#tatum is also present

[prxciouslullaby]

SUMMARY: Randy can’t help but wonder where they fell apart. [Part 1] [AO3 link] MAIN PAIRING: Randy x Stu CONTENT WARNING(S): Internalized Homophobia, Tatum's death

Randy’s staring at himself in the mirror as he fiddles with the collar of his jacket. His outfit’s casual, nothing crazy for Stu’s party, but the rings and watch add a nice touch to an otherwise boring outfit. It’s recently become his signature style, a subtle way to elevate everything in his closet without actually buying new clothes. He’s pretty proud of himself for that one. Not that anyone seemed to notice, though.

His bedroom door swings open. He whips around to see Martha standing in the doorway, seemingly auditioning as the long lost third addition to the Grady twins from The Shining given her stance and gaze. Randy doesn’t voice this, though, as he knows she won’t get the reference.

“What’s the matter with you?!” he asks instead. The question doesn’t come off as angry as he intends it to be, Randy realizes, as Martha squints her eyes at him.

“Where are you going?” she asks, completely ignoring his question. Randy rolls his eyes and turns back to the mirror. He combs his hands through his hair and gives himself one last lookover before Martha speaks again. “Hey! I said—”

“Out,” he snaps.

“But what about curfew?”

Randy turns back to face Martha. Her arms are crossed and although she’s no longer squinting, her eyes have a glint of mischief in them that tells Randy all he needs. He points his finger at her.

“If mom or dad asks, you didn’t see me.”

“Why not? What’s in it for me?”

“I won’t tell them who actually broke the kitchen window.”

After years of hearing their parents claim his angelic baby sister could do no wrong, he has evidence to disprove it for once. Martha’s eyes widen and Randy’s grin betrays his excitement at finally having leverage over her. It’s short-lived excitement, though, as Martha’s expression softens and turns startlingly serious.

“You’re not afraid you’ll get killed?” she asks quietly.

Randy’s heart catches in his throat. It’s a question he’s avoided thinking about since Casey and Steve died. The possibility’s always looming over him, despite memorizing the rules of horror. He is a virgin, after all, so he’s guaranteed survival by these rules. But there’s a part in the back of his mind that wonders if the killer would still be playing by the books tonight.

Randy notices Martha fidgeting with the sweater she’s wearing, and he swallows hard as he passes her and walks down the hall into the living room. He stops in front of the window beside the front door and pulls back the curtain to look out onto the street.

It’s a still and quiet night. Just like every other night. The cars lining the street look the same to Randy as they always do, and seeing the lights still on in some of the houses provides him with some comfort. He starts making mental notes of everything, though. Just in case. Everybody’s a suspect, after all.

Randy’s drawn out of his thoughts when he hears glass shatter and Martha yelp. He jolts and looks back to see her kneeling over a broken picture frame. He lets out a sigh of relief and walks over, shooing her away so he can pick up the pieces of scattered glass.

“Martha, watch what you’re—”

He stops as he turns the frame over.

Of all the pictures Martha could knock from the mantle, it just has to be the one with him and Stu as kids, doesn’t it? Specifically the one with them hugging each other with the biggest smiles on their faces at Randy’s 10th birthday party. Because of course it is. And to add insult to injury, the glass is broken over Stu’s face, of all places. Because of course it is.

An omen, clear as day. Randy can see that, he isn’t blind. If this were a horror movie, he’d be ridiculing the character for deciding to step foot outside after seeing such an obvious sign. In that moment, though, something tells him he should go to Stu’s party. For better or for worse. If Stu isn’t the killer, then Randy would at least be able to clear him. And if he believes that the rules are foolproof, he’ll live to see it through.

Randy takes the picture out of the frame and places it back on the mantle. He walks into the kitchen to throw the glass away and grabs a broom before he walks back to Martha.

“Clean this up before I get back,” he tells her as he hands her the broom. “Lock all the windows and doors. I have the key so if you hear knocking or a window break, call the cops. And if I don’t—” He stops himself. He can see how tightly Martha’s gripping the broom, and he once again recognizes that he’d be shouting at the screen because of how stupid the decision he’s making is. But the nagging in the back of his mind persists, so he holds the picture back up and points to Stu. “Prime Suspect number two. Billy-fucking-Loomis is Prime Suspect number one. Got it?”

Martha slowly nods in understanding, which is enough for Randy. He sets the picture down and walks to the front door. He opens it and turns back to look at Martha one last time. He realizes he’s studying her, as if trying to memorize every detail in case he’d need to tell authorities. The possibility that she could be the one to die tonight, and not him, horrifies him far more than he’d admit out loud. By horror movie rules, she can’t be on the target list — assuming there is a list, anyway — but he doesn’t want to take any chances tonight.

“You got any friends that would want to do an impromptu sleepover?”

< — — — — — >

The night is colder than Randy anticipates, but he’s thankful he doesn’t have to walk all the way to Stu’s house from Martha’s friend’s place. He isn’t sure whether to be grateful or annoyed at the lack of concern her friend’s father has as he drives him to the party, but he nonetheless thanks him as he gets out of the car. He makes his way down the familiar walkway and contemplates getting the spare key Stu’s folks have hidden on the porch but decides against it and rings the doorbell instead. The chime echoes in the house, but there’s no immediate answer.

Something feels off.

But everything has felt off lately.

Randy isn’t sure he can even trust his instinct anymore. His instinct that tells him that he knows these games and rules like the back of his hand — because he does — and tells him that he knows who killed Steve and Casey. His instinct that tells him that Stu is connected, somehow.

Stu.

His heart aches at the thought, admittedly. He can’t help it. How would you feel if your childhood best friend turned out to be a serial killer? No, murderer, Randy corrects himself, a murderer since he only killed two people.

...Allegedly.

Because there’s no proof, is there? Nothing to link anyone to the crime scene aside from circumstances and motives, but there’s nothing in that department either, according to the police. What a joke. He knows in his heart that Billy Loomis is behind the murders. He has to be, he’s the shadiest, most suspicious suspect to ever suspect, right there, right in front of them.

And then there’s Stu.

Defending Billy with every breath he takes, teasing and shoving Randy around like he hasn’t seen the same movies Randy has. The why of it all bothers Randy, because he can’t seem to figure Stu out. Either Stu’s too naive to see what’s going on or he’s in on it and committing the murders alongside him. But Randy knows Stu, knows he wouldn’t hurt anyone aside from roughhousing no matter how far someone might push him, knows he wouldn’t murder someone in cold blood. Stu just didn’t have that in him, he cared too much about other people’s feelings. So if Stu isn’t in on it, then Randy’s out here making a fool out of himself accusing him, his childhood best friend, the guy who’d stuck by him through thick and thin. And if Stu isn’t a murderer, what was to say he wouldn’t be the next victim?

Why is Stu taking so long to answer the door?

Randy rings the doorbell again, panic rising as it echoes throughout the house. He glances around the porch, trying to remember where Stu’s parents hide the spare key. How long has it been since the last time he was over at Stu’s place? Can’t have been that long...

Thankfully, Randy doesn’t need to search for the keys. The front door swings open, revealing Stu in a red robe that Randy can’t remember ever seeing him in. He figures it belongs to his dad, since he’s out of town and thus can’t get on Stu’s case about wearing. There’s a brief moment of silence between them and Randy catches a glimpse of relief in Stu’s expression before it’s replaced with that goofy smile of his that Randy adores.

“You’re early,” he says before stepping away from the door and motioning for Randy to come inside. Randy does so, the warmth of the house enveloping him as he feels his heart relax. Had it been pounding before Stu opened the door?

Stu wraps an arm around Randy’s shoulders as he leads him into the kitchen. There’s some stacks of solo cups next to an unopened case of beer sitting on the kitchen island. He really is early.

“How many people did you invite over?” Randy asks, the relief now fully subsided. Stu shrugs as he grabs two beer bottles and hands one to Randy.

“It’s a siesta, man, you know how word gets around.” Stu opens his bottle and takes a swig before turning back to Randy. “Tons of people could show up.”

Something about the way Stu says that doesn’t put Randy at ease. On the one hand, there’s safety in numbers. More people means less of a chance of being caught alone with the killer. On the other hand, Randy knows that there will be enough booze here to get everyone so drunk that being in a group will only serve to slow them down if they need to escape.

Assuming the killer would show up here, anyway. Which they very likely could.

“Earth to Ray?”

Randy blinks and realizes Stu’s waving his hand in front of his face.

“What? Sorry, you weren’t saying anything interesting,” he jokes. Stu’s face scrunches up in confusion and Randy is already bracing for the annoying teasing he’ll have to put up with for years once Stu gets back to what he was saying.

“I just asked why you didn’t use the spare,” he says, and Randy can feel his heart speeding up again.

“Couldn’t find it.” Randy opens up his bottle and takes a long swig, hyper aware of how suspicious the reply makes him look.

Fuck.

Stu’s eyes dart towards the ceiling, the way they do when he thinks really hard about something, and when they land back on Randy, it feels like they’re boring straight through him.

“Must’ve misplaced it.” Stu’s tone is flat but his expression relaxes as he takes another swig of beer. Randy does the same, his eyes never leaving Stu.

This feels familiar to Randy, sharing beer that Stu somehow always manages to have on hand. Randy asked him one time where he got the beer from, but only got a smug “Just enjoy it, man” out of him. He tries to this time, just like all the other times he’s drank with Stu, but it’s hard to focus when he’s imagining Stu’s lips wrap around something other than the mouth of the bottle he’s drinking out of.

“Got something to say, doofus?” Stu asks, taking him out of his thoughts once again before they can wander any further.

“I think you do.”

It’s so fast that he doesn’t really register what he says until he sees Stu’s eyebrows quirk up. Stu tenses then, his hands gripping the bottle, and his eyes flicker over Randy before he smiles and leans back against the kitchen sink. Randy’s heart flutters a little seeing the smile and he wonders just how much longer he’s going to have to deal with these emotions before they kill him.

“What you got against me?”

“What do you mean?”

Stu laughs, covering his mouth with his hand and pointing at Randy as if they were back in grade school picking on each other. Randy rolls his eyes and waits for Stu to finish laughing.

“Remember in junior high when we rented out Child’s Play and watched it here?”

Randy frowns, spurring more laughter from Stu. Stu swears that Randy had been so scared, he had cried for his momma. Randy doesn’t remember it that way, but no amount of explaining that he had merely been wiping sweat off of his face had deterred Stu from believing otherwise. No horror movie has ever scared Randy, let the records show, he’ll swear by it until his last breath.

“What’s that got to do with anything, dork?”

His tone, once again, fails to come off as stern as he intends it to be. Stu grins and walks over to Randy, pulling him close by his shoulders. Randy stares at him, willing every fiber in his being to relax despite being this close to Stu again. He faintly remembers why he stopped coming over to his place.

“Remember when I told you I’d never tell anybody?” Randy feels his stomach drop and he immediately glares at Stu. Stu laughs again and gently pinches Randy’s cheek. “Relax! Didn’t tell anybody, like I promised! Just wondered if you still remembered, is all.”

