#randy march one shot

[shall-we-imagine]

That's what friends are for! (Serge DurandalxAmelia Nile)

Some Amelia love!

Unedited because I'm lazy

Genre: basically dis a romcom ��🏻‍♀️

Summary: You better come get your man; I think he wanna be way more than friends. (Juice by Lizzo)

(Third person point of view)

"I'm tired, Amelia...he'll never feel the same way towards me..." Liz sighs, staring at their shared dorm's ceiling.

The ginger frowns, "Come on; don't say that. I'm sure he likes you. Maybe he's just...I don't know- not ready to confess yet."

"Amelia, he's THE Emperor. All girls like him; why would he go for the clumsy idiot?"

Amelia sighs, "Liz, he makes you clean his desk, doesn't he?"

"Yeah?" She looks back at her roommate in confusion.

"See? He totally likes you!" Amelia beams.

"Amelia, that makes no sense..."

She rolls her eyes, "Liz, you really don't understand men, do you? Think about it. Klaus isn't lazy, so why would he make someone else do his work for him? He's always around when you do it too, right? What do you think he's trying to do?"

"Torment me?"

"No! He's trying to spend time with you! I bet he even tries to start conversations with you."

"I mean...he yells at me a lot if that counts..."

"Hmm.." The ginger brings her her fingers to her chin, pausing to think for a bit. "Well, every guy has a different way to express affection, I guess." She shrugs.

Regardless of how unreasonable Amelia was being, Liz wanted to believe her. "You think so?"

"I know so! You just need to get him to realize he should confess to you."

She sits up to face her friend, "How do I do that?"

A few moments of silence pass before Amelia speaks up, "I have an idea."

Liz perks up in excitement.

"But you won't like it..."

She slumps back once more. "I should just forget about it and move on."

"Liz! How could you just give up on Klaus Goldstein?" Amelia scolds.

"That's the point, Amelia! He's Klaus Goldstein!" The brunette retorts.

Amelia sighs, "I'll help you out. Just leave it all to me."

×××××

"I don't understand how lemonade is supposed to help..." Liz ponders.

"Just do as I say, and you'll see for yourself."

"If you say so..." Still uncertain, the small brunette pushes the door open gently. "Prefect Klaus?"

"Oh, come in, Liz. Klaus is teaching a class at the moment, but you can wait here if you want." A familiar, cheerful voice invites them inside.

Just as the girls had planned, Klaus would still be busy for the next couple of minutes, and Serge was alone in the Prefects' room- the plan would turn out nicely.

Amelia nudges Liz the second they step into the room.

"Oh! We brought you lemonade!" Liz hesitantly approaches Serge, who happily accepts the suspicious drink. Liz hopes she isn't unknowingly poisoning her friend; surely, that couldn't be Amelia's oh so smart plan, right?

A few confused sips in, Serge drops to the floor, smashing the glass of lemonade in the process.

Liz barely manages to save his head from a concussion or worse. "Is that supposed to happen?!" Her head snaps to an equally horrified Amelia; the answer was a clear no.

Amelia rushes to place herself on top of an unconscious Serge, "Serge?! Serge!!" She holds his face in her hands.

"Amelia, what did we give him?" Terrified of what her friend's bizarre instructions had lead to, Liz hopes they could still save Serge (preferably, before Klaus comes back).

"A love potion; I was hoping we could try to get Klaus jealous, so he'd confess to you, but-" She frantically tries to explain before getting cut off by a ray of hope.

Serge moans in pain and confusion. "What's happening?" His eyebrows furrow together.

"Serge?!" The girls exclaim in happiness and relief.

"Oh, Amelia, I'm so happy to lay my eyes on such beauty." He dreamily rubs his face into her hand.

"Uh, er, I- you mean Liz?" Blushing, Amelia retracts her hands and tries to redirect the situation to the original plan.

"Well, Liz is not the one straddling me, is she?" He shoots a cheeky grin at a flustered Amelia.

She fumbles to get off but he grips her thighs, holding her in place.

"I- Serge, what are you doing?!" Liz semi-screeches.

"Mmhm, nothing." A dumb grin remains plastered on his face, as he continues to stare at Amelia.

"S-serge, I- this isn't-" Before Amelia could put together a sentence, someone barges in.

"Hey, I thought I told you- um...what exactly is going on here?" Klaus's irritated tone quickly switches to one of plain confusion and a lil bit of...suspicion? Disgust? Who knows?

"Prefect Klaus!" Amelia quickly pushes herself off of Serge while he was distracted by the interruption.

"That's me; yes." The blond raises his eyebrows, "still waiting for that explanation though." He crosses his arms.

"It's, uh, for a play!" Liz offers.

"A play?" Klaus repeats.

"A play!" Liz nods vigorously, eyeing a very confused Amelia. "Serge and Amelia are playing two lovers, so they were practicing!"

"Is this true?" Klaus stares right at Serge.

He giggles in response, "yes, in fact, we were just about to get to the kissing scene!"

"W-what?!" Amelia blushes furiously.

"What?" Serge blinks innocently.

"N-nothing! I think I have to go!" Amelia tries to escape the weird situation she found herself in, but Serge grips her wrist.

He pushes himself off the ground, "Aww, so soon? We haven't finished practicing the fun parts!" He pouts.

Amelia's face heats up even more; how was that even possible? She didn't know.

This was all going horribly wrong; Liz was the one he was supposed to be after not her!

"M-maybe later..." She frees her hand from his and quickly rushes past Klaus, her face remaining as red as humanly possible.

"Amelia!" Serge calls after her, but she doesn't look back.

Unfortunately for her, Serge soon catches up to her, "Amelia, wait!"

She almost stops, but her embarrassment pushes her to keep going until Serge grabs her by the wrist.

"Okay, okay, maybe I took it a little too far; I'm sorry." His other hand finds the back of his neck, as he gives an apologetic smile to a red faced Amelia.

"I- huh?" She faces him.

"You have to drink the whole thing for a love potion to work, Amelia; I just wanted to mess with the two of you."

"Oh." She responds before it registers in her brain what that actually means.

"Oh." She realizes. Then takes off sprinting.

"Amelia??" Serge is left behind, dumbfounded, "What just happened?"

×××××

"You ran away?!"

"Yes, Liz, I ran away; what else did you expect me to do?!" She groans into her pillow.

"Well, I guess I've done that before too, if I'm being completely honest." Liz chuckles, "but you're gonna have to face him eventually; plus, didn't you kind of have a thing for him anyways?"

"I'm gonna run away. Or fake my death." She groans louder.

"Amelia, come on, it's not that-" a knock on their window interrupts Liz.

Liz pushes herself off the bed and walks towards the window. She pushes the curtains aside and almost falls back in surprise.

"S-serge?" She pushes the window open, and he climbs in.

"Hey, Liz!" He beams, like he didn't just jumpscare the hell out of her.

Amelia moves slowly, pulling the covers over her head, hoping she won't get noticed.

Alas, things don't work that way.

"Hey, Amelia!" She jumps at the mention of her name.

"Hey, Serge..." Amelia slowly uncovers her head to look at the intruder.

"Oh, I just remembered I...have to be somewhere...important!" Liz exits the room, leaving Amelia to face her crush on her own.

"That little-" Amelia mutters.

Sighing, Amelia directs her attention back to Serge. "So, what brings you here?"

"I came to ask you out!"

"Huh?" Her face heats up; she really needs to work on that.

"See you at 7; wear something comfy!" He jumps back out the window casually.

"Hey, I didn't even say yes!" She calls out, but he was already gone. "Is this guy insane?"

She falls back on her bed, "well...guess I'm going on a date tonight..."

[popcornforone]

Make Me A Match

Day 15 of Pedrotober (The Materialist Prompt)

Masterlist

Well I don’t think he has a name yet (it was rumoured it was Randy, Rocco or Ricky) but that didn’t stop the few shots we got from this filming taking over our feeds for a few days in the spring did it. We were fed well.

Synopsis:- Your morning wake up is anything but slow.

