks imagines #scream fanfiction #billy loomis #stu matcher #randy meeks x reader #scream imagine

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21burritoseavey · 3 years ago

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Going Public (d.s.)

a/n: Hey! I'm sorry this took so long, but here you go, really hope you enjoy this! also i guess you could say secret relationship is pt.1, hollywood fix is pt.2 and this is pt.3 but you can read them on their own:) sorry if this is a little unedited! and...bad lol

Summary: Daniel and Y/n have a little movie night and do the TikTok trend of “I hate all me, but when he loves me I feel like...” and post it, confirming their relationship.

Y/n always stayed over at Daniel’s place at the end of the school week. After her shift at work, she’d head over to his house so they could spend the evening together. Sometimes when Christian wasn’t around or Daniel was home alone, she’d just let herself in and greet Kobe as he ran towards the front door, and she’d see Daniel in the studio or in his bedroom. They’d cuddle under the blankets and have the TV on in the background, gentle chatter flowing between them. Those nights were easily Y/n’s favourite part of the week.

One Friday night, Y/n had plodded to the front door. Her muddy footsteps followed her to the welcome mat, testament to the slight chill and light autumn drizzle outside. She wiped the souls of her boots against the grimy, brown strings with her hand gripped onto the door handle and was surprised to see the house strangely clean and empty when the door squealed open. If she didn’t know any better, she’d have thought no one was home, but Daniel’s text fifteen minutes earlier told her otherwise. I mean, even the gentle pitter patter of Kobe’s paws didn’t fill her ears when she kicked off her shoes.

“Daniel,” She called softly, brushing her fingers against the marble countertop. Y/n walked over to the kitchen cabinets and started rummaging around for a snack. Her movements were comfortable and unashamed, the sight of her had the corners of Daniel’s lips instantly turning upwards into a smile. He had emerged from his bedroom silently, having just gotten off a phone call with his manager, Randy.

His footsteps creaking along the floorboards had Y/n snapping her head to the sound and she jumped back in fear as she saw him. “Oh God,” She breathed, pressing a hand to her heart in momentary embarrassment. The packet of chips in the cabinet toppled over the edge and Y/n spun back around. “Okay, this house is haunted or something.” She laughed. Daniel chuckled quietly and walked over to the counter. One mug of hot chocolate sat on the tabletop, steaming, and swirling with a sweet aroma. “Oh, is that for me?” She asked Daniel, walking towards him to drape her arms across his waist and give him a hug.

He let a gentle laugh fall from his lips. “No, it’s for Kobe over there,” he joked, looking over Y/n to gaze at the small puppy curled up on the blanketed sectional sofa. Y/n looked over her shoulder to follow gaze, noticing more than just Kobe in the corner. The living room was illuminated with warm light by two small lamps on opposite sides of the couch. Blankets and pillows were brought in from Daniel’s bedroom to scatter throughout the little space and a bowl of caramel popcorn - Y/n’s favourite - sat amongst a plethora of snacks.

Y/n walked towards the couch, letting out a quiet, “what’s all this for?” before she faced Daniel again.

He shrugged. “I don’t know, I just thought it would be nice since it’s cold and rainy tonight.” He set the hot cup of hot chocolate on the coffee table.

“Well, thank you, Daniel.” Y/n tugged a corner of her lips into a shy smirk and padded towards him. Daniel willingly wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pressed his body against hers, the feeling of her sinking into his soothing embrace had smeared a smile onto his face.

“Do you want to pick the movie?” He asked, his whisper muffled by her hair.

“Yeah,” Y/n stepped back gently and looked across the room to the TV remote.

Daniel chuckled, “m’kay, but if you spend twenty hours trying to pick a movie…” He trailed off, picking up the TV remote with a raised eyebrow.

“Okay, that was one time.” She defended, snatching it from him.

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“What’s with the photo?” She smiled towards the camera behind a sip of her drink. The movie Y/n chose was Pride and Prejudice, and she was proud to tell Daniel it only took her five minutes to pick it out. Ribbons of yellowy light shone over their faces as they slumped back on the couch, blankets wrapped around them, and a bowl of popcorn shared between them in the middle.

“Just ‘because I love you,” Daniel uttered, biting his upturned lips. He dropped his phone to his lap.