Randy goes to shove Stu off of him, in part to ensure he doesn’t accidentally reveal something he shouldn’t, but Stu moves quicker than he does. Stu wraps his arms around him and rests his chin on his shoulder. They’re hugging, Randy realizes. He hesitantly wraps his arms around Stu, unsure if Stu is pulling something on him. The hug is nice, though, and Randy resists the urge to question Stu as he finds himself relaxing in his arms. He figures he can have this moment of solitude with him, considering they were the only ones in the house.

Randy isn’t sure how long they stay locked in their embrace, nor can he pinpoint the emotion that washes over him as Stu’s breath tickles his ear. He is sure of one thing, though. He’s missed bantering with Stu, just the two of them, seeing Stu’s smile as he talks about the things that stuck out to him in the movie they’d just watched, hearing Stu’s laugh as he makes a stupid joke or witty remark. God, he’s missed Stu.

Stu whispers something in his ear, something so faintly that he nearly misses it.

“What?” Randy whispers, afraid that if he speaks any louder, Stu will disappear from his arms and he’ll wake back up at home in his bed like so many nights before.

Stu pulls away just enough to leave his face mere centimeters away from Randy’s face. His eyes flicker up and down, and his expression is pained, as if whatever he’s thinking will kill him if he doesn’t get the thoughts out.

“We’re friends ‘til the end, right?”

Randy blinks, partly because Stu is so close it’s dizzying — and if he even leans in slightly, their lips will touch — and partly because he doesn’t quite get why Stu’s asking him the question.

He doesn’t get the chance to answer him, though.

The doorbell chimes and Stu instantly lets go of Randy to answer its call. Randy’s left standing alone in the kitchen, the ghost of Stu’s lips sure to haunt him in his dreams later tonight. He hears the chatter and laughter from the guests that have arrived and the absence of Stu’s warmth hits him harder than it has any right to. He takes a long swig of his beer, shoving his feelings back down where they belong, and walks out into the living room to join the others.

And the night went on that way. Randy watches as Stu mingles with their peers, cheering them on to drink more and laughing with them, and feels an uncomfortable loneliness settle in his chest. The more people arrive, the deeper the feelings hide. He tries to rationalize what had happened in the kitchen with just the two of them — they’d both been sober, that’s for sure — but he keeps coming up empty. Because he knows that what he was feeling — and had been feeling for years at this point — was wrong. And he can’t tell anyone about it, not really. Not unless he wanted to be ridiculed and ostracized for the rest of his life, following him wherever he goes.

But it’s not like he’s not normal. He was into chicks too, he watched porn and he’d even kissed a girl once. But it never felt like enough to prove that nothing was wrong with him, because no one had ever enraptured him like Stu had.

Well, except for one person.

And as Randy dances with a girl he barely knows in Stu’s living room, he sees Sidney walk in, carrying groceries and giggling with Tatum as they head into the kitchen. She looks great tonight, unsurprisingly, and he barely registers that his mouth is open until some other girl points it out while laughing at him. He attempts to walk over her, but gets swept up by some other teens asking to drink with them. He attempts to decline but is enticed when he sees the beer pong table they have set up.

I’ve got all night, he reasons and decides to join them in a round or two.

Randy quickly realizes that he’s shit at it, but the others playing are already hammered so they’re even worse. He manages to convince them that he makes all of the shots he misses and leaves the game feeling pretty proud for having downed only one cup of beer.

He sees Sidney sitting on the couch and plops down beside her with the biggest grin on his face. He hears Tatum and Stu snicker as he talks with Sidney, clearly finding his lame attempts at flirting entertaining. Sidney doesn’t seem to catch on, per usual. The longer he talks with her, though, the more he knows that this feels right. Was it selfish of him to want Sidney to be his girl so badly? Yeah, probably. But was he going to pass up what was possibly the only opportunity to ask her out and make his wildest dreams a reality? Hell no, he’d have to be stupid to do that.

The universe had other plans for him, though.

< — — — — — >

“Turn around!”

Randy’s laying alone on the couch, clutching one of the pillows as he’s shouting at the tv. He’s four or so beers deep at this point in the night but that was irrelevant. Because really, how stupid could Jamie Lee Curtis’ character be? Michael was right behind her and she’d easily avoid him if she just turned around—

“Behind you!”

When she doesn’t turn, Randy throws the pillow aside and gets up, thoroughly frustrated by a movie he’s seen over a hundred times. He glances around, stumbling a bit as he walks into the kitchen, and wonders where the hell everyone went. He leans over the kitchen sink and shakes his head, struggling to remember how he’d gotten to this moment. He vaguely remembers something about Principal Himbry that led to everyone running out and leaving him behind. Stu hadn’t been with them, though. Where was he?

His forehead’s starting to throb and Randy knows it’s only a matter of time before his head starts pounding. He stumbles to the fridge and yanks it open, only to find it ransacked of any food and beverages that he knows Stu’s parents keep stocked. He shuts it, grumbling to himself, and places his head against the fridge door. It’s pleasantly cold and helps to alleviate some of the throbbing, at least momentarily. It’s enough for his brain to have a moment of clarity, and he remembers the extra fridge in Stu’s garage.

God please have water or something.

Randy slowly lifts his head from the fridge and makes his way to the side door leading into the garage. He’s thankful that it’s conveniently located in the sideroom next to the kitchen. He grips the handle and tries to open the door, only to find it won’t budge.

What the hell? Is it stuck?

Randy jiggles the doorknob a bit before putting his weight on the door. It swings open faster than he anticipates, and he falls right through, tripping down the steps leading into the garage and landing hard on his side. Randy groans out in pain and instinctively curls up in the fetal position as he tries to get his body to stop spasming. His head is pounding now and he’s sure that he’s sprained — if not, broken — something.

After what feels like an eternity lying on the cold floor, Randy slowly lifts himself up. He hisses as he stands and leans heavily against the small railing that is really starting to feel like an afterthought to these steps.

“Fuck you, you sorry excuse of—”

Randy hisses again, a surge of pain interrupting his tirade. He clutches his side and nearly buckles over trying to steady himself. He’s not sober enough to deal with this, but he desperately feels the need to lie back down. He doesn’t want to lie on the garage floor again — he can practically hear Stu mocking him for finding him there — and attempts to walk back up the steps. He moves one foot and immediately slips, his body lurching forward and nearly hitting the steps again. His side catches his fall against the railing, though, sending another shot of pain rippling through his body.

“FUCK!”

He grips onto the railing, his breathing heavy and teeth grit so hard that they might just crack from the pressure. His head is spinning, and a part of him figures it might just be easier to let himself fall, mocking be damned. He stares down at the floor, trying to focus on anything that will make the room stop spinning, and notices that it’s wet. Wait, that’s not right—

It’s in that moment that Randy looks around him, only to be met with darkness, aside from the small area on the ground being illuminated by the light streaming in from the kitchen. And the garage door being open, letting in some of the light from the streets. Randy can see something hanging from the doggy door, though, but he can’t quite make out what it is.

Randy slowly, painfully, reaches his arm up to the garage light. He clicks it, but nothing happens. Shit, was the light broken? Since when? Not that Randy can get the answers to those questions given his current predicament, but he still can’t help wonder them nonetheless. He looks back at the ground, struggling to make out the source of the wetness by his feet. He leans down slightly, despite his body screaming at him, and after a few seconds of staring realizes that he can make out a shard of glass.

The smell hits him then, emanating from his wet shirt and pants. He reeks of beer, but more than what he expects from his breath. He takes in a deep breath as he shifts his weight back onto the railing. Someone had broken a beer bottle or two in the garage. No big deal. Assuming he hadn’t broken them just now when he fell in. Randy figures he can come up with a convincing lie to get Stu off his case if it comes down to it.

Randy turns his attention back to the garage door, or more specifically, the doggy door. His eyesight blurs a little then, much to his annoyance. He squeezes his eyes shut, in part because the pain surging through his side is a little stronger now, and stands there for a minute just listening to his breathing. A voice in the back of his head tells him that this would be the most boring scene in a horror movie if he was watching it. It’s a thought that almost makes him laugh.

Randy opens his eyes and focuses on the doggy door. His stomach drops as his brain discerns a pair of white boots, connected to some rather pale looking legs wearing a skirt. The torso they’re still attached to — thankfully — has blood running down its sides. Randy doesn’t think he’s ever sobered up faster.

“TATUM!”

His body is moving faster than he can register, his feet sliding along the floor and kicking shards of broken beer bottles away as he staggers over to her lifeless body. He stops just beneath her and nearly hurls as he sees her face. It’s bad, bad enough that he has to look away from her, because her injury is nothing like the movies. He’s trembling now, shaking really, as he looks around. He has to find Sidney. And Stu. Randy is not a religious man but he hopes to god that they were still alive, safe and sound somewhere. There’s a pit in his stomach, though, that’s telling him otherwise.

Fuck, where was everyone?

“Sidney?!” he shouts into the street. “Stu?! Anybody?!”

He hobbles out of the garage and makes it to the sidewalk before he stops and cusses under his breath. What is he doing? Has he not watched a thousand movies and chastised a thousand characters that had done this exact same stupid move that had resulted in their deaths? He’s out in the open now, vulnerable prey to the predatory killer. He frantically looks around, trying to spot the officer he’d seen earlier — where the fuck was he at?! — or any other living person but is met with nothing.

“FUCK!”

He smacks his head as he speaks, but he can’t help it. His heart’s beating out of his chest, adrenaline’s coursing through his veins, and a million thoughts are running through his head. He’s panicking now but he has no one to help or comfort him. He thinks back to Martha, her worried expression seared in his mind, and he feels just about ready to cry.

But then he hears something.

A twig snapping.

His head snaps in the direction of the sound and he sees someone crawl out from the bushes. Randy nearly cries from joy.

“STU!”

Randy practically barrels into him, clinging onto him as his life depends on it, and the words start to spill out of his mouth faster than he can make sense of them.

“STUHE’SHEREWENEEDTOGETTHEFUCKOUTTATUM’SFUCKINGDEADSIDNEY—”

Stu shushes Randy and pulls away from him just enough to make eye contact. Stu’s eyes are wide and he’s breathing like he just ran a marathon.

“Randy? What are you—”

“STU LOOK AT FUCKING—” Randy frantically points at Tatum’s body and shakes Stu’s shoulders. “YOU’RE GIRLFRIEND’S DEAD, WHERE THE FUCK IS SIDNEY—”

“Wasn’t she with you?”

“WHY THE FUCK WOULD I ASK YOU WHERE SHE IS IF I WAS—”

And in that moment Randy cuts himself off. Because why was Stu asking him that? He backs away from Stu and looks him over. Stu’s clean, aside from the sweat and beer coming off of him, and he’s staring at Randy like he’s crazy, as if there isn’t a dead body a few feet away from them. But there’s something more in his eyes, some other emotion he can’t quite pinpoint.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he asks, his voice trembling.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Stu says, his tone too calm for the expression his face is wearing. Randy catches on quick.

“I didn’t fucking kill her. Why would I kill your girlfriend?”

“You said it yourself, Ray. It’s the millennium. Motives are incidental.”