Word Count:-800

Warning over & above:- anal sex, not exclusive relationship, piv sex,mentions of oral female receiving, older gentleman, lying, swearing(I’m sure I am doing this man a disservice & his character won’t be like this at all but you know)

Thanks for the read peoples. Remember to check out everyone else doing pedrotober thanks to @alyssamariag & @norththelemon

“Fuck oooh fuck” you moan. Your arse taking a pounding as he thrusts deeper inside you. You didn’t pull the curtains last night when you went to bed. Those two huge bunches of roses meant you didn’t even get to cook dinner. He’d been out of town for a while, & now he was back to seduce & win you over. He knows you’re not exclusive, but every time he comes around you remember you prefer a man, not a boy who thinks he can.

Your bed was still sticky with sweat & sex when his alarm went off at 5am but he was clever he set an early alarm to get more you time before he left. Morning kisses around your neck lead onto him eating out your pussy before turning you over. You’re on your front head buried into to the pillow as he has his legs either side of you claiming your arse. Your moans fill the room.

“God baby so tight, so fucking tight” he growls & is now balls deep, he’s gonna cum soon. Your skin red from where he’s been gripping, your own fingers pleasuring your clit to make sure you cum as well.

“Please baby please”

“Fuck darling ooooh fuck” he whines & fills your arse up & that sensation means you let go. Your cum seeping out of your sex as he withdraws his cock from your arse. You collapse onto the bed. He lies next to you & you both turn to your side panting & breathless. The way his lips feel on yours has you blushing even more. How can a man look that soft after he’s just been so dirty & feral at 5am. He smiles softly as the orange glow of the sun rise creeps across you giving you even more of a morning glow.

“You always look so cute when your freshly fucked in the morning” his squinting form the sun warms your heart.

“& your so sexy when you tell me how cute I am” your run your hand through his hair & giggle. “But do you have to leave?” You whimper.

“A multi billion dollar business can’t run itself baby”

“But can’t you do it from bed?”

“Only if you say you’ll be mine, & no one else’s.” You pause. Your job as a match maker means you try to never be exclusive just to prove there’s lots of different types for people. You sigh & go to explain but then you see the roses behind him & smile. You know you’re just lying to yourself if you say no.

“Yea, I think I am yours, I just think I’ve been kidding myself for so long.”

He rolls on top of you, the kiss deep & long, his erection pushing into your belly. You moan & your legs part. Desperate for his affection despite having only finished your last session moments ago

“Match maker, match maker, make me a match…” he sings. “Who’s have thought I’d have ended up marching with the woman I paid to help me match with others”

“Not me old man,” you giggle.”but your exactly what I need baby &….oooooh fuck” in he slips his penis, your pussy filled in an instant, clamping around it hard.

“Fuck baby don’t make me cum already”both his hands start roaming your body as you both thrust.

“You got this handsome”

Moans fill the room for the next half an hour, you’ve never had such intimate sex as this. Clamping constantly as he drags against you, your special spot bring hit every time. Your clit will never be neglected again. He’s so sensitive & and romantic when he wants to be. He is the man you’ve always needed. As you both cum, stars fill the air & he moans as loud as you.

A couple of hours later you sit up after a short nap, still naked in your bed, the sun now completely up. He’s showered, put on his nice brown shirt & snazzy jacket he got from Milan & his smart jeans. His hair perfectly in place. No one in the outside world will realise how passionate he has been. How he likes to fuck his girlfriend in the arse each morning he’s here. He will just be like any other ceo in the city.

He leans next to the vase & picks out 2 roses, putting one in his jacket pocket & traces the other up over your still naked breasts, up your neck & over your face, placing it behind your ear.

“You’re more beautiful than ever baby”he whispers before kissing your lips.

“That’s because I found me a match, & I’m not gonna let him go”

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Fourteen | Where It All Started…

[Dom’s POV] i hadn’t forgot my parents were downstairs. More like selectivity didn’t care. I wasn’t opening the door for some stern talk like I was a child. I had enough of those when I lived under their roof. My mom was doing dishes and packing away leftovers when I moved around her to get to the fridge. My dad was sitting at the island with a drink in his hand looking disappointed as fuck. I was slowly becoming their greatest disappointment and I didn’t care.

“What you did was stupid.”

I stopped, popping open my soda and waited for the rest. My dad never spared any punches when it came to his speeches. “You risked your career, your familia, that woman upstairs willing to deal with all your shit. What the hell were you thinking?”

“When I beat up Randy or fucked someone else?” I let the bluntness of my words hang in the air heavily.

Pops went off in Spanish, castrating me. Only calming down enough to respond in English, “Both, Mija, both.”

“I was tired of fucking my own hand. You know better than anyone here. She doesn’t deserve to drop her whole life to follow me around so we deal with the lonely. I was weak. Randy? He deserved it. No one talks about her like that. She’s practically my wife.” I stared down at the counter top, refusing to make eye contact.

“I get it. Convince her to come on the road with you, let her see behind the curtain. It’ll make her feel better.”

Shaking my head I balled of my fist and let it collide with the countertop. “No. They want me to convince her to do a storyline. Any storyline. That’s not happening.”

“Your mom was apart of lots of storylines with me. It gave her a reason to be on the road.” My dad meant well but I wasn’t about to subject our relationship to WWE fans, endless string of tour buses and fucking Randy getting paid to talk shit.

“Did Eddie fuck mom?” I asked, our eyes connecting and my mom scoffing next to me.

My dad looked at my mom before he shot back the rest of his drink. “Then you get it. She’s pregnant with my child. She’ll get over it without being on the road.”

Grabbing an arm full of snacks and drinks I headed back upstairs despite my parents calling my name. They weren’t ever going to get it. Not when I was so unwilling to let my worlds bleed together and end up hurting her.

Marching back upstairs, I kicked open the door before dropping my loot on the bed. I watched her drop the phone from her ear, pressing the obvious red button to end a call. “It was WWE. They want me to appear on Raw with you, something about a storyline for Mania. They want to reinstate you early if I say yes.”

I heard what she said but I saw black, not even red, as I looked for my phone and started texting management. “I don’t give a fuck what they said or promised. No.”

“No?” She asked, twisting towards me as I sat down on my side of the bed.

“They want you to use Randy against me, be by his side and tempt me to betray Rhea on a paper view. They want to set up a feud and keep it going. They want to bank on the drama. Not happening.” Dropping the loot on the bed I fell into the plush surface. “No.”

Her face dropped into something I didn’t recognize like disappointment. “Okay, I thought it would be an excuse to be on the road together.”

“Let me make some calls. I don’t need our entire life broadcasted.” It was stern enough to kill the topic when I picked up my phone to text Rhea. She was a seasoned pro, she would be the one with a voice in the story line, not me. I needed her to tell me if it was a bad move.

It wasn’t like Randy could do more damage.

“You’re mine. If for one second I want to pull the plug I will.”

Cuddling into my side I wrapped my arm around her while she whispered it back. “Yours.”

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day 4 Prompt: Sunset @rosekiller-microfic

March Daily Series - 564 words

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Barty stared at his mobile screen as he waited impatiently for a response that never came. He wanted to believe that Evan listened to his messages, but after ten days of no contact, he doubted it. The text messages definitely went unread and Evan had blocked him on social media. Calls were all he had left.

Evan could have blocked his number outright, but he didn’t. His texts still went through and the line rang all four times before going to voicemail. That had to mean something. Maybe he just liked listening to Barty beg.

I’ll keep begging if he’s still listening.

He pocketed the phone and rhythmically tapped his head against the headrest. The constant nausea and burning pain in his belly that he’d tried to hide with a blanket of weed for the last week was catching up with him. Barty was fairly sure that he was giving himself an ulcer with the fatal level of alcohol he consumed every night and the stress from losing the only person that he could have loved.

Maybe, in another life. If I was a better man.

The white bottle of Kaopectate in his cup holder taunted him. He’d taken a few shots from it since he sobered up, but it seemed to curdle like old milk the minute it hit his stomach. Barty couldn’t actually remember when he last ate actual food, so that was probably not helping.

You’re a waste of space. Always fucking up. Ruining my name.

It had been a while since he was sober enough to hear his father’s voice in his head. Considering the insults were the man’s main form of communication throughout his childhood, it felt sort of nostalgic, in a twisted way.