“Y’ sure”

“Okay, I have to tell you something,” He beamed, eyes ablaze with zest and heart beating with excitement. He set her face in his palms and kept his calm smile, he watched her eyes lit up at his statement. Y/n drew back his hands and dropped them to her lap with his fingers entwined with hers. She shuffled to devote her attention to him completely.

“What is it?”

Daniel giggled and leaned in for another kiss. “Something...” He glanced everywhere but her, knowing well that he said something that would absolutely drive her crazy.

“Stop being so mysterious,” Y/n huffed, dropping his hand to cross her arms.

“Okay fine,” He chuckled breathily. “I think we should tell my fans we're in a relationship.” He said, shifting his gaze to rest on Y/n while she processed the news.

“Yo-you mean like-” Y/n gaped, “like really tell them. Like say: we are in a relationship?”

Daniel nodded swiftly. “Yeah,”

“How should we tell them?” Y/n asked, reaching across the couch to retrieve her phone. Kobe shifted sleepily in her lap and stretched his paws, tickling her arms and she giggled at the feeling. “Kobers, Dani’s fans are going to know about me.” She cooed, scratching his soft stomach lightly.

“I was thinking I could just post a-” “Oh! Oh! Oh! Should we make a TikTok?!” She exclaimed, answering her own question before he could even comprehend her sudden excitement. “Yes! We really should make a TikTok!” Her fingers led her to her TikTok app, and she scrolled through sounds to find out what video they should make. Random sounds filled the quiet space every once and a while as she sampled the audio. She wanted it to be perfect. The most perfect announcement video there ever was, and since the young couple had thought about this moment for a long time, Y/n already had a few ideas brewing in her mind. “Look Daniel, this one’s cute, right?” She said through a wide smile, facing the dimly lit screen towards him. A little montage of another couple came into view as Daniel glanced up from his own phone.

“Yeah, that’s cute.” He shrugged, plopping a fistful of popcorn into his mouth.

“We have to be that cute.” Y/n spoke, “You have to be that cute,” She bit back her smile, watching Daniel’s head whip towards her in fake offence out of the corner of her eye.

“Hey! I’m always cute!” ----

By the time Daniel and Y/n had finally finished filming their TikTok, the natural light outside had diminished completely, leaving the dark sky aglow with mere city lights in the distance. Daniel lifted himself off the couch towards the doors and windows to draw the blinds. Y/n watched him tiredly from the couch, eyes drifting to his ocean blue eyes and brunette hair dusted with blonde and-

“What are you thinking about, baby?” Daniel asked through the quiet room, kneeled beside her on the floor. He leaned back on the edge of the couch and rested his head on her lap. Y/n giggled, watching his eyes drift to the ceiling before meeting hers. She leaned in and giggled onto his lips before they shared a quick kiss. Daniel groaned tiredly as he lifted himself up onto the couch again, hands habitually falling into Y/n’s and head resting on her shoulder as he gazed at the blank screen. The movie had been abandoned ever since Y/n had the idea of making a TikTok - paused on a sweet scene of two lovers together, just like the young couple on the couch in real life.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Daniel.” Y/n asked again, glimpsing up from her phone to really see if, he was sure. The TikTok remained in the drafts of Daniel’s individual account.

“A hundred percent, Y/n”

“I’m scared about what they’re going to say.” She frowned.

“Don’t even worry about it,” He consoled her.

“Okay,” She gave a half smile, although the slight fear lingered in her voice.

“Let’s just watch our movie and check it out later,” Daniel pressed the post button, sending Y/n into a fit of nervous giggles at how easy it was for him. Her eyes lingered on the video for a few long seconds, but Daniel whisked gaze away from the screen to meet him. Endearing and relaxed. He leaned in and bumped their noses lightly before letting their lips meet for a soft kiss. Y/n pulled him closer, tugging the blanket draped across his back higher up so it could envelop them both. Daniel’s giggles pulled them out of their lingering kisses and pressed one strong kiss to her lips again before continuing the movie. For a while, it was just them, together. In Daniel’s living room. Lights off. Lamps on and a movie playing quietly across from them. And for the first time in a long time, Y/n didn’t let the external opinions of everyone else get to her.

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