Fuck, Stu cannot be serious right now. Using his own words against him? What the fuck is going on?

“I found Billy,” Stu continues, his voice raw. “Found him dead on the floor of my parent’s room.”

Well, there goes Prime Suspect #1 out the window.

“...What?”

Stu’s frowning now, eyeing Randy up and down suspiciously. Randy’s panic returns, stronger now, because fuck his best friend thinks he’s the killer.

“It was a bloodbath.” Stu takes a step towards Randy. “I wonder who—”

“No, no, no, no, no, don’t do this to me!” Randy steps back, a jolt of pain shooting through his leg. He clutches his leg before continuing, “I don’t have it in me to murder someone like that and you know it—”

“Do I?”

“STU, WE’VE BEEN FRIENDS SINCE WE WERE EIGHT! C’MON MAN, PLEASE—”

“Oh yeah? What happened to ‘everybody’s a suspect’?”

“I’M SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE KILLER, OKAY?! BUT YOU KNOW I HAD A RIGHT—”

“You had a right before you left me behind, Ray.”

Randy stares up at Stu in confusion. Stu’s face is really close to his now, and suddenly he’s back in the kitchen, hugging Stu and breathing him in without a care in the world.

What a shitty turn of events that’s led them here.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You stopped coming over! Stopped hanging out with me and watching movies—”

Randy can’t believe what he’s hearing right now. He’d make a joke of it if weren’t for the situation they were in.

“You left me!” Randy shouts, standing up straight despite his body hating him for doing so. The adrenaline wasn’t out of his system just yet, but he can feel it slowly being replaced with anger. “You stopped inviting me over to your place because— because— FUCK! Because you decided to be Billy’s little fucking lapdog! You met him and threw me aside like I didn’t fucking exist—”

“Because you threw me aside for fucking Sidney!”

“WHAT?! I MET HER AFTER YOU—”

“STOP LYING TO ME RAY.”

“WHAT THE FUCK AM I LYING ABOUT?! YOU LEFT FIRST! YOU LEFT WHEN BILLY WALKED RIGHT INTO YOUR LIFE TO CLAIM YOU AS HIS “BEST FRIEND” — WHICH WAS MY TITLE, BY THE WAY, THAT I’VE HELD SINCE THE THIRD GRADE, THANK YOU — AND YOU LEFT WHEN I TOLD YOU I THOUGHT SIDNEY WAS HOT — RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING MOVIE WE WERE WATCHING, BY THE WAY — AND YOU LEFT ME TONIGHT WHEN YOU WENT TO GET ME A BEER—”

Randy stops himself. Ridiculousness of the situation aside, Randy’s brain cells finally kicked in while he was shouting. Stu had gone to get him a beer. Stu had left during the movie, before the others had gone as well, to get beer. Beer that he took forever to bring back to him. Randy’s blood runs cold and he sees the hint of fear in Stu’s eyes staring back at him.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Randy’s running before Stu can get another word out. And Stu’s right behind him, gaining ground.

He has to find Sidney now. He has to make it through tonight.

[oatflatwhite]

BOBSTROLOGY 2: THE PACIFIC BOOGALOO

Another completely serious presentation by @pegasusdrawnchariots and oatflatwhite

written version under the cut!

♈️ Edward “Hillbilly” Jones – 1 April 1917 ♈️ Elmo “Gunny” Haney – ?? April 1898 * ♉️ Clifford "Steve" Evanson – 25 April 1926 ♊️ Bill Leyden – 27 May 1926 ♊️ Robert Oswalt – 13 June 1923 ♊️ J. P. Morgan – 20 June 1919 * ♋️ Lewis “Chesty” Puller – 26 June 1898 ♌️ Chuck Tatum – 23 July 1926 * ♌️ Jay De L’Eau – 29 July 1923 ♌️ R. V. "Burgie" Burgin – 13 August 1922 ♌️ Manny Rodriguez – 17 August 1922 ♍️ Andrew “Ack Ack” Haldane – 22 August 1917 ♍️ Sidney Phillips – 2 September 1924 ♎️ Vera Keller – 13 October 1923 ♎️ Lew “Chuckler” Juergens – 22 October 1918 ♏️ John Basilone – 4 November 1916 ♏️ Eugene Sledge – 4 November 1923 ♏️ Wilbur “Runner” Conley – 6 November 1921 ♐️ Robert Leckie – 18 December 1920 ♑️ Bill “Hoosier” Smith – 14 January 1922 ♒️ Merriel “Snafu” Shelton – 21 January 1922 ♒️ Hugh Corrigan – 19 February 1920 ♓️ Lena Riggi Basilone – 7 March 1913

2 Aries 1 Taurus 3 Gemini 🥈 1 Cancer 4 Leo 🥇 2 Virgo 2 Libra 3 Scorpio 🥈 1 Sagittarius 1 Capricorn 2 Aquarius 1 Pisces

7 🔥 4 🪨 7 💨 5 💧

6 cardinal 10 fixed 7 mutable

14 masculine 9 feminine

* Gunny Haney's day of birth is not known; we went with Aries on vibes * J. P. Morgan's birthday was taken from The Pacific wiki but we couldn't verify it elsewhere (or whether he was actually a real dude?) * Chuck Tatum is a cusp and we assigned him Leo based on his city of birth if he had been born at noon; also on vibes

** Other characters in The Pacific are based on people from Leckie and Sledge's memoirs, but their names are either changed or they are only referred to by surname and quite unidentifiable, based on my (oatflatwhite's) original search (which was not exhaustive!). Ronnie Gibson and Stella Karamanlis, for example, seem to be based off of real people Leckie encountered during the war, but were not their actual names. Others, like minor officers in both K and H companies, and the doctors Leckie sees, I just couldn't track down. We could locate the birthdays of Sledge's family (brother and parents) but since we couldn't do the same for Leckie and Basilone, we left them off this list. They're two more Scorpios and another Virgo, by the way.

*** And if you've read this far, @pegasusdrawnchariots assigned Stella Leo based on vibes :-)

[you-call-it-a-dude]

Hideous Shoes

Request: Leighton x Fem reader, a part two vibe to the first Leighton x reader story, but instead the reader is talking to Tatum at a party. From afar it looks like they are flirting, but essentially reader only gets along with Tatum because she reminds her of Leighton. Requested by 🫀 (I summarized the ask, but will share the full length one)

Summary: Leighton makes you go to a party straight from work. Apparently, everyone hates your shoes.

Pairings: Leighton Murray x Fem Reader

A/N: 🫀, I really hope this lives up to your request and you like it okay. I def went for something more fun and lighthearted than angsty. If you wanted a different vibe, please let me know and I'll do it all over again for you.

Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Also, will work on getting that master list post up shortly lol

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"Look behind you, but don't make it obvious." Whitney says, walking up to Leighton while she chatted with Kimberly

"What are you talking about? Look where?" She said kinda loudly and Whitney shushed her, knowing that Leighton's voice had the ability to cut through the noise of any party if she really wanted it to.

"Shush! I said don't make it obvious." She said quietly. "Look at the bar and check out who's talking to Y/N right now."

She whipped her head around, doing the exact opposite of not making it obvious. Kimberly giggled and Whitney didn't even try to hide her annoyance.

"Oh my gosh, Tatum!" Kimberly said innocently. "She's been killing it on the tennis team." She informs the group and Leighton looks at her weird.

Like the type of look that says 'don't tell me useless information.'

"Why is she talking to Y/N?" She stood on her tippy toes, watching the interaction with furrowed eyebrows.

"Tatum is gonna, like, eat her alive." Whitney points out, taking a sip of her drink.

"Should I say something? What do I do?" She stands flat on her feet again and looks to her friends.

"Did y'all see Y/N and Tatum at the bar?" Bela joins the group after returning from the bathroom, looking just as confused as the rest of them.

"Yes, we saw." Leighton practically hissed. "I'm figuring out a plan."

"Well, while you're doing that, Tatum is making your girl laugh." Bela points out, raising her eyebrows and taking a sip of her drink.

Leighton narrows her eyes, turning around again to see for herself.

"Tatum is not that fucking funny so I don't know why she would be laughing like that."

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You've been dragged to another party by Leighton. You don't even know how she knows this many people or this many social events happening.

What you do know? You didn't even get a chance to fully walk through the door when you came home from work tonight before she ran up to you all dressed up begging you to go to this party with her and her friends. Telling you that she really wanted to go, that she hates going to parties without you and just rambling on about how much she wanted you there.

You know it was most likely so you could play babysitter to her and her friends, but you honestly didn't mind it too much. Once she had about three drinks in her she would be clinging on to you the rest of the night and telling you how much she couldn't wait to be back home with you. You would be silly for ever wanting to miss out on that.

You did tell her that you weren't going to change out of your work outfit and she made a face immediately and said 'at least your shoes?'

Which, okay, it was a fair comment. They were just comfy gym shoes that you paid next to nothing for, but you had a long day at work and your feet were tired and the last thing you wanted to do was be uncomfortable for a party you didn't even want to go to.

You made the argument that the shoes stay on or you don't go and she folded easily, kissing your cheek in excitement.

So she dragged you to a frat house that you're almost certain you've never even heard of before actually. All the normal frat party goers were present, so clearly it was only you that wasn't well informed.

You had been going back and forth to the make shift bar all night, your poor tired feet begging to go the hell to bed already. You ignored them easily though, too eager and too happy to do anything that would please Leighton.

You were on your fourth trip to the bar tonight, getting drinks for Kimberly and Leighton this round. Fuck it, maybe even yourself.

The poor frat boy at the bar was swamped and doing his best. Clearly a freshman or a new pledge assigned to do the stressful task of managing the overwhelming job that is a bar at a college party.

But you had been there three times already tonight and he already knew you were going to be patient with him. He said he knew what you wanted and to just give him a second. He would apologize to you profusely every time you made eye contact while while he handling some other demanding frat boy that was yelling in his face. You would just wave him off politely and tell him you weren't in a rush.

Honestly, leaning against the bar wasn't feeling too bad for your feet either.

"Those shoes are atrocious." Came a voice from behind you.

You roll your eyes and turn around, making eye contact with some blonde you've never seen before.

"Trust me, I'm well aware." You say with a slight bite in your tone.

"Oh! So you do have some sort of taste then." She says with a condescending smile.

"I have enough taste to know that whatever the fuck tweed jacket you're wearing is better suited for the winter months. It's September and like eighty degrees. Aren't you a little warm?" You say, returning that condescending vibe.

She raises her eyebrow and nods, looking almost impressed.

"Okay, I'll admit, you've got me there. That still doesn't take away from the fact that your shoes? Hideous." She doubles down on offending your shoes and you throw your head back in laughter.

"They're totally designer, though." You nod and she looks at you curiously. "Oh yeah. Wál-Mart." You say, trying to make it sound French and clench your jaw to hold back a laugh. "Ever heard of her?" She looks at you still confused and you can tell she's going through a list of designers in her head. "Walmart. They're from Walmart."

"You're an ass." She laughs and gives you a playful shove. You laugh loudly at her reaction, throwing your head back. "You think you're so funny."