“This one’s for you, Babbo!” he said, grabbing the bottle and taking another shot of the chalky liquid.

There was a residual flavour reminiscent of vanilla, but not real vanilla. He could always tell if it was the imitation shite.

After another shot, Barty capped the bottle and straightened up in his seat. He had to figure out where he was going next. So far, he’d driven all the way up to Scotland, then somehow ended up in Wales, and now…he just wanted to go home.

Well, his flat anyway. It was a far cry from any “home” he’d ever seen, but it was his, for now. He had to leave so that he wasn’t tempted to track down Evan. The compulsion was impossible to ignore back then. Now, he was starting to accept the truth.

Evan doesn’t want me anymore.

Barty was a shite boyfriend even when he put everything he had into it. He’d really tried this time too. When Evan wanted to go out, Barty took him to the best restaurants that he could afford When he wanted to stay in, Barty cooked for him. They watched sunsets together and fucked like animals whenever Evan was randy. He thought Evan was happy, so he dropped his guard and let himself relax a bit.

Then, out of nowhere, Evan showed up at the flat and told him that they were done. He called Barty a liar and cheater. The words cut deeper this time, sliced straight through the bone.

“He’s not wrong, just a little late,” Barty muttered.

He never cheated on Evan. It didn’t even cross his mind. Lying though…that was an old habit. One borne from self-preservation.

Next Part>>>

[fantasticalleigh]

Rewatching old RAW from 2020 and it’s so interesting to see how the Randy vs Drew feud went down because there wasn’t that much intensity behind it so when they announced their Hell in a Cell match I just sat there like huh neato. But seeing how differently (and WELL) built the Punk vs. Drew feud was handled leading up to HIAC and all the emotion and excellent promos and hatred behind it is incredible. The difference is literally night and day (and Drew and CM Punk have chemistry for days compared to Randy vs. Drew).

Of course one has to factor in that the Orton vs. Macintyre feud feels like it was a lot shorter (I haven't checked to see how long it lasted but it definitely doesn't feel like 10-11 months' worth of content) and of course there was different leadership at the time AND it was in the Covid Thunderdome era so of course all that impacted the show heavily but it still has to be noted how much better one feud was executed over the other.

Also “I’m Randy fucking Orton and I demand the WHC title for the 13th time because I say so” is much much much less compelling as an opponent for Drew over “you injured me and halted my career for several months, then stole something precious from me and mocked my family, thus invoking the pettiest fucking man in the roster. It’s fucking go time.”

In 2020 Drew was a huge babyface, having come back and proven himself as worthy of champion status. He was a fighting champion and let anyone who wanted a shot at the title to try. He'd had his own irl hero's journey to make his way back to the WWE and got along with most of the roster and seemed well-liked by most. He was cocky but honorable and booked like a beast.

In 2023-24 so far he’s the broken down, deeply bitter, deeply angry man who’s been disillusioned by everything that’s happened to him to the point he’s turned into the opposite of what he once was. It’s been absolutely fascinating to go through the archives and see how he is such an opposite of who he used to be. He’ll blame everyone but himself for the challenges he’s faced and each loss he’s taken. He’s so determined to get back the gold, he’s blinded to everything else and doles out destruction wherever he goes. And Punk brings out the worst in him and he brings out the worst in Punk. They're holding up mirrors to each other fighting over who gets to say they've been wronged the most. They had months of slowburn where Punk was out injured and it was just Drew in the ring with a mic and it still delivered. And (though I haven't watched the Drew/Orton HIAC yet) at this point, having watched (and gone insane over the punkintyre HIAC match) I don't think anything can compare to that at this point.

There's more I could and would like to add to this but I've rambled beyond the point I set out to make so I'll cut myself off here.

(Must add the caveat that I know there are huge swaths of lore and character developments I'm missing from 2019+2021-23 and everything behind that. I only started watching WWE in March of this year and have picked through content to watch and learn from over on Youtube and Peacock. Currently I'm only focusing on all the RAW 2020 episodes but will continue in chronological order and maybe do the same for Smackdown starting in 2020 at a later date. There just...so much to get through... @-@)

[fuckyeahvanhalen86-95]

Sammy Hagar has revealed he’s written a tribute song to Eddie Van Halen with Joe Satriani and Michael Anthony.

While Satch and Anthony have their parts recorded already, Hagar says he’s holding the process up because he gets “emotional” when recording his vocals.

After Alex Van Halen revealed that the previous attempt at putting an Eddie Van Halen tribute tour together failed because David Lee Roth didn’t want to pay homage to Eddie’s legacy, Hagar plans to take his tributes one step further.

“It’ll be a single,” he tells Rolling Stone. “We’re working on it right now. Mike [Anthony] and I just finished the bass and the background vocals. I took a shot at a lead vocal, but I don’t know if it’s done yet.”

“Joe’s got his parts done. Kenny [Aronoff] played drums. I gotta tell you, it was emotional singing it, because the song, it’s about Eddie. That’s the best I can put it. It’s a thank you to him, and it’s a thank you to the fans, and it’s a thank you to that era.”

He adds that fans can expect its release in “February or March”, but no other details were spilled.

He did, however, say that he and Wolfgang Van Halen “got goosebumps” when they saw each other at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame last month.

The singer, who has announced the return of his Best of All Worlds shows via a Las Vegas residency at Park MGM in 2025, is full of admiration for Van Halen Jr.

“I walked into Ozzy’s dressing room and Wolfie’s sitting there,” he says. “We caught eyes and he jumps up, and we just fuckin’ hugged and got goosebumps on both of us.”

Wolfgang starred at the glitzy event which saw Ozzy Osbourne inducted into the Hall’s annals for the second time, this time for his work as a solo artist.

Taking the stage to perform Crazy Train – and nailing its iconic solo – alongside Tool’s Maynard James Keenan, and Red Hot Chili Peppers’ drummer Chad Smith, he’d helped pour cold water on the muchly contested Randy Rhoads versus Eddie Van Halen rivalry that began in the early ‘80s and hasn’t been properly quelled since.

“It’s so funny, every time I’ve ever run into him and we embrace, I get the goosebumps because I feel like it’s Eddie,” Hagar says of meeting Wolfgang backstage.

“I really feel he’s the closest thing to Eddie on this planet right now. He looks like him, when you look him in the eye. He does his gestures. He takes his finger and he pushes his hair out of his face like Eddie.”

“He did that when I was talking to him,” he continues. “I said, ‘I can’t even look at you, Wolf. I’m getting teared up.’ Yeah, I love him and what he’s doing.”

Wolfgang has, understandably, been cautious about his positioning in regard to his late father’s monumental musical legacy, preferring to tread his own path with Mammoth WVH.

In August he told the WTF with Marc Maron Podcast: “I think people are sitting there waiting for me to outdo my dad in some way, but that's impossible. I'm not him. I'm doing my own thing and if anything I'm outdoing him in that way... I'm a better drummer than him and no one says that!”

Though he did inherit one technique from his dad, in a new chat with Bass Player, he's further distanced himself from his father by dispelling the belief that Eddie taught him every trick from his book.

“My Dad called me a ‘rhythm bassist’, but all he taught me was a power chord and an AC/DC drum beat,” he says. “From there, I just played along.”

Nonetheless, Hagar has previously expressed his desire to involve Wolfgang in the Best of All Worlds extravaganza at some stage, saying “I’m sure our paths will cross”.

[msookyspooky]

Terrible Trilogy

Part 25 pt 2

wordcount: 7,563

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

Stu scoffed. "Oh, of course me not-" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stu, what are you doing?-" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" He snapped in a sharp tone.

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

"Who?" He demanded with a scrunched face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'll always love you ♡'

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

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

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

"...Man, are you crying?" 

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

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

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

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

"Go fuck yourself." 

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

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

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

"Bite me. I'm not bitter-" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Dewey? Are you coming to bed?" 

"Y-Yeah!...In a little bit, Gale." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Dewey, why is the door locked?" 

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

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

"Dewey Riley, open this-" 

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

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

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

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

"No, go on."

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

She looked surprised. "Oh." 

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

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

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

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

"...Really? But my record there-" 

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

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

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

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

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

Dewey felt himself thinking of his own secret now. 