"I think I'm hilarious, actually." You chuckle again, dabbing under your eyes with the back of your index finger. She rolls her eyes at you, but you can tell she's holding back a smile.

"You're slightly comical at best."

"At best? I'm slightly comical at my worst. Get outta here. At best, psh."

"Well aren't you cocky?" She crossed her arms, looking you up and down.

"Says the person who insulted a random stranger for no reason."

"I did have a reason. I hate your shoes." You laugh and shake your head.

"You and everyone else in my life apparently. I am so sorry for offending you. Let me go chop my feet off right now." You say sarcastically and she laughs.

"No need to be dramatic. Buying new shoes would suffice. Those are shoes my grandfather would wear. Very...geriatric."

"Geriatric?!" You say in disbelief. "Honestly, that feels more offensive than anything. Jesus Christ." You chuckle, still a little in shock about that insult she threw your way.

"I mean...if she shoe fits." She sucked in her top lip to hold back a laugh. You busted out laughing and she followed suit, laughing with you.

"That was a good one, I'll give it to you."

"Good enough to get you to help me secure a drink from this monstrosity of a bar situation." She says sweetly with a smile.

"No," you shake your head. "Absolutely not." You chuckle. "It was nice to meet you though...?"

"Tatum."

"It was nice meeting you, Tatum." You feel a tap on your shoulder and the kid at the bar is handing you four drinks, which you only needed three but in his defense you had been getting four like all night. You technically had an extra drink to spare that you could've given her, but why would you do that when you could feel Leighton's eyes burning into you from across the room. You also just did not want to. You turn and grab the cups carefully, holding two in each hand.

"Got a lot friends?" She asks curiously when she sees your full hands.

"And a girlfriend that likes to fight." You say as an attempt to warn her. "Have good rest of your night." You give her a friendly smile before pushing past her, careful to not spill the drinks and leaving her to fend her herself at the bar.

You slowly dance your way back to the group. You stop immediately, looking confused when the four of them just stare at you silently. Your eyes bounce between all of them, waiting for someone to say something. You were just about to open your mouth when Leighton opens hers.

"What the fuck was that?" She asks harshly and it kinda catches you off guard.

"What do you mean? I got drinks?" You hold up the four drinks confused. The four of them each take a drink from your hand and even though one of those drinks were intended to be for you, you've now been left drink-less and slightly disappointed.

"With Tatum!" She blurts out and you cock your head to the side.

"You know Tatum?" You ask, and you can see Bela, Whitney, and Kimberly all have a visceral reaction to your question.

"We may have possibly kinda dated, but this isn't about me right now." She rushed out. "You just seemed awfully giggly with her."

"She was kind of an ass honestly. She called my shoes atrocious." You could see Leighton raise her eyebrows and tilt her head in a silent agreement.

"It just seemed like a lot of talking for someone that called your shoes repulsive."

"Atrocious, jeez." You correct.

"Same thing." She waves off your correction. "What did you say back to her."

"Well, I told her I knew they were ugly and she said something about how I do have some taste. So I made a comment about her jacket being out of season just to prove it." She looked over your shoulder, taking a glance at Tatum who was still waiting at the bar.

"Damn, you're actually right. I've trained you well."

"I told you I listen to you when you talk." You shake your head at her. "She then asked me to help get her a drink from the bar. Obviously, I did not." You say, gesturing over to her still waiting. "She reminded me of you a little bit, honestly. I think that's why I was having fun bickering with her."

"Ew, don't say that. I am not like her." She looked offended, her top lip twitching.

"Right, sure." You say sarcastically, just agreeing to appease her. "Remind me again what you think of my shoes tonight?" She glared at you, her right eye twitching slightly.

"I...love them." She said, her tone of voiced sounding everything but truthful.

"See, I'm so glad you said that! I was thinking of getting another pair." You tease.

"Okay, let's not get out of hand here. You look like you went shopping in my dad's closet."

"Funny you say that also, actually. Tatum said my shoes gave off a similar vibe. She called them 'geriatric'."

"Well..."

"I'm so sick of both of you!" You tease, wrapping your arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer to you.

Very obviously not sick of her at all.

She leaned into you, sipping her drink.

"Babe?" You ask softly.

"Hmm?"

"What did you mean when you said you 'kinda' dated Tatum?"

"I can't hear you! The music is like really loud all of a sudden." She shouts slightly and you chuckle, rolling your eyes at her.

You pull her against you tightly and press a string of loud and obnoxious kisses against her cheek, making her laugh and scrunch her shoulders up.

"You're a pain in my ass. You hear that over the music?" You tease and she smiles at you, her hand resting against your stomach.

"Now that I heard loud and fucking clear."

[marsstyles]

Love Language

Zilla Fatu + Serene Savage (OC)

Synopsis: Serene is starting to make her ground in the NXT roster as she is going to be competing for the Women’s North American Championship title. Then, someone from her past debuts in NXT and its none other than Zilla Fatu. There’s unresolved issues between the two that hasn’t been settled prior to her move to NXT. Will they be able to resolve the past issues to work together in the same space or will it cause even more friction between the two wrestlers?

CW: Mature Language, 18+, Cursing, Friends with Benefits.

Author’s note: Hi! I hope you enjoy reading the first chapter of my first fanfic! I created the character of Serene as a fun way to develop a wrestling persona for myself. Serene is Latina (as am I) so I will have her speak Spanish. I have put numbers next to each Spanish dialogue and will leave the English translations at the bottom for the page.

Blue highlight: Serene’s thoughts.

Happy reading!💜

Chapter 1

NXT: Orlando, Florida -10:30am

Serene is driving in her rental car, listening to SZA’s new album, “LANA”, on her way to the performance center for tonight’s show. It’s a big night for her as she is the Number One Contender for the Women’s North American Championship title against Fallon Henley, who is currently reigning with the title. She had a Fatal Four way match against Shotzi, Sol Ruca, and Zaria, the week prior and she ended up winning the match by pinning Shotzi. It was an exhilarating moment for her because she worked hard and waited for this moment to compete for a title since she came to NXT a year and half ago.

She is nervous, but also excited for the match because this win will be a major boost to her career. Listening to SZA brought a calmer, chill vibe that was needed to ease her nerves as she pulls into the parking lot of the performance center. After parking her rental car, she takes out her headphones and connects the bluetooth to her phone to listen to the music as she gets out of the car and heads for the trunk to pull out her suitcase and bags.

Serene walks towards the entrance of the center and enters to see Shawn directing the crew on how things he would like to happen for the show. She makes her rounds saying “good morning” to the crew and heads backstage to put her belongings away. She makes her way to the girl’s locker room and sees that a few of the girls made it before her, who were also settling into their spaces and started doing their routines.

Among those that were present in the locker room were: Stephanie Vaquer, Sol Ruca, Tatum Paxley, Kelani Jordan, Guilia, Wren Sinclair and Shotzi. They all see Serene enter, some said “good morning” and others waved at her. “Good morning, ladies!”, Serene greeted back to them. She sets her stuff next to Sol who was stretching her legs on the floor.

“Hello miss number one contender, how are you feeling?”, Sol asked her, as Serene was putting her stuff down. Serene gave her a look and signed, “Well, are you asking in general or are you asking about tonight?”, she asked, sarcastically.

Sol chuckled. “Well, since you brought it up, then both.”, Sol said. Serene closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “As much I want to say I’m fine and not feeling nervous at all, you know I would be lying to myself when in reality, I’m feeling anxious as hell.”, she said. “I know what you mean. Even though I lost last week, I’m happy that you are finally getting this opportunity that you rightfully deserve.”, Sol said, putting her hand on Serene’s arm.

Serene gives her a small smile and puts her hand over hers. “Thanks. It really sucked that we had to go against each other because I would have loved to see you get that Number One spot. I know how hard you’ve worked for to get a championship title.”, she said. Sol waved her off. “Nah, don’t worry. My time will come. I mean we all deserve a chance, it’s only a matter of who got that chance first. Since it was you, I was really happy that you got the spot.”, she said.

Serene smiled fondly at Sol. She is grateful of her friendship that she has built with Sol since she came to NXT. Sol helped her settle into the new environment since it was different from the indies, became someone she confided in whenever she was feeling anxious and knowing what to say to help her calm the nerves. She appreciates everything Sol has done for her and they have been close ever since.

She looks to her side and makes a mischievous grin, “Now, if it was Zaria that had gotten the spot, then we both would’ve been fucked. Luckily, it was you that pulled through.”, she said as she gets swatted by someone that Serene didn’t see come in. “I fucking heard that, Sol.”, a female voice with an Australian accent said, in annoyance.

Serene sees Zaria put her stuff down next to where her and Sol were seated at. Sol started laughing, “That was the whole point, I wanted you to hear that. Especially, since I know I’m right for pointing out the obvious.”, she said, shrugging her shoulders and smiling at Zaria. Zaria rolled her eyes and flipped off at Sol, then turned her attention to Serene. “So, big night for you. How are you feeling?”, she asked with her arms crossed over her chest.

“As I was telling Sol, I’m feeling a bit anxious, not gonna lie. It’s been something I have been looking forward to all week since it’s my first major match to compete for a championship title.”, Serene said, as she started rolling her legs on her foam roller.

“You’ll be fine, mate. Don’t sell yourself short and doubt your potential. We’ve all seen your work and how much you’ve earned this spot. Besides, it wasn’t gonna be me who was gonna get the spot, that’s for sure.”, Zaria said, matter of factly.

“What? Why do you say that?”, Serene asked, giving her a confused look.

Zaria gave her a serious look. “Mate, it’s obvious that it was not going to be me because I had just got here, hell, it wasn’t even going to be Shotzi since she recently just got back from an injury.,” she said, pointing at the green haired female who was talking to Tatum as they were walking out of the room. “As much I appreciate the compliment of my in ring ability, the reality of it is, it was either gonna be one of you two who was gonna get the spot. Unfortunately for Sol, you got the spot.”, she said, pointing out the obvious to both Sol and Serene.

After hearing what Zaria had said, Serene knew that she had a point. It was going to be either herself or Sol getting that Number One contender spot since they have been in the company longer than both Zaria and Shotzi combined. Zaria recently debuted here to NXT back in October and Shotzi was in the main roster before getting injured earlier in the year and had just returned to help out Tatum and her friend, Gigi Dolan.

Sol gave Zaria a friendly push on her legs. “Hey, the wound is still fresh. That night was rough for me.”, she said, dramatically with putting her hand over her heart as if what Zaria said hurt her.

Zaria rolled her eyes and shook her head at Sol’s dramatic self. “Yeah, yeah, you’ll be fine. You’ll get your chance.”, she said, smirking and waving her off. Both Serene and Sol laughed as Serene had finished off rolling her legs and started rolling her back. The three continued talking to one another and took turns guessing who will win in tonight’s match card other than Serene’s match with Fallon.

As they were finished making their predictions and Serene was finishing up rolling up her back, Shotzi came over to tell them that Shawn wanted everyone around the ring immediately.