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

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

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

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

…What secrets were you keeping from him and Randy?

[mrsaltieri-real]

His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri X OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter 4: Friends

Word count: 3k

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, a little angst, fluff, Mickey being a dick, (obviously) Mickey being sweet, flashbacks to Stu, brief mention of death

The smut is COMING I promise, I’m just fleshing it out. This fic is immensely fun to write, so I’m fr bashing out the chapters but it’s so so enjoyable I can’t seem to stop myself. Thank you again to @bisexual-horror-fan for editing and beta reading this for me. I know the extremely subtle reference to Stu and Billy hit! Kisses dude love ya!!

Gotta include the moodboard you made for me in this chapter because it’s fucking chefs kiss.

⬆️⬆️THIS. THIS IS THE VIBE⬆️⬆️

I’d never been this hungover in my entire life, my head is pounding as if a marching band is walking around the perimeter of my skull.

I groggily forced my eyes open only to recoil under the comforter at the harsh light streaming in through the windows with a low groan. Fuck the light, fuck me for not closing the curtains, fuck alcohol.

But especially fuck Mickey.

It took longer than it should have for me to realise I wasn’t in my own dorm. Once I finally resurfaced from beneath the sheets I took in my surroundings, blinking rapidly at the familiar dorm that didn’t belong to me. The posters littering the walls, the small figurines on the desk and I glanced down, noticing the Star Wars image on the comforter and frowned a little, lifting a hand to rub my eyes.

“Morning!”

I jumped, hand clutching the side of my throbbing head as my eyes settled on Randy’s goofy smiling face. He was holding out a cup of coffee for me, but he lowered it a little when he saw I was staring at him with a look of horror, mouth agape.

“Oh, God. What- what am I doing here, Randy?” I asked weakly. My voice sounded hoarse and raspy and I flinched at the sound of it, eyes darting down to my body quickly, hands pulling the blanket back to see I was not in fact naked. Thank God I was still dressed in my jeans and crop top I was wearing last night.

Randy chuckled a little, placing the steaming mug on his bedside table before sitting on the edge of his bed. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. I found you last night throwing back shots with a couple of frat bros and decided it was time to take you home but you told me you didn’t want to be alone so I just brought you back here. I assumed it was safer than any of your other options and you clearly didn’t want to stick around Hallie and Sidney’s.” He stopped, eyes scanning over my face before he jerked a thumb behind him to his sofa which was covered over with a rumpled blanket and a pillow, “See? I slept on the couch.”

I relaxed a little, sighing in relief which made him roll his eyes. “Damn, D. Would you really be so disgusted if we hooked up?” He placed a hand over his chest in mock offence.

“Yes and you’d be too.” I said, reaching forward to nudge his shoulder which made him laugh again and nod his head in agreement.

I grabbed the coffee off the table, leaning back against his headboard and closed my eyes.

“Wanna talk about whatever happened with Mickey?” He asked hesitantly.

“I didn’t tell you?” I mumbled into the mug, glancing up at him as he shook his head before replying, “You weren’t really making a lot of sense. You kept shouting about a ‘Stupid blonde slut’ and that you were going to, ‘Kill that stupid fucking mouse’ but I didn’t get much from that.” For every quote his fingers came up in quotations and I rolled my eyes, unable to stop from smiling.

I shook my head before telling him, “It doesn’t matter. I’m not really sure if I really saw what I thought I did anyway, I was pretty drunk.”

“Pretty drunk? I had to brush your teeth for you, Dahlia.” Randy shivered as if the memory haunted him and I shoved his shoulder, scoffing at him before taking his hand with my free one, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles. “Thank you for taking care of me, Rand.” I said softly.

He clicked his tongue against his teeth bashfully, his cheeks flushing just slightly, “You don’t have to thank me, Dahlia. What are friends for?”

Before I left Randy’s I fixed my hair in his bathroom, giving up at the lousy attempt and rifling through my backpack for something to cover it with. For reference, my hair is dark, thick and curly, waving down to the middle of my back. I pulled out one of my favourite bandannas; maroon and patterned with flowers, with a relieved flourish and placed it over my head biker style, staring at my reflection.

God, I looked like shit.

Randy enjoyed teasing me for my quote “rustic bohemian” sense of style whilst Sidney absolutely adored it, constantly telling me as much. During my depressed period the upkeep on my fashion sense has faltered and I practically lived in sweats and oversized T-shirts that belonged to my dad, but I made the decision that when I went to college, if I wanted everyone to think I was truly getting better I’d have to act and dress like it. So for me, I was back in my comfort zone. But right now, it really didn’t look like it. Even in my favourite outfit, my brown and white soft striped cropped jumper and my cargo pants, I still looked horrifically hungover.

I quickly splashed some water over my face, stole some of Randy’s deodorant before pecking him goodbye on the cheek at his door, eager to get back to my own dorm to shower and change.

And who should appear as though from thin air?

“Walk of shame?”

I yelped, practically jumping out of my skin as I spun around seeing Mickey leaning against the wall of Randy’s building, toying with his video camera in his hands.

“Fuck off.” I snapped, turning back round to get as far away from him as possible. He caught up with me easily in just a few strides and I internally groaned. What the fuck was this guys problem?

“So you’re fucking Meeks? Guess that shouldn’t come to any surprise really.” I didn’t look at him as he spoke, I didn’t want to properly dignify such a ridiculous claim instead just replying with, “What do you care?”

“I don’t, really. Just think you can do better.”

I stopped so quickly he took a few more steps ahead before turning around and looking at me. Fuck, he looked good. He was wearing a dark blue button down shirt and black pants, his dark hair ruffled and messy as though he’d been running his hands through it.

Or as though some girl had been running her hands through it.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? Go bother your girlfriend instead.” I was too tired, too hungover to put any emotion in my voice, looking at him blankly. He frowned slightly, tilting his head to the side as he looked down at me before asking, “What girlfriend?”

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms tightly across my chest and gripping my elbows, “Blonde girl? Under you last night? C’mon Mickey it’s been all of less than twelve hours.”

A smile played on the corners of his mouth as his eyebrows rose, his finger tapping against the side of his camera, “She wasn’t my girlfriend. Just some girl I fucked.”

I couldn’t stop the disgusted expression from taking over my face as I stared at him, “Oh, nice.” I muttered, “Aren’t you just charming.”

“I try.” He said cockily, shrugging his shoulders as he pointed, “It’s cute that you're jealous though.”

A surprised laugh burst through my lips and I shook my head, hands coming up to run over my face as I managed to get out, “Jealous? You think I’m jealous? You’re the one who lied to Sidney about wanting to apologise to me for being a jackass and trying to kiss me so I’d walk in and see you screwing some girl.”

His smile faltered slightly, arms dropping to his sides with his camera still clutched between his fingers, “Ah yeah, that. I guess I can be a bit of a jackass, huh?”

“More than a bit.” I muttered under my breath, starting to walk again. He walked beside me easily and I glanced at his face. He looked deep in thought, hands brought back in front of him as he played with his camera before he spoke again after about thirty seconds, “Sorry about that.”

“Hm?” I hummed as though I didn’t hear him.

He stifled a smile as he sighed, head tipping back a little, “I’m sorry about that. That was a fucked up thing to do. I just… I don’t know, I’m not used to rejection. Suppose I don’t take it well.”

“Yeah, I’ll say.” I scoffed and saw him smile down at me from the corner of my eye.

Damn him.

“Can I confess something to you?”

His tone made me look up at him in surprise, he sounded almost… Nervous? At this point I was so used to him being arrogant, confident and just a downright dick it completely caught me off guard.

“I guess?” I replied suspiciously.

“You have some kind of effect on me, Dahl. I don’t quite understand it to be honest. So yeah, when you physically fucking recoiled I assumed I read the signals wrong. So I kinda wanted to test it, you know? See how you would react if you saw me fucking some chick.” He spoke so candidly as though this was completely normal and average behaviour. Could he really not see that it wasn’t?

We were outside my building at this point and I paused, leaning against the cool brick and looking up at him, saying as softly as I could muster, “You know that’s not like… Normal, right? You could have just spoken to me.”