When Sol asked her why, she replied, “He just said that he has an announcement to make and he told me to get whoever is in the locker room and bring them there. He didn’t tell me anything else.” She shrugged and left the locker room.

All three women looked at each other for a moment before making their way to the door and leaving the locker room. As they enter the room where the ring is, a crew member told them to find a seat on the stands. They made their way onto the stands and Serene sees Stephanie and went to go sit with her with Sol sitting next to her. “Stephanie, sabes que esta pasando?”(1), she asked Stephanie. Stephanie shrugged and shook her head. “No, no lo se. No dijeron nada. Solamente Shotzi me dijo que Shawn quería vernos porque iba anunciar algo. Nada mas.”(2), she said. Serene nodded as they wait for everyone to enter and be seated.

When everyone had entered and was seated, Shawn went onto the ring and was handed a microphone. “Good afternoon everyone!”, he greeted. “Sorry to interrupt your training and warm up, but I wanted bring you all together because I have an announcement to make.”, he said. We all looked at each other as we anticipating what he will announce.

“Before I tell you the announcement, I wanna go over tonight’s match card so those who have their matches tonight, will know which order each match will be placed.”, he stated. He explained the order of the following matches:

Opener: Lola Vice vs Kelani Jordan

2nd: Men’s Tag Team title matcha- Fraxiom vs No Quarter Catch crew

3rd: Women’s Triple Threat Tag Team Match- Meta Four girls, Shotzi and Gigi, and special guests: Kayden Carter and Katana Chance from Raw.

4th: Wes Lee vs. Jevon Evans

Main event: Women’s North American Championship title match- Serene Savage vs Fallon Henley.

After explaining what segments will be happening for backstage and in the ring throughout the show, Shawn continued, “Now that’s all done and settled,” pausing for dramatic effect and smiled, “it’s time for my announcement.” Everyone applauded and cheered as they were all waiting for what the announcement is going to be about.

“Now, the announcement I wanted to share with all of you today is something that me and the team have been working hard to get this to happen and luckily for us this past week, it finally did.”, Shawn said, smiling with pride. “I am announcing that we have someone new coming to NXT and will be added to the roster as of tonight.,” he stated, as he hears the wrestlers whispering to one another. He chuckles. “Now, settle down. I know that you are all eager to know who will be added to the roster and you will find out soon…”, he pauses and takes a moment to think before continuing, “You know what? Let’s bring him out here! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our newest member in NXT, Zilla Fatu!,” he announces.

Serene freezes and felt her eyes widen when Shawn announced that name. A name that she hasn’t heard from for a while, a name that she only sees and hears about all over social media, a name of a person she thought she wouldn’t have to see again until this moment. No. Fucking. Way. What is he doing here? Distracted with her own thoughts, they were interrupted by Sol nudging her as she was applauding at the arrival of the one and only, Zilla Fatu. Serene shook herself out of her shock and started applauding with the others as she sees Zilla making his way into the ring and shake hands with Shawn, then facing towards them.

Zilla was wearing a black hoodie that had picture of his late father, Umaga, black shorts with red and black shoes. Damn, I forgot how good he looked. He’s still fine as hell., she thought, I wander if he still remembers me. Zilla nodded at everyone and scans the audience to see who he could recognize from the stands. He looks at the direction where Serene is sitting and does a double take. Serene notices him smirking at her as he looks at her direction and she looks away, putting her head down to hide her blushing. Crap. Not him seeing me. Serene couldn’t pay attention to what Shawn is saying and will ask either Sol or Stephanie to recount what he said because she is too distracted with her feelings about Zilla, feelings she thought she had moved on from after the last time she saw him.

“Serene, are you okay? Por que tienes la cabeza agachada?”(3), Stephanie asked her as she noticed Serene not paying attention to Shawn. Serene, embarrassed about what’s happening, whispered to her, “Te lo cuento después.”(4) Stephanie nodded, understandingly.

Serene zoned out for the rest of the meeting as she feels her anxiety internally brewing until Shawn said, “Alright, that’s enough for now. Thank you everyone and give your best welcome to Zilla into the roster.,” Shawn announced as he concluded the meeting and everyone applauds.

Serene is eager to get the fuck out of this room to run to the bathroom because she feels sick and she can’t breathe. As everyone goes down towards the ring to welcome Zilla, Serene storms out of the stands and runs into the hallway to find the bathroom.

She is on autopilot and is not aware of Sol, Stephanie, Zaria and Shotzi running after her and calling her name. Once she was able to find the bathroom, she runs inside to one of the stalls and falls onto the floor in front of the toilet. She feels like she’s about to the throw up, but the feeling won’t come out and instead, she’s just staring at the toilet as she was trying to control her breathing.

Why now? Why all of the sudden, he decides to sign with WWE? A company that has been wanting, as well as the fans, to get him signed to when he would always dread answering any questions that involved the company. She feels tears coming down her face that she was trying to prevent from coming out. As she was trying take deep breaths, she hears the door burst open and hears voices calling her name. “I’m in here.”, Serene shakingly calls out to them to lead them to the stall she’s in.

As Sol opens the door and sees Serene on the floor panicking and crying, she sits down in the floor with her and puts her hands on her arms, rubbing them. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. Close your eyes and just focus on your breathing. In and out. In and out.”, she said, helping her ease her anxiety and wiping the tears off of her face. “Shotzi, go to the locker room and get her water. Her stuff is next to mine. Quickly, please.”, Sol pleaded. Shotzi nodded and ran out of the bathroom.

This wasn’t the first time that Sol helped Serene with her anxiety attacks. She has helped her deal with them whenever she was feeling stressed and anxious, whether it was about a match or anything personal. Serene had trusted her ever since she knew what to do to help her recover from her episodes. As she is trying to control her breathing, Shotzi came into the bathroom with her water, Serene thanked her and took a sip of the water. The rest of the girls waited for Serene to regain control of her emotions and her breathing before they start questioning her.

After she felt her anxiety ease, she wipes her tears off of her cheek then looks at them, embarrassed, “Sorry, ya’ll had to see that. Anyways, go on ahead. Ask away.”, she said, knowing the girls are curious about her behavior and the reason behind it. The girls looked at each other with concern because they unsure where to begin with their questioning.

After a moment of silence, Stephanie was the first break it. “Por que tenias tu cabeza agachada cuando entro Zilla? Lo conoces?”(5), she asked. Serene paused for a moment to think about how to tell them about her past with Zilla Fatu, a past that she didn’t know she would have to relive again. She took a deep breath and said, “Yeah. Yeah, I do know him. We had a…a thing together in the past.”, she said, looking down at her tumbler and playing with the cap. “What kind of thing you both had previously? Was it serious?”, Zaria asked.

Serene shook her head and shrugged. “It wasn’t supposed to be at first. It was supposed to be something that we would be both emotionally detached from. Until later on, we didn’t know it would turn into an emotional attachment, at least on my end.”, she said that last part quietly to herself that only Sol was able to hear. “We had a…friends with benefits type of thing, which at first, I did agree to having with him because why the fuck not, he’s hot as hell and he was interested in me. So, we agreed to just fuck. Nothing more, nothing less.,” she confessed, to make it clear to them the intentions they both had in the beginning.

“I’m sensing there’s a ‘but’ coming up.”, Sol said. Serene let out a little chuckle, “Yeah there is. But, as things went on, I started developing feelings for him. It was only because he started doing things that you would do if we were in a relationship.”, she said, looking away from the girls. “It started to confuse me because I thought we were just having causal sex and nothing else. We agreed on having no strings attached, but then suddenly, he just started making things complicated.”, she said, putting her hands over her face in embarrassment.

“So, what happened next? Did you confront him about his intentions?”, Shotzi asked. Serene nodded as she dropped her hands off her face. “Yeah, i did. I was sick of him playing in my face when I saw things weren’t going anywhere. I asked him how he really felt about me and if he wanted to commit to a relationship.”, she said. “He tried to deny that he was having any feelings for me and was downplaying the gestures he did whenever we were together because it was all part of getting me ‘horny’ since we were just ‘fucking’.”, she said, rolling her eyes as she was air quoting what he said.

“Is that the reason you looked away when he came in?”, Sol asked. “Yeah. I haven’t seen him since the last time we had a conversation together. I told him that I never wanted to see him again.,” she said, coldly. “Before confronting him, I had gotten the call that I was accepted to come here to NXT. I wanted to tell him at first, but with the back and forth, I decided not to tell him and just leave.”, she explained, “I looked down because he saw me when he got into the ring and smirked at me. Fucking asshole.”, she muttered, in annoyance.

“Well, we got your back if anything. And besides, you can’t let that stop you from focusing on getting the Championship title, tonight.”, Sol softly said, holding her hands and squeezing them. That’s right. God damnit. After seeing this asshole again, it has distracted me from focusing on the Championship title match. She’s mentally kicking herself for even letting his arrival affect her that way and distract her. “You’re right. I should be focusing on tonight’s match. This might’ve been a minor setback, but I’m not letting it stop me from achieving my goal.”, Serene said confidently.

“That’s right, girl! That’s the spirit!”, Shotzi exclaimed excitedly. “Now, we’ll leave you to fix yourself for a bit. We’ll wait for you outside.”, she explained as the other girls nodded in agreement. Sol and Stephanie help Serene up to her feet, she gave them a hug and thanked them for helping her. They smiled and left the bathroom so she could have her alone time.

After they left, Serene goes to the sink to wash her face, then looks up to look at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and splashed more water onto her face. She paused and looks up to the mirror saying, “No matter what, don’t let him distract you. You’ve worked hard to get this match and by the end of tonight, that title will be yours and you will be the new Women’s North American champion.” She affirmed herself, giving her a boost of positive energy she needed to feel.

After fixing herself and gave one last look to the mirror, she grabs her tumbler and heads for the door. She opens the door to find all three women outside of the bathroom, chatting with one another. They stopped their chatter as they saw Serene step out of the bathroom, “Are you good now?”, Sol asked. Serene nodded her head. “Yeah, I’m good. Let’s head back to the locker room. I wanna find Fallon and ask her if she is down to practice before tonight’s match.”, she said. They all agreed and started walking down the hallway to the locker room.

Author’s Note: I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of my first fanfic! This is my first time ever writing a fanfic so I hope did good lol. I have already written 2 more chapters that I will be uploading each week. I don’t know how many chapters this fic will have as I am working on the 4th chapter right now, but I will give an update! Let me know what you think of the chapter. 💜

Shoutout to my friend, @usoinked! She had helped me out during this process and I appreciate you so much!

Dividers: @diviniyae and @dailyramona

Here are the Spanish-English translations:

1. Stephanie, do you know what’s going on?

2. No, I don't know. They didn't say anything. Shotzi just told me that Shawn wanted to see us because he was going to announce something. Nothing more.

3. Why is your head down?

4. I'll tell you later.

5. Why did you have your head down when Zilla came in? Do you know him?

[whateverloomis]

hihi! could I request poly!ghostface with an idol reader? afab but any/no pronouns works

The reader just enrolled in the school recently, both to be closer to LA and try and keep the public away. Reader isn't world famous or anything, but has a recognizable name. Maybe has been on a talent show and radio station a few times.