He looked thoughtful for a second as he nodded his head, eyes meeting mine. “Okay, I’ll talk to you. You wanna fuck?”

My eyes widened and I laughed in surprise. He was grinning at me cheekily, dimples pronounced in his cheeks and it didn’t falter as I laughed, only grew wider.

“No I don’t want to fuck you, Mickey.” I said once I stopped laughing, cheeks heating up a little before I continued, “But why don’t we start trying to be friends.”

He cocked his head to the side, smile shrinking just a little, “You wanna be my friend?”

“You said it yourself, we’re going to be around each other a lot. We might as well try. Besides, if you’re good enough for Sidney you’re good enough for me.” I held out my hand and his eyes dropped to it before looking back at my face, looking deeply amused by my formality as he asked, “Really? A handshake? What is this a fucking job interview?”

I looked down at my hand and back to him pointedly and he rolled his eyes, another smile stretching across his face as he took my hand and shook it gently, squeezing it softly. Mickey’s hand was calloused and rough. An unfamiliar but welcome warmth spread through my chest as he touched me, his eyes looking down into mine with a strange kind of affection.

The contact lingered a couple of seconds longer than necessary before I gently withdrew my hand, dropping it at my side.

“Okay, so we’re friends. That entails not fucking girls in my best friends bed and tricking me into watching it, alright?”

“Ah damn, we can’t build a foundation off of that? Not much of a voyeur, huh?” He teased and I shook my head, leaning up from the wall and pulling my keys from my jacket pocket before unlocking the door.

“Yeah, no. I’ll see you around, Mick.” I froze for a second before continuing, “-ey. Mickey.” I corrected myself quickly, wanting the ground to swallow me up.

He laughed again, holding up his hands. “Call me Mickey if you want, I’m not going to stop calling you Dahl.”

I smiled over my shoulder at him, finally pushing the door open and stepping inside.

“Wait, Dahl?”

I turned around, Mickey reached out and kept the door propped open with his hand just by my head. He stood right over me, so close and I noticed he smelled incredible, like spices and vanilla. His scent filled my nose and made my head spin and I subtly leaned against the door so I wouldn’t fucking fall as I breathed, “Mm?” Not at all trusting my voice.

He seemed to notice my little head rush and seemed to openly completely relish in knowing he had this effect on me as he leaned just a touch closer before he spoke, “I didn’t get the chance to say last night, but you looked hot. But honestly, I think you should wear the bandana more often, it suits you.”

I know I blushed, I know my cheeks completely stained pink as he glanced at them, his smile turning cocky as he pushed himself off the door and it swung closed as I stepped back, leaving me standing in the stairwell completely bewildered.

How the fuck did he do that, have this kind of instant effect on me? I’d never experienced this level of attraction to anybody before and I wasn’t entirely sure what to do with myself.

I’d never slept with anyone before. I hadn’t even fooled around and never really had time to do anything to myself. These feelings were just as endearing as they were confusing but at the moment, I wasn’t ready to explore them, right?

I thought about it as I walked up the seemingly endless stairwell to my dorm. Was this something I’d simply been putting off and making excuses for? I didn’t date in High School, too focused on school and life to even look at people in that way. Stu used to endlessly tease me for it, finding it truly hilarious that I was, at the time, seventeen and still hadn’t slept with anyone.

“What are you waiting for, D?” He’d teased, poking me in the ribs as I sat cross legged with him on his couch. I laughed, slapping his hands away from me before the guaranteed tickle fight began. Our respective parents were out of town yet again so we’d decided I’d stay over at the Machers instead of sitting home by myself for the weekend. I much preferred this anyway, Stu was more like a brother than a cousin to me.

“Stop fucking doing that you fucking ass.” I kicked out my foot but he caught it quickly, laughing as he pushed it down before continuing, “Seriously, Dahlia. What’s with the hold up?”

“You know what Stu, I don’t think I want to talk to my cousin about how I haven’t had sex yet. It’s creepy.”

Stu scoffed at me, leaning back on the couch and rolling his eyes, “Oh, please. That’s not why you don’t wanna talk about it.”

I leaned toward him and shoved his shoulder and he grabbed it in mock pain.

“No but seriously, I’m getting a bad rap. Why are you putting this off?” Stu seemed genuinely curious, fingers tapping on the upholstery of the arm of the sofa as he spoke.

I sighed, deciding to give in and tell him so he’d just let it go, “I’m not putting it off. I just… I want it to be with the right person, you know?” I spoke shyly, eyes dropping to my lap.

“Awe, how sweet and boring is that!” Stu teased but his eyes were still affectionate, “You want my advice?”

“Trust me Stu, I really really don’t.”

He ignored me, starting to talk again before I even finished my sentence, “Stick to that. Stick with your gut and wait till you find someone you really care about.”

I glanced up at him, seeing an expression on his face I hadn’t seen before as I asked softly, “Sounds like you wish you’d waited for a certain someone, huh?”

Stu smiled halfheartedly at me with a small upturn on his shoulders.

“Is it who I think it is?” I asked gently.

He nodded his head with a sigh, picking at the loose fabric of the arm of the couch, “Yeah, it’s who you think. You’re right for wanting to wait, trust me. Because man, when you find that person? Fuck, nothing else matters.”

By the time my little trip down memory lane was over I had finally made my way into my dorm and was relieved to discover my roommate wasn’t home. Karla was a nice enough girl, but I’d always found small talk insufferable and we just didn’t have the kind of relationship where talking came easy so I just hadn’t bonded with her the five months I’d been living with her. Lucky for me, my classes were in the morning and hers were in the afternoon and more often than not she would stay out at her boyfriend's off campus apartment so I pretty much had the place to myself.

I dropped my bag on the bed and walked to the bathroom, stripping off on my way and popping my clothes in my hamper by the door. I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror and had to do a double take.

I didn’t look at all like myself, or at least the version of myself I’d grown accustomed to looking like.

My cheeks were flushed and my lips were upturned in a smile, but that wasn’t what caught my attention.

The thing that was most surprising was my eyes. They looked bright, lively and almost wild. I hadn’t seen myself look this way in forever and it caught me completely off guard.

I spent a lot of time faking being happy, mainly to appease friends and my parents but now? There was nothing artificial about the way I looked.

I looked happy.

Usually even if I happened to be in a good mood, reminiscing about past conversations with Stu brought me down and crushed me all over again. As my reflection stared back at me in the mirror I realised for the first time since Woodsbro thinking about him didn’t make me depressed, it didn’t make me wish I in fact stayed dead.

Thinking of that playful conversation made me realise how right Stu was. I never wanted to make the same mistake he made, I was one of the only people that knew what he was hiding from everyone and although this was different, I knew that that memory didn’t pop into my head out of nowhere.

I didn’t know Mickey well, we were just starting to become friends after all. But I hadn’t felt this happy, this content for far too long, if ever.

I touched the corners of my eyes as I looked at my reflection as I thought, maybe he was the right person?

Chapter Five HERE

[wifelinkmtg]

Dominaria United Who’s Hot Speedrun

Please, G-d, they cannot already be doing March of the Machines spoilers come on Phyrexia All Will Be One has been out for like, two weeks. Hnnnnnngh okay here we go.

DOMINARIA UNITED

Mostly disappointing, if I’m being honest! Like hey remember Chris Rallis’ Danitha and Anna Steinbauer’s Radha from last time we were on Dominaria? Hey, no worries if not, here they are:

Extremely hot! I’ve said a great deal about that version of Radha previously. Anyway now here’s versions of them from this set:

Radha, Coalition Warlord (art by Randy Vargas)

Like I’m not complaining, you know, she’s still an absolutely massive elf lady with a huge sword (and you really don’t see enough muscular elves, do you?) but like in comparison to the above version...no, wait, sorry, I changed my mind, she is still extremely hot, I do very much still want her to rail me.

Danitha, Benalia’s Hope (art by Magali Villeneuve)

This, though, is very much a “go girl, give us nothing” moment for Danitha. Which is fine! It’s a fine painting, and Danitha has to cut her Phyrexianized dad’s head off in this story if I recall, so it’s okay if she doesn’t feel quite up to the glamor shots. Not everything should be five-star wifelink material, you know?