Hi! Thank you for your request anon 💖 This was a very interesting one to work with. I did a lil twist with the LA detail. I don't know if you wanted some saucy smut in here so I kept it on the teasy side, (I love this gif set 😭🙈.)

Warnings: Teasing, inappropriate touching, manipulation, alcohol consumption, getting tipsy, cliffhanger (I think?), unedited

Reader: They/Them pronouns in italics. Reader is AFAB fem presenting.

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"An independent journalist?" Sidney asked, intrigued and confused all at once.

"Yeah, like. Y'know, the people who go around asking questions about crime cases and other crazy news." Tatum answered, filling the group in with the latest gossip.

"Yeah, I got interviewed yesterday, but apparently it's like a low-key thing. Some kind of personal project that might not go public." Randy added and Sidney nodded, processing all the information.

The press being all over town was bad enough, and now some secret journalist or something? She definitely wanted to avoid anymore questions, so she took note in order to avoid anyone that might've seemed, strange? She didn't really know how to handle the situation.

"Hey, how come I haven't gotten a cool secret interview?" Stu asked, pouting like a little kid.

"I don't think someone low-key like that wants to interview your loud ass." Billy replied and Stu faked being hurt. The rest of the group laughed at the boys usual grumpy commentary.

"Look, that's the journalist." Randy whispered and stared in a -not so subtle- way. Everyone else gave their visual attention to the person and Billy raised an eyebrow in amusement. Then he looked at Stu, who also seemed a bit more interested than usual.

They didn't know what to expect from the title "journalist" when it came to appearance but it definitely wasn't this. They had a short black dress on with a cream colored cardigan sweater. Black combat boots and white knee high leg warmers that completed the casual outfit and gave it a touch of cuteness compared to the little dress that hung dangerously close to their ass, threatening to rise up at any moment.

"Well damn." Stu said in a flirty and amused tone. Tatum glared at him and then the group continued their usual chaotic conversations and speculations about the ghost face murder case.

•

Inside the campus, a memorial for Casey Becker and Steve Orth was placed at the end of the main hallway. YN was looking at every detail and every note the students left close to the couples pictures and took notes in their leather journal. It seemed like a casual thing but Billy and Stu knew what was up.

"You think they might have a lead?" Stu questioned as he and Billy walked along the hallway casually, trying to seem like they were doing anything else other than approaching the journalist.

"I don't know... But we better make sure they don't find any." Billy answered and Stu widened this eyes, excitement radiating off him.

"Hooh, what are you suggesting man? We kill them?" Stu whisper-screamed and Billy hit his friends arm. "Would you shut up? That's not what I'm saying... Maybe, a distraction of some sort... A mislead." Billy answered and Stu got even more excited. It was like a game to them, one they knew how to manipulate however they wanted to.

•

After the last class of the day, YN was ready to go to their small apartment and put the pieces together with the info they gathered about the ghost face case.

As they were putting their books and other things into their shoulder bag, Billy approached them. He seemed mysterious to YN and they instantly grew curious. Maybe he knew something about the case?

"YN, right?" He said, his tone slightly flirty.

"Yes, and you are?" YN asked, mimicking his tone and smiling up at him innocently.

Billy let out a breathy laugh, smirking. "Billy. Billy Loomis. I uh, heard you were investigating the ghost face case or something of that sort?" He said, taking a step forward and placing his hand on YNs desk.

"Words getting around huh? Yes. I'm keeping it low-key though. Not everyone peeks my interest with this." They replied and Billy raised an eyebrow.

"No? Do I seem interesting enough?" He asked, smirking down at YN as they chuckled at his flirting and interest.

"Can't deny that you do, Loomis. We can talk. My place at 7? I'd rather be somewhere comfortable." They said and grabbed Billy's hand softly, writing their phone number and address on the palm of his hand with a marker.

Billy looked at it for a second and smiled at YN, nodding and leaning on the desk. "I have a friend too, he has some pretty interesting info as well. I could bring him over, if you'd like." He added and YN thought about it for a second. Other than receiving what seemed like good insight, if his friend was just as attractive as him, they wouldn't mind that one bit.

"Sure, that's fine with me. See you at 7?" YN checked one last time. "We'll be there." Billy replied and watched as they walked past him towards the exit door of the classroom and the boy couldn't help but scan their gorgeous body from head to toe.

•

"Wine?" YN asked the boys and Billy declined. Stu was about to say yes but Billy kicked him under the table.

"Dude, f- Uh, no I'm good. Thanks-" Stu stumbled on his words and YN giggled, pouring themselves a glass. It was perfect, if YN was tipsy enough the boys would be able to twist and turn their words in order to steer YN into the wrong direction with the case. They could also get information out of them and mess around with it too. Perfect plan.

All three of them conversed easily and it got better once YN started to get affected by the alcohol. They told Billy and Stu about how they lived in LA and how it was too overwhelming to live in. After they heard about the small town of Woodsboro and ghost face it didn't only peak their interest, but it was a perfect excuse for them to move out of LA and transfer into a new college. Have a real change in their lifestyle and pursue their journalism dream.

As the conversation went on YN got more intrigued by the boys and what they were saying.

"The thing is that Sidney's dad is missing. And it happened exactly when the murders took place so, it makes total sense that he'd be the prime suspect." Stu commented and YN wrote every single thing down.

Billy was standing close to YN, leaning against the kitchen counter trying to peak at their notes, but he could barely read anything.

"So what else do you have in there?" Billy asked, not caring about keeping his intentions low-key. He moved towards YN who was sitting on a stool, using the counter as a table.

"Nothing you should be concerned about, Loomis." YN answered and took another sip of their second glass of wine that night.

Stu chuckled and placed his hand on top of YNs. "C'mon, you can tell us, we can provide a lot of info."

"Yeah, we have a friend who's a cop too, so we have good insight." Billy continued and kept walking towards YN, sliding his hand against the counter top.

YN giggled at their attempts to get an insight scoop of what they've collected so far, but maybe the boys were right. I mean, they did have a cop as a friend, so that was definitely a good source.

Billy was a few inches away from YN, leaning against the counter top. "C'mon baby, you can tell us. We can keep a secret or two." He said and placed his hand on YNs left thigh.

They were almost drunk at that point and didn't care what they did or said. They were soaked between their legs because of the alcohol effects, plus Billy and Stu being so flirty and straight forward wasn't helping with their needyness.

Stu walked over to YN and stood right behind them. He placed his hands on their arms and soothed them. "We'll even introduce you to our cop friend, it'll be a perfect link for you." He whispered in their ear and they shivered at the sound of his soft voice.

"Mm... That does sound good... but I have a feeling there's a catch." YN said. Even in their tipsy state, they could reason and detect the boys wanted something in return.

"Now we're talking." Billy said and smirked, running his hand up and down YNs thigh. "We don't want much just..." He paused and stepped between YNs legs, running both his hands up their thighs and lifting their dress up the tiniest bit. "Wanna have a little fun with you, that's all..."

"It'll be good for you babe, you'll get exactly what you want, hm?" Stu said softly and placed his large hands on their waist.

YN was nearly melting at their soft touches and in their lack of sobriety Billy and Stu's offer sounded more than satisfying.

"Mm, you have a deal then." They replied and ran their left hand up Billy's chest.

"That's what I like to hear."

[msookyspooky]

Based on a really kinky dream I had that's been in my drafts forever 😗😳

TW:

Randy x Stu x CisFem!Reader • Smut!🔞 • Underage Drinking • Slight CNC/Reader and Randy being Persuaded by Stu • Vaginal Penetration • Cunningilus • Slight Degradation • Slight Humiliation • Praise• Threesome • Dirty Talk • Stu being an Ass • Scream and Set Up AU

Wordcount: 6,353

Camping Trip

It was the following Summer after…That happened…The catalyst that screwed up the entire town and everyone part of it. The Woodsboro Murders. You were out of town that weekend because your parents made you go with them; absolutely forbidding you from attending Stu's party while a killer was on the loose…You were glad but also a small part of you felt guilty. Like maybe if you were there; you could have saved your friends.

Randy said he was shot in the chest by someone but he said his memory was a blur. He thought it was Billy, almost swore it was but all evidence said it wasn't and he ended up saying he wasn't sure after evidence said Billy was innocent…All Randy knows is that Billy and Stu claimed Neil was behind it all but he saw Billy with a knife coming towards him right when EMTs and police rushed in. Billy swore he was just heavily wounded, holding the knife for his own safety and just checking on Randy to see if he was alive. Dropping it and wobbling on his feet; begging police to save his girlfriend Sidney. Randy said he remembered Billy wailing when police told him Sidney was dead…Almost too dramatically. Whatever he meant by that? And Dewey didn't remember anything after Neil in a costume stabbed him in the back…Just that Gale Weathers was shot in the head on the porch next to him and they must have assumed Dewey was dead.

But Neil Prescott, Sidney Prescott, Tatum Riley, Gale Weathers and Kenny the Cameraman were tragically murdered that night. You weren't there and two of the survivors had foggy memories and the other two, Billy and Stu, swore it was Neil getting revenge over his wife's death. Killing his own daughter as a murder suicide before trying to kill her boyfriend for his Dad sleeping with Maureen Prescott and all of Sidney's friends in some insane rampage.

You have to admit, it was so odd and made no sense but who were you to argue with two friends that lost both their girlfriends and were nearly stabbed to death? You weren't there but the imprint it left on everyone in Woodsboro was beyond present.

It was early August. You all graduated a few months ago and now everyone was off to college. Randy was going to study film at Windsor College in Ohio. Billy and Stu were going to the East Coast…And you…Had no idea where you were going; if you were even going at all. All you knew was your already slashed friend group was falling apart and you couldn't stomach it.

"Hey…YN?"

You blinked, looking over to see Randy in the passenger seat while Stu sneaked some liquor from his parents house and you sat in the backseat.

"You still here? You look like you're a million miles away."

You gave a slight smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"...You sure?" He tentatively asked.

You forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'm cool. Really…Just-" You stretched with a groan. "Ready to go have fun in the woods I guess."

Randy smirked slightly. "Yeah because we just survived Halloween last year; let's go try to survive Friday the 13th next."

You sighed and leaned your head back on the seat. "Yeah…I still can't believe it happened. It's a shame Billy couldn't come with us."

"Not really…" Randy muttered.

You sat up in your seat, looking over at him. "Uh…Why?"

Randy looked towards Stu's front door to make sure you both were alone before looking at you and whispering. "I just…I know what Stu and Billy said but I swear, YN…Billy shot me and was coming over with the knife to finish the job." You went to chuckle, unsure what to say but Randy hissed out. "I'm serious!" Your smile dropped as he continued. "I mean, yes things are blurry for me after being shot and Dewey remembers fuck all nothing but…Something just isn't right! I know Billy is guilty."

You leaned over, risking touching Randy's hand and his gaze softened. Tatum swore you both would end up together telling you 'You could do so much better than a film geek who's foreplay is listing off the top nude scenes in cinema history.'...You disagreed but you were too chicken to just come right out and ask him especially after you knew how much he liked Sidney and now she was gone. The second he told you he got accepted into Windsor this early Summer; you backed off the idea completely.

"Then why not come out-"

Randy hissed out. "Yeah, and have Billy murder me next? I just come up mysterious offing myself off a bridge with a stab wound in my chest police are gonna ignore and say was self inflicted? I don't think so!"

"Randy, I know how you felt about Sidney but…It's been a year. We have to just accept that Neil did it and move on."

Randy gave you an exasperated sigh. "I know it seems like I'm not coping but you don't find it odd that both Stu and Billy were stabbed multiple times in the side? I mean, what type of plot armor is that? And why would Neil kill himself and his daughter at a party with other innocent teens if his motive really was him going crazy with grief?"

You opened your mouth then closed it…Not really sure of the answer yourself.

"I suspected Stu because he was such a lapdog to Billy. Still is…But I can't shake the feeling Billy Loomis is lying and Stu is covering for him. I mean, the dramatic way he was sobbing and screaming-"

"He just lost his girlfriend, Randy."

"Yeah but this was excessive it just…What motive sounds better? Teen boy riddled with angst, angry at his girlfriend not sleeping with him but her Mom slept with his Dad and probably was why his Mom split a few years ago and he's damaged from it beyond repair… Or an old man still upset at his wife's murder that could have just killed him and his daughter anytime at home suddenly going missing and just so happens to reappear to kill a bunch of teens for no reason at a party?"

You frowned. "...Billy's a good guy under it all, Randy. Why would he kill his friends and girlfriend?"

Randy shrugged. "How do we know Stu wasn't in on it?"

You scrunched your face. "What?"

"YN, Casey was Stu's ex and Tatum was Stu's girlfriend and it was at Stu's house and any kills related to Billy would make sense since they're best friends-"

"Randy." You sighed out, patting his hand. "Neil had evidence on the phone records…I don't understand it either but we gotta just accept it and move on."

Randy huffed but glanced at you patting his hand, his glare softening. "Yeah well, if you ask me I think it's a criminal getting away with murder."

"What is?" Stu chimed in, opening the door quickly.

Randy faltered before muttering. "Uh…O.J. Simpson case 2 years ago."

Stu chuckled. "Yeah that was crazy, had me hooked! Came home and watched it every single day." He glanced at your hand on Randy's and smirked. "Whatchya kids doing?…Getting cozy?"

You and Randy jerked your hands away as Randy faintly blushed, turning in his seat and mumbled. "Stu, did you get everything?"

"Yep. Got some fireball and mad dog."

Randy raised a brow. " I expected some fancy chardonnay or scotch."

Stu grinned. "Nah, these are my sister Leslie's…She's knocked up, what she don't know won't hurt her." He started the car.

"Yeah till all her liquor is missing after the baby arrives." You mused.

Stu backed up and smiled. "Nah man, she loves me. I'm the best lil bro ever."

You scoff with a smirk. "I highly fucking doubt that."

"Tskk. Girl, you're lucky it's our going away bash." Stu tsked out with a mock glare before he snickered. You frowned a little as you all drove.

It was near dark when you all finally settled in.

A small set of woods next to a creek with a small bonfire Stu started. He just had to carry a large log and groan loudly while dropping it, flexing his biceps on purpose while grinning at you…It wasn't that you weren't attracted to Stu you just knew how he was. He was hard to say no to but you also knew how much he tried cheating on Tatum. He's a damn dog and you didn't take him too seriously with his flirting.

Randy gave him an annoyed look. "Hey Arnold, how about you get small pieces that actually burn?"

Stu rolled his eyes but took the mad dog bottle with him. "Whatever. I guess the man's gotta do all the work while you girls sit at the fire…Be right back…Don't do any fooling around without me-" Stu winked before walking in the dark.

You and Randy both rolled your eyes as you bashfully chuckled. "G-God he's dumb sometimes."

Randy took a swig of the fireball and chuckled nervously. "No totally is…Like, a moron…"

You both sat at the small fire in silence as you hugged your legs. Randy noticed you shiver. "You cold? Here…Don't say I'm not chivalrous." He put his jacket over you as you smiled softly at him and thanked him.

You both sat in silence a moment longer, listening to the fire crackle before you told him. "So…Windsor."

"Yeah, it's far but it's got the best curriculum and all that…It's really far....Away from Woodsboro bullshit...Gonna be weird being so far away."

You frowned and stared at the fire before mumbling. "I'll miss you, ya know…"

Randy looked taken aback, quietly asking you. "...You will?"

You chug the fireball with a grunt and cough a bit before handing it back to him. "Of course I will. No more movie nights, no more cruising late at night, no more spending time together goofing off…I'm gonna miss your annoying ass, Randy."

"Yeah, you're way more annoying than me." Randy blushed a bit and smiled down at his feet. "Well…God, YN. I'm gonna miss you too, ya know. I just was scared it'd be too embarrassing to say it first…I really…Ya know…I like-"

You looked at him and smiled. "Do you like me?"

"Of course I like you, YN."

"I mean…REALLY like me?"

Randy got flustered, looking down and stumbling over his words. "I mean y-yeah but y-you know…It's not…I do really like you you're pretty and…Not that t-that's the only thing but-"

You felt the fireball whiskey you've all been sharing taking effect. Honestly, your throat burned from it and you weren't as cold. And…You might never see Randy again. You liked him even if he wasn't as conventional attractive as Billy or as smooth as Stu; you liked him. Maybe you were just being a hopeless romantic horny teen or or maybe you were just panicking over him leaving or maybe it was genuine but all you knew was that…If you didn't act now, it would never happen. Even if Randy went to the opposite end of the country and met a bunch of college girls and forgot about you…It was still something your tipsy mind felt inclined to do.

I smiled at him while he rambled. "Randy?"

He hummed in his throat with that bashful look on his face you were starting to enjoy.

"...Stop talking and kiss me." You softly told him with a smile.

"O-Oh?....Oohh." He smiled a goofy grin with a red face, his fair skin no match for the way you were flustering him. Honestly, your cheeks felt warm too and you weren't sure if that's the alcohol or your nerves talking.

You both slowly leaned forward and kissed. It was feather light and chaste before you both smiled and did it again a bit longer this time and before you knew it…He scooted closer to you and ran his hands up and down your shoulder through his jacket while your lips moved together. You hummed into the kiss as you just…God, what were you doing? You gently pulled him down by his shirt collar as he moaned softly against your mouth. Before your lips moved together a few minutes and…You soon groaned lightly as you felt his tongue tentatively run across your lips before you met his tongue as well…Both of you making out in the woods next to a bonfire…It wasn't unheard of or anything. You both were 19 and you both clearly had feelings for each other or at least attraction …You felt like you should stop and think but you couldn't. Your body was warm and tingly, Randy was moaning and moving his lips so slow and tentative across your mouth, his tongue was shyly exploring you…You can tell he didn't kiss like this often but you didn't care either. If anything? It made you want to keep going. To let this be a fun first of many things before he left.

You experimentally rubbed your tongue in firm circles against his and he groaned softly. His tongue is getting more erratic. Not rough but less controlled as his hands started trailing up your leg. You bit his lip slightly and he sounded out your name. Just hearing that made you heat up…God, it's like you couldn't control yourself! You weren't drunk but the tiny bit of liquid courage and hormonal lust and the romanticism of being in the woods next to a crackling fire and knowing he was leaving for god knows how long. You gripped his hair and kissed him more passionately with a louder moan against his mouth. Both of you made out as he ran his hand up to your thigh and you just…Instinctively opened your thighs. God you just had to wear something that showed this much skin. His hand eagerly yet nervously up and down your thigh gripping and rubbing while trailing to your hips as you massaged your tongue with his.

Then he did something that made you whine in your throat. Roughly massaging your hips and biting your lip. He quickly stopped pulling away with concern. "Shit…Oh shit, did I hurt you? I'm sorry-" He breathlessly huffed out.

You furiously shook your head and dragged him back to your mouth. "No, do it again-" Both of your tongues meeting once more as your thigh hitches around his hip to pull him closer. This was getting out of control. This was so sudden and crazy and you were almost scared what this would do to your friendship but then you remembered all 3 of them Billy, Stu and Randy leave in a week or less and those cares go out the window. Hell, you might leave Woodsboro and they might never come back and you might never seen them again.

You trusted Randy, you felt safe with Randy, you felt…Damn turned on with how his thumb was subconsciously caressing your pelvic bone.

"Randy." You pant out as he just kept kissing you rougher than before. Like you turned him on as much as he turned you on. Like he was glued at the hip to you and couldn't possibly escape. You lightly pushed him up to talk. His eyes searched to make sure you were enjoying this as he sweetly stopped the second you asked…Oh…Oh you knew. He was it. If it was happening, it was happening right fucking now and you just had to act on it before you chickened out. "Randy…I want to."

Randy raised a brow blinking repeatedly as if he hadn't heard you right as he stammered. "W-What? Want??..."

" Randy…Sex." Your face warmed as you smiled at him. "You don't have to."

He hesitated. "I know I'm being a dork but why?"

You sheepishly smirked and stumbled out. "W-Well...Listen, we both like each other. We both feel good right now and Stu hasn't came back in minutes doing god knows what and hopefully he gives us privacy. And…I might not see you for a long while."

Randy couldn't get any redder but his eyes hooded a bit while he swallowed. "Are…Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Hurry before he does come back. There's no one I trust like you and this is perfect right now." You admitted with a shy smile.

You saw Randy look at you fondly. The look in itself made you feel butterflies as he went back to kissing you. Getting more adventurous as his one hand squeezed your thigh and the other played with your chest through your shirt. You grunted and quickly started getting rid of any fabric on your lower body as Randy's hands shook undoing his belt and zipper. Both of you excited and nervous and just eager to do something like this.

"Are you positive? Are you drunk or-"

You cupped his face. "I'm not any more tipsy than you are. Don't hesitate on my part...Do you want this?"

He eagerly nodded with a groan as he nervously positioned himself near your entrance. You were wet enough for him to slide in if he pushed. He kept his tip there and groaned out. "I'm asking...Because I never thought in a million years a girl like you would do this with me."

"Randy, put it in." You encouraged him with a bite of your lip. You hummed in your throat as you felt him push in. He wasn't long or too girthy. In fact, he felt slightly bigger than if a few fingers were in you…But for how nervous you both were and how quick this had to be? It was the perfect size. He hesitantly moved in you and groaned while you huffed a bit. You nodded your head when he looked at you and he did it again. And again. His hips slowly found a rhythm as he seemed to curve into your g spot every so often. You softly whined as you reached up to kiss him. Feeling heat all over and those feel good tingling sensation shoot from your g spot deep into your core with those certain strokes.

"Up a bit. Angle your hips upward." You instructed with a smile and bite of your lip.

"Like this?" Randy's eyes were hooded as his mouth parted. He angled his hips to roll up and you moaned a bit.