Join Forces (art by Aurore Folny)

We do get this nice gay little team-up for the both of them, which feels a little calculated, but I’ll take it. Okay what else we got, Dominaria United?

Elas il-Kor, Sadistic Pilgrim (art by G-host Lee)

Ooh, now we’re getting somewhere! Love a woman just dripping with ichor.

Phyrexian Missionary (art by Mila Pesic)

Ichor AND horrible cyborg parts, even better!

Hang on, do you hear something? A noise, as of distant thunder mixed with the clangor of the factories of Hell? Why, that could be none other than

SHEOLDRED, THE APOCALYPSE (art by Chris Rahn)

All the way from New Phyrexia, the Dross Pits’ lovely Praetor-Thane has strapped herself into an ancient dragon engine: a potent force multiplier both for battlefield devastation and raw sexual appeal. (The dragon engine is a metaphor.)

This set also, in a rare turn of events, has a version of Liliana who absolutely does not make the cut. You really have to fuck up for that to happen.

NEXT TIME ON WIFELINK: THE BROTHERS WAR

Nothing. Like, actually nothing, and I’m not just saying that because I don’t want to have to review yet another set before I get to the good stuff. It turns out Old Phyrexia wasn’t nearly as hot as New Phyrexia. We’re skipping it.

NEXT TIME ON WIFELINK: PHYREXIA ALL WILL BE ONE, AT LONG LAST.

[bizarrequazar]

GJ and ZZH Updates — March 5-11 (nice)

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This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

[Glossary of names and terms] [Masterlist of my posts about the situation with Zhang Zhehan]

03-05 → Gong Jun’s studio posted a video spoken by him for Learn from Lei Feng Day.

→ Tangle Teezer posted a photo of the wax Gong Jun with one of their products.

03-06 → Gong Jun was seen filming running as a torch bearer for the Asian Games.

→ Deeyeo posted a video of behind the scenes footage from their ad campaign with Gong Jun.

→ L’Oreal posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun.

→ Madame Tussauds posted two photos of the wax Gong Jun. Fan Observation: It was already noted at this point that the figure had sustained some damage on the abs and clothing from fans touching it. 

→ Safeguard posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun. (If you’ve been wondering why I never seem to include Safeguard, it’s because I can’t access their profile for some reason. 🙃)

03-07 → Gong Jun posted a promotional video for MARRSGREEN.

→ Deeyou posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ InStyle posted a video interview with Gong Jun from the day of the Madame Tussauds unveiling. [text translation]

→ Gong Jun deleted 121 posts from his Instagram, primarily personal ones, promotions for shows, and all photos from before November 2018. Posts for Word of Honor are still there; posts from the filming period and some from the promotional period are not. The most recent post removed was his Thailand photos. Equivalent posts on Xiao Hong Shu and Weibo are still there. The reason for the deletion is unknown at the time of this post.

03-08 → Gong Jun posted in his supertopic for Women’s Day: “Happy holiday everyone!”

→ Gong Jun posted four photo ads for L’Oreal.

→ The Instagram posted eight photos of “Zhang Zhehan”. The merch being worn in the photos was available on the brand’s online store for exactly thirty minutes. Fan Observations: The face on the right seems to have not been photoshopped enough. A whaler on Weibo criticized a fan who pointed it out, claiming that the fan had edited it to look different, and a whaler on Twitter DID edit it to look more like Zhang Zhehan before posting it.

→ GQ magazine posted a teaser video for their March issue. Caption: “Who is in the studio?”

→ Fresh posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ 361° posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

03-09 → Gong Jun followed the Weibo account of a fan who sadly passed away from illness, who used to make sand art of his characters. He also liked the video of her art that her husband had posted in her memory.

→ Madame Tussauds posted two photos of Gong Jun and wax Gong Jun.

03-10 → The owner of the dog used in Gong Jun’s recent Tangle Teezer ads posted photos of him from the shoot.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a video with behind the scenes footage of his recent ads for Tangle Teezer, Deeyeo, BEAST, and Hogan. Caption: “Full of spring, full of energy! Unlock the multiple poses of the boss @ Gong Jun Simon with one click, and feel infinite freedom between the shots.” BGM is One for the good times by Jef, the main theme from Zorba the Greek, Big Stones by Amphibious Zoo Music, Light Lock by Instupendo, Mr. Garita by Randy Sharp, and Parade by Backing Tracks. This was reposted by Tangle Teezer.

→ Zhang Sanjian airport photos again, once again very covered and in very baggy clothing.

03-11 → Gong Jun’s studio commented on his March schedule: “Adding new itinerary to this month: 3.24 brand livestream, 3.25 attending an event. Spring is getting stronger, waiting to see you~” The livestream is believed to be for L’Oreal.

→ Madame Tussauds posted four photos of people posing with wax Gong Jun.

Additional Reading: → Flora’s daily fan news

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[aestheticvoyage2024]

Day 78: Monday March 18, 2024 - "Cactus League 2024"

We laid in bed just before midnight and Audrie asked me what the best part of the day was; and it was probably that part - cycling back through it all in an instant, the joy of William rolling down the hill and getting to draft fantasy alongside my good friend Dave. Getting that sweet shot of Adolis Garcia crushing a homerun. Not having to be in the office - getting sunshine and baseball, seeing an old friend, all that cousin time for William, and him in his pink Randy Savage pajamas. I settled on the soothing thought of that giant hot dog for 9.75 and the eight packs of relish I put on it, eating it next to Dave with a matching one, behind home plate.... that was good, indeed. But near as good as that moment I spent running back through it, trying to pick one. It really was a great day, and a new entry for William's baseball journal - his first of many in 2024.

Song: The Rural Alberta Advantage - Alright

Quote: "Baseball, it is said, is only a game. True. And the Grand Canyon is only a hole in Arizona. Not all holes, or games, are created equal." -George Will

[ausetkmt]

Tory Lanez's motion for a new trial in the Megan Thee Stallion shooting case has been denied.

On Tuesday (May 9), Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge David J. Herriford made a final decision in the Tory Lanez prison time saga. Judge Herriford decided Tory Lanez does not have the right to a new trial and the Court will be moving forward with the sentencing process, according to Los Angeles Times journalist James Queally.

Queally shared this afternoon via Twitter, "Tory Lanez motion for a new trial has been denied. We don’t have a sentencing date yet. Attorney Jose Baez and the Lanez team did file a motion disqualify Judge Herriford — I don’t know on what grounds we don’t have copies yet — but Herriford still issued his ruling. That matter will likely be heard outside the county at some point (and that’s also a very high bar.) There will be more in the afternoon: defense wanted to ask Herriford to confirm he’s denying their due process claims (not relevant at present) and a sentencing date could be set."

On Dec. 23, 2022, Tory Lanez was found guilty of shooting Megan Thee Stallion on July 12, 2020 and convicted of one felony count of assault with a semiautomatic firearm, carrying a loaded, unregistered firearm in a vehicle and discharging a firearm in a grossly negligent manner to cause bodily injury. He was initially slated to be sentenced on Jan. 27. However, he was able to get the date pushed back after acquiring a new legal team in an attempt to secure an appeal.

On March 29, Tory officially filed for an appeal of the verdict in court, citing an unfair trial and arguing some evidence should not have been admitted. On April 6, the prosecution in the case submitted a 16-page document countering Tory's attorneys' claims.

"The evidence presented at trial was properly admitted, and the defendant's claims of errors and violations of his constitutional rights are without merit," the statement read in part. "The verdict reached by the jury was based on credible evidence and was supported by the law."

In an update on April 25, the lawyer handling Tory Lanez's appeal, Jose Baez, announced that in the then-coming days, Tory and his team would bring forth new information regarding the DNA evidence that was used against the "Broke In A Minute" artist in the trial. Baez claims the original DNA information presented was "false and misleading" to the members of the jury.

From there, an incarcerated Tory Lanez hit up Instagram with an audio message calling out his prosecutors and accusing them of "manipulating" the original DNA results in the case.

"I’ve been incarcerated for almost half a year over a gun that the D.A.s lied and said I shot," Tory began in the jail recording on April 25. "In 2021, they demanded I take a DNA test. I took that test without no pushback, delay or question. Not only because I knew I never shot the gun. But mainly because I was 100 percent positive that I never even touched this gun. In my trial the verdict of innocent or guilty depended heavily on my DNA results."

He continued: "With the help of L.A. Crime Labs DNA expert Randy Zepeda, D.A. Kathy Ta, and Alex Bott completely manipulated my DNA results, and lied to the world, the media, and most importantly my jury, by stating that my DNA on the gun was inconclusive. That was an absolute lie."

Tory Lanez faces up to 22 years in prison when he is sentenced.

XXL has reached out to Tory Lanez and Megan Thee Stallion's attorneys, and the L.A. County District Attorneys Office for comment.

[reasoningdaily]

Tory Lanez's motion for a new trial in the Megan Thee Stallion shooting case has been denied.

On Tuesday (May 9), Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge David J. Herriford made a final decision in the Tory Lanez prison time saga. Judge Herriford decided Tory Lanez does not have the right to a new trial and the Court will be moving forward with the sentencing process, according to Los Angeles Times journalist James Queally.

Queally shared this afternoon via Twitter, "Tory Lanez motion for a new trial has been denied. We don’t have a sentencing date yet. Attorney Jose Baez and the Lanez team did file a motion disqualify Judge Herriford — I don’t know on what grounds we don’t have copies yet — but Herriford still issued his ruling. That matter will likely be heard outside the county at some point (and that’s also a very high bar.) There will be more in the afternoon: defense wanted to ask Herriford to confirm he’s denying their due process claims (not relevant at present) and a sentencing date could be set."

On Dec. 23, 2022, Tory Lanez was found guilty of shooting Megan Thee Stallion on July 12, 2020 and convicted of one felony count of assault with a semiautomatic firearm, carrying a loaded, unregistered firearm in a vehicle and discharging a firearm in a grossly negligent manner to cause bodily injury. He was initially slated to be sentenced on Jan. 27. However, he was able to get the date pushed back after acquiring a new legal team in an attempt to secure an appeal.

On March 29, Tory officially filed for an appeal of the verdict in court, citing an unfair trial and arguing some evidence should not have been admitted. On April 6, the prosecution in the case submitted a 16-page document countering Tory's attorneys' claims.

"The evidence presented at trial was properly admitted, and the defendant's claims of errors and violations of his constitutional rights are without merit," the statement read in part. "The verdict reached by the jury was based on credible evidence and was supported by the law."

In an update on April 25, the lawyer handling Tory Lanez's appeal, Jose Baez, announced that in the then-coming days, Tory and his team would bring forth new information regarding the DNA evidence that was used against the "Broke In A Minute" artist in the trial. Baez claims the original DNA information presented was "false and misleading" to the members of the jury.

From there, an incarcerated Tory Lanez hit up Instagram with an audio message calling out his prosecutors and accusing them of "manipulating" the original DNA results in the case.

"I’ve been incarcerated for almost half a year over a gun that the D.A.s lied and said I shot," Tory began in the jail recording on April 25. "In 2021, they demanded I take a DNA test. I took that test without no pushback, delay or question. Not only because I knew I never shot the gun. But mainly because I was 100 percent positive that I never even touched this gun. In my trial the verdict of innocent or guilty depended heavily on my DNA results."

He continued: "With the help of L.A. Crime Labs DNA expert Randy Zepeda, D.A. Kathy Ta, and Alex Bott completely manipulated my DNA results, and lied to the world, the media, and most importantly my jury, by stating that my DNA on the gun was inconclusive. That was an absolute lie."

Tory Lanez faces up to 22 years in prison when he is sentenced.

XXL has reached out to Tory Lanez and Megan Thee Stallion's attorneys, and the L.A. County District Attorneys Office for comment.

[venushasvixens]

Intern Work (Randy the Intern x Reader One Shot)

[A/N] Soooooo in honor of May the Fourth, I had made a small little one shot for my favorite of the Adam Driver’s SNL characters. I had a lot of fun making this, lol. May the Fourth be with y’all, happy Star Wars day! 

“Hello. I’m Randy.”

You looked up from your seat, stopping your scroll through your reports and focusing on the new intern in front of you.

“Umm, hello. Can I help you?” You said, powering down your screen.

“Y-yes. I seem to be new to this, uh, department and I was given a list of tasks to do until the big meeting.” He said, his tan hair popping out from underneath his beanie and grey space vest. “You know the big meeting, the big one. The one that Supreme Leader Kylo Ren is attending?”

You took a glance at the galactic film crew following behind him and glanced back at him. “Yes, I am. Personally I am not attending but I am aware of the importance.”

“Good!” He said loudly and looked around, scraping his fingernails against the rim of the holopad by his side. His eyes darted back to you and you politely smiled, having an idea of who it was. Maybe it would get you out of this department and actually into a real meeting.

“Did you need help with your list?” You said, standing up from your chair and straightening your uniform.

“I seem to be a little confused by who is who on here. It says mail in Sector 2-A, and beverage handout in fuel invoices.” He got quiet for a second. You looked up to see him shaking so slightly, his lips a thin line. “Sarlacc milk is fucking digusting.”

You nodded and gulped, your eyes meeting the giant camera lens.

“So can you help me?” He said, clearing his throat. “Can you help me, (Y/N), assistant communicator in Comms?” He eyed your name tag and stared at your face intently.

“Absolutely.” You said, looking back at your screen that was full of reports and quotas to meet at a certain time. Oh well, you had a feeling it wasn’t going to be that big of a reprimand.

- 

“He’s Kylo Ren, isn’t he?”

- 

You pointed to the names on the varying packages, mail to almost every department. “Look, we’re in Sector 1-B, we have to go all the way to Sector 2-A. That’s almost on the other side of the entire Destroyer.”

“We barely put a dent in these.” He pointed to his side satchel, breathing in deeply. “Don’t you think we could’ve done this in an email?”

“Tell me about it.” You mumbled, flipping through the names and locations. “Okay so I got this sorted out, this half is to Sector 2-A and the other is to Sector 1-C. To get more ground, you go one and I’ll go through another. They are right beside each other, but there’s seems to be a gap between both places, and the only transport is for First Order suits-“

“Oh look at this.” Randy held up a badge with a scanner that would get you anywhere in the ship. “As an intern, I got access to such transport. Isn’t that helpful?”

“It sure is.” You smiled. You took it from his hand and marched towards the opposite direction that Randy was going. “I’ll see you in a minute, buddy.”

You looked back as Randy’s shoulders tensed, hearing the small words of “I’m no one’s buddy” and balled fists. Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to do, but he was really giving himself away. But it was Randy the intern, who did all the bitch jobs and did everyone’s latte orders. The camera crew ran with him and left you to your deliveries.

You sent a comm with Randy, telling him you were done with your deliveries. “Now I believe all that we have left is caf?”

“Unfortunately.” He said, hearing the sound of something sizzling in the background.

“You alright, Randy?”

“Just ran into a little problem. But hey, I got it all figured out.” You heard the small shoop of what you could deduce was a lightsaber descending back into the hilt. You pressed your lips together, blinking rather hard at the walls as you tried to figure out whether this really could get you a pay raise or not.

Your boss was in Sector 2-A, so that probably wasn’t going to be a possibility.

“Caf! Where am I meeting you?”  

- 

“We forget one latte and I’m getting rodded by his lightsaber, I just know it.”

- 

You double checked the orders, making sure each one was accounted for and made with the right ingredients. It was a nice look at the better quality of caf in the upper levels, since the standard cup of drip could hold you over in the small office space that

“Did you check for the extra sarlacc milk?”

The prolonged grunt was a “yes” and the gag from Randy was good enough for you. “Good. Let's get going.”

After a painstakingly long process of passing out lattes as the higher ups discussed all they could bring to the meeting, who they hoped was going to be there, and what was the conclusion of their findings. You stood in the back as you finished passing out the drinks in your holder and watched as the camera crew trailed Randy.

“And now for our Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, who will be attending. So, for appearances purposes be sure to present the most professional version of yourselves-“

“Exactly! Exactly.” You heard from Randy, who nodded and looked around the room again. “I bet Kylo Ren would love to see that from all of you.”