"Just like that…Just like that, Randy…Oh." You softly moaned as you felt yourself get more turned on with each stroke. "Faster…" You became painfully aware after a few moments that Stu could come back and you both could be interrupted. "Yes, Randy…Yes." You softly sighed out as he picked up the pace and you moaned a bit. Feeling your hips move with him. His dick rubbing against a very nice spot thanks to him listening to you.

"Oh YN…Oh shit, YN…You feel so good." Randy whimpered out a bit as you could tell he was getting close.

You kissed him and in between kisses. "Not yet…Please I'm close not yet-" You whined as you tried focusing on the pleasure of it all. Being with Randy like this, the memory of it going to seal into your brain forever at how close your feeling to him and how good he was making you feel even for a first time and even if you didn't cum.

Another few moments went by and you swore you were on the edge as Randy looked like he was really trying to hold out for you…All before you heard a whistle.

You both froze, stopped moving completely. Stu's annoying voice ringing out. "No fucking way! God damn, I leave for 10 minutes and you're both fucking in the woods?! YN…Damn girl, I didn't know you got down like that and with Ray?" Stu laughed out while sticking out his tongue.

Randy pulled out so quick it was almost painful as he covered himself and you tried shoving your legs together as Stu walked closer.

Randy was so red faced with a glare as he breathlessly snapped. "You were probably fucking watching us and just waiting to ruin it, perv!"

Stu chuckled but kept walking closer. "Maybe…It was kind of hot…Well, YN was…" You quickly tried to get your clothes over your wet and throbbing between your legs with how close you were to cumming before Stu squatted down and whispered to you. "Hey, babygirl. Shhh…Calm down…You enjoyed that, didn't you?" He smiled at you.

You felt mortified. You were started to wonder if Stu was a fucking sadist with how much joy he got in spoiling these sort of things. He couldn't wait 2 more minutes, if that?!

Stu touched your knee and Randy protectively shoved it away. "Hey man, what the fuck are you doing?!"

"Relax!" Stu drew out. "Relax baby…You look like you had fun…Do you feel good?" Stu gently pushed your chin up with his hand and you felt your head spinning.

Stu smiled down at you and your eyes couldn't help seeing the bulge in his jeans. A big ass fucking bulge. Your mouth dried and you screamed at yourself this was wrong to Randy and this was fucked up and this was all going too far but Stu gently pushed your chin up to look at him. "You're beautiful, baby…Had me so damn hard watching you.... Did Randy make your pussy feel good, honey?" He cooed softly.

You couldn't even answer that! The way Stu was looking at you and his voice dripping those words…His frame and his tent in his pants. This was nuts…Oh god this was nuts but fuck you were losing what little resolve you had.

Randy shoved him as Stu fell back on his ass with a grin. "Hey! Enough!" Randy snapped out.

Stu smirked at you as he leaned back. His bulge looked even bigger as you saw his muscles in his arms and that flirty grin on his face. He stuck out his long thick tongue jokingly like he did and your clit jolted on its own. You couldn't deny his appeal or charming words while he was looking at you.

"Is it enough, Ray?...I don't think it is." He crawled towards you and your chest heaved up and down with every eager breath. "I think…She is very, very unsatisfied. I think she needs a little more…Don't you baby?" He crawled over to you and before Randy could react. He kissed you.

Stu was so passionate and eager compared to Randy. His tongue demanded to go in your mouth as he gripped your head and ran firm but slow movements along your teeth and tongue all before sucking on your tongue a bit. He released you, teeth grazing your lower lip with a chuckle as you were in a daze looking at him.

Randy went to fight or flight, you weren't sure which before Stu held up a hand. "Now hold on here, man! Why don't we all have fun? It's just us three in the woods. We're all going to separate college's. You didn't shoot your load…She's hot and bothered...I'm horny myself…Why not?"

Stu gazed at you lustfully and you felt down right out submissive and shy in the best way with him. It was like night and day between him and Randy but you were so turned on and tipsy and Stu was making good points.

You knew it wasn't a good idea…But fuck it.

"...Okay."

Randy's eyes widened at you. "Okay!?" He seemed hurt.

"Only if you're okay with it, Randy!" You quickly saved, looking up at him. "Stu's right, we're all going to college soon at least you both are. And so far away and we're all kind of turned on and it's…It's whatever you want."

Randy seemed completely torn and you couldn't blame him. You were too.

Stu sighed. "Come on, man! Look, it's a one time thing and even though most girls can't get enough of me once I lay down the pipe-" He rolled his eyes. "I'm sure she'll probably meet you on break every semester to tickle your gerkin, alright? I ain't stealing her or nothin and it'll be fun…Actually never had a threesome before."

Randy still seemed conflicted till Stu just put his hand in between your legs. You yelped in surprise before he started rubbing the softest circles right above your clit on the hood. It made it feel good but ache for more at the same time as you just couldn't contain the tiny moan that came out as he whispered in your ear. "That's a good girl…You like that, don't you?"

He looked at Randy while he still played with you. His thick long fingers sliding down both lips on either side; up and down. Getting the blood flow circulating as you just naturally opened your legs with a soft groan. Your pussy on full display to Randy as he gulped and stared.

"See? You really wanna leave her like this? She's so damn willing and ready, man. Don't you wanna take turns getting dirty in the woods with such a dirty little girl we got here?" He teased you as he kissed your neck and his fingers rubbed over your clit. You moaned louder with your head falling back as Stu's fingers rubbed rougher than you liked but with how turned on you were it just felt good.

Before you knew it, Stu put both hands on your thighs and slowly pushed them open. "Easy, baby, Easy, easy…Let me show you a good time, babe." He whispered to you as you saw Randy watch with a bite of his lip.

You nodded as you let Stu separate your thighs and being the sadist he was. He just stared at your pussy for as long as it made you self conscious…All before taking his fingers and barely touching your clit with the back of them. Tilting his head and smirking as you squirmed a bit.

"Someone's a little eager slut tonight."

"Stu just!-...Do something!" You groaned out in annoyance. This was already surreal and he was making you have second thoughts teasing like this.

"Alright, alright…She's a bossy slut too." He mocked while unzipping himself. Your eyes bulged at how big he was. He was 6'4 and lean so it shouldn't be a shock but compared to Randy? It made you a bit nervous. He smiled at you. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make it fit…You'll be so sloppy wet for me. It'll slide right in that hot little pussy like butter, babygirl."

You felt heat in your core at how he looked at you and talked to you. Jesus Christ.

He laughed. "Damn, Randy! She's bone dry-" Stu spit right on your pussy. "You suck, man."

You went to roll your eyes and argue he was full of shit and Randy had you wet. Not dripping but wet…But everything died in your throat when you felt a hot wet tongue swipe that spit over your inner lips. You couldn't help gasping loudly. Stu just did what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted with such vulgar passion. He didn't hesitate anything as he just dove right into eating you out.

You cried out louder than you intended as his tongue started lapping slowly but firm over your aching clit. Rolling that long hot tongue over and over. The whimpers and moans just spilled out of you as Stu eagerly licked your pussy. His tongue was just as flexible as it was long as he made all kinds of wet noises with his mouth as he licked and sucked at your clit. Sucking while doing fast licking motions had your hips bucking a bit.

You were in your own world right now. You didn't know anything but how Stu was making you feel with how eager he was.

You spared a glance at Randy to see him roughly palming himself through his pants with a bite of his lip. Just that sight turned you on beyond repair. All of this did! In fact, you were shocked how quickly you came. It took half the amount of time it did for you normally as you cried out and grabbed Stu's head. Your hips bouncing against him involuntarily before just laying there spasming. You tried squirming away as Stu smirked against your folds, continuing his assault on your sensitive clit even after the orgasm.

"Stu! S-Shit, noooo-oooohh." You moaned out even if that 'no' didn't have as much force as it should have.

"Hey, she's done." Randy told Stu with a glare. Clearly both jealous and bitter yet turned on at the same time.

Stu rolled his eyes and pulled away, purposely wiping your wetness off his chin in front of you. "Finnnee…I got her soaked anyways. Think she's ready to take all this-" He sat up and held the base of his dick. It was at least 7 to 8 inches long and thicker than you thought. You couldn't tell if it was as thick as Randy or slightly more but it was a sight for sure.

Randy looked at you. "YN, you don't have to do this-"

"Man, shut up!" Stu barked out before scoffing. "If she didn't want it, she'd say it…Ain't that right, YN? Come on, Sweetcheeks. I kinda want you to beg for it anyways-" Stu leveled his cockhead at your wet entrance and you quivered a bit. "Go on. Beg."

You were tongue tied before he slid it up between your folds. The wet shlicking noises just as loud as the fire crackling as his tip met your clit and he just rubbed his length up and down between your wet lips.

"Beg for it." He demanded again.

"I-I want it." You forced out with a swallow.

"You can beg better than that, girl. Tell me what a filthy slut you are."

Randy glared at Stu but you were so horny and him talking to you like that was something you didn't know you needed but now you did!

"I'm a slut for it…I want it." You mumbled as Randy's eyes widened.

Stu stared down at you. His gaze dark and his eyes transfixed on you as he tapped his cock in his hand against your clit. "What are you a slut for?"

"For…Wanting you to fuck me in the woods in front of Randy." It sounded so wrong but it just came out.

Stu smirked. "Are you my slut?"

That you faltered on and he barely stuck it in. That tiny little burn no matter how wet you were both annoyed you and made you crazy. It was mildly uncomfortable but made you ache for it.

"Are you…My…Slut?" He demanded.

"God damn it, Stu! Fine! I'm your filthy slut, okay?!" You hissed out eagerly looking down.

Stu giggled a bit and stuck his tongue out. "Man, I just asked for slut but now you're a filthy one? Yeah, you are. You're a filthy girl. A dirty, filthy, slutty girl and you're all mine…And now Ray gets to watch how I fuck my girls pussy."

He slid in faster than he needed to and you openly him. "Stop!"

Stu rolled his eyes but didn't slam back in again. "Yeah, I know I got a lot of manhood to take…Don't worry, you'll get used to it." He barely moved his hips upward and between the stretch and the motion you didn't know whether to cry or moan.

Stu whistled at Randy. "Hey, you just gonna let her be in pain here? Come on, boy wonder. Rub her clit."

You didn't want it to stop but your body was having a hard time getting used to the stretch. You bit your lip and cringed and before you knew it, Randy was on his knees and his hand was between your legs. You sighed as he rubbed tiny firm circles on your clit.

Stu whispered huskily. "Atta girl…Easy easy…Her pussy just took another inch of me on its own. Keep rubbing her, Ray."

Randy retorted as he spread some of your wetness over your clit and moved it around the hardened bud. "I'm shocked you know what a clit is. Figured you hit it like a caveman and split before the girl can even put her panties back on."

Stu grabbed your ankles in his hands and started moving in you. "Man, screw you. You're the fucking virgin…Was…How do you know what a clit is?"

"Anatomy books and uh…Look, the video store gets boring and we got porno's to stock." Randy rubbed those circles on your clit with his long but soft fingers. "How you feeling YN?"

You moaned softly with each trust. "Good. Faster." You closed your eyes and tried to just focus on how thick Stu was, how he filled you up and seemed to touch every nerve, how Randy's fingers felt.

Stu