“…Carrying on-“

“You know what Kylo Ren would also love to see?” Randy intervened. “Motivation and diligence. Bring that and we got ourselves a meeting.”

“And who are you?” The sector leader asked, bending over and looking at his name tag. “Thanks for the insight, Randy, who I’ve never seen before. Thanks for the latte, the door is that way.” He pointed over to the door, a short snort coming out of his mouth.

Your eyes snapped to Randy, who stared down the sector leader. You looked at the camera and just shook your head really soft yet quickly.

“You and your intern, whose uniform doesn’t belong on this floor. Go away, goodbye, farewell-“

The sector leader's head snapped in the opposite direction, falling onto the ground. The room was silent and still, and you definitely glared into the camera, raising your eyebrows.

“Oh no. I think he needs help.” Randy said in the most monotone voice.

“I think he’s the one who got the extra sarlacc cream.”

“Someone else is going to have to call that medic then.” He said, walking out of the room. You trailed behind, following Randy as he walked down the hallway.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” You asked, head tilted.

“No. But tell me.” He turned to face you, eyes looking down on your smaller figure. “Are there any happenings around your workplace that feel..outdated or intimidating?”

You honestly thought for a second, putting aside the image from earlier. “I don’t feel that I am respected enough for the work that I do. But, uhhh, I don’t think I can talk to my boss about it.”

“Why not? A boss is supposed to communicate and reach out to employees for all their workplace needs.” He added.

“Well because he’s dead.”

“Ah.”

“Yup.”

“I understand.” He sucked in air between his teeth. “As for the main boss upstairs, is there anything else you would like to add or say?”

You gulped again, wondering if this was a trick question. “I just want to tell him that he’s doing the best that he can with the circumstances given to him, and that we are rooting for him down in communications. And if he needs any assistance, then I’m sure that his intern can relay the message from me. I’m always happy to help.”  You smiled, taking note of the glint in Randy’s eyes. His lips turned up into a small smile.

“Am I able to say that on camera?”

“Any time.” He said, softening his look. “Well! I’ll be sure to let him know. I’ll see you around, (Y/N) in communications.”

“I had fun. See you around, buddy.” You saw him stopped again, and just nodded to himself before taking off with the camera crew right behind him. You traveled back to your desk, and started your reports again, your little life having remembered the nice yet frightening adventure just moments before.

“It got me out of my seat for a few hours, so I really enjoyed the time I had. Didn’t know interns had it that hard.”

“Is there anything else you would like to add before we go?”

“Uhhh, is Randy really who I think he is-“

“We can’t give that out.”

“Heard, gotcha. Um, well it was fun. And I hope the meeting went well, and I hope the Supreme Leader had a good time.” You smiled, then looked down at your mini comms on your wrist. You read the message and closed it immediately, smiling.

[Randy has informed The Supreme Leader of your hard work and professionalism today. For this, the Supreme Leader has request your presence in the upper level cafe, 1900 hours tonight.]

“What was that?” The interviewer asked. “Anything from today?”

“Oh nothing. I just got a little date, that’s all.” You beamed. “I’m sorry, what was the question?”

- 

[A/N] I want to make a part 2, it was so fun! 

[scopitonearchive]

Scopitone star Randy Sparks dies at 90

Randy Sparks died at the age of 90 at an assisted living facility in San Diego, California on February 11, 2024. Sparks was probably best known as the founder of the folk group the New Christy Minstrels, where he helped launch the careers of stars such as John Denver, Steve Martin, Kenny Rogers, Gene Clark of the Byrds, Larry Ramos of the Association, and "Bette Davis Eyes" singer Kim Carnes.

He had a second group, the Back Porch Majority, who made one somewhat controversial Scopitone film, "The Mighty Mississippi" in 1965. In March 1966, Sparks complained to Daily Variety that his "wholesome act" was "promised the same kind of class treatment as Debbie Reynolds got in the Scopitone film she did and we didn't get it." Instead, Sparks stated, after the group's performance was filmed, Reynolds' production company Harman-EE Productions "went to their own studio and added material that turned it into a dirty look in low taste." Sparks vowed never to do another Scopitone for Harman-EE.

Harman-EE's Irving Briskin responded, in a letter to Daily Variety, that Sparks' complaints were "untrue" and that Scopitone films are "always produced with the artist there at all times and nothing is shot without the artist's full knowledge." Briskin also opined that "if I were a manager of an artist and an alleged image of that artist had supposedly been damaged, I do not believe I would further damage that image through a newspaper comment."

For more info, see:

Brian Murphy, "Randy Sparks, who gave folk music a big choral sound, dies at 90", Washington Post, Feb. 16, 2024: https://www.washingtonpost.com/obituaries/2024/02/16/randy-sparks-folk-music-dies/

Clay Risen, "Randy Sparks, Founder of the New Christy Minstrels, Dies at 90," New York Times, Feb. 17, 2024: https://www.nytimes.com/2024/02/17/arts/music/randy-sparks-new-christy-minstrels-dead.html

Diego Ramos Bachara, "Randy Sparks, New Christy Minstrels Founder, Dies at 90," Variety, Feb. 17, 2024: https://variety.com/2024/music /obituaries-people-news/randy-sparks-dead-new-christy-minstrels-1235915076/

Back Porch Majority, "The Mighty Mississippi," Scopitone S-1027: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDeApYkH7XA

"Sparks Ignites Charge Against Scopitone Clip," Daily Variety, March 14, 1966

"Letters to the Editor: 'Manager's Slip Showing'", Daily Variety, March 16, 1966

[aestheticvoyage2023]

March 2023

So many great things about March 2023 - it was a good month if I really stop and take a true measure.  From beautiful road shots, to snow covered cactus.  William started to say his name and learn to swim and cheered for the Spartans in March Madness.  He danced with his cousins in our living room, and rode along in a cart with Grandpa.  So many sweet memories.  And it wasn’t always easy and fun - at times it was an absolute grind this month.  But my wife has got my back - I received a lot of love and support this month and going into April its starting to feel like maybe we really are ready for whats next.  Ready to begin again. Ready to have it right. Evolving and shedding the skin.

Best Day: March 12 - A special day with Grandpa

Best Song: Randy Houser - Note To Self

Best Quote: There’s this flash I get often, a fever dream or a vision of sorts Most times late at night And I haven’t found out why, but I know exactly why I’m on this road and I hear gravel underneath me, and I feel it too And I don’t know where I am, but I know exactly where I am It’s dark, It’s really dark And the car is warm, but somehow I can feel how cold the night is I don’t know where the road leads, but I know exactly where it ends You see, I keep driving And all I see for the longest while is my headlights, for an eternity it seems And everything is desolate and empty and nothing and hopeless I’m lost, but I know where I’m going I’m safe, I’m warm, I’m driving And I see this small light A dim one, growing brighter and bigger and closer and stronger And the closer I get, the more I see I make out a house with light strewn across it, a porch, and cars Some frosted windshields that haven’t been touched for hours I hear a song, and it’s faint, I can’t make out the name but I know every word I feel my feet first And it’s cold, and they’re crunching, and it’s the sound of driveways And the wind takes my breath with it And then I walk up to this door, and I knock even though I feel like I don’t have to And I don’t know where I am, but I know exactly where I am And this crack of light widens on this porch underneath me as this door opens And this brown haired girl with the brightest smile I don’t know who she is, but I know her so well And behind her, the warmest home I’d ever seen It’s orange and comfortable, there’s fire and it’s bulb lit She says “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you all night, we’ve missed you” She says to the kindest smirk I’d seen in so long Then she tapers off the sentence with the, with peaceful sound that a lady makes She grabs me on the forearms, pulls softly into the dining room And there’s people, and they’re happy, and they’re content for one I don’t know who they are, but I know exactly who they are And we’re all standing, and I’m laughing at a joke I’ll never hear again I don’t know where I am, but I know exactly where I am And then she tucks her head between my collar as a friend Between my collar and my jaw, and there’s no weight at all And I don’t know where I am, but there’s no weight at all It’s laughter and grins and no tomorrow to win And I don’t know where I am, but I know exactly where I am I don’t know where I am, but I know exactly where I am ~Zach Bryan, This Road I Know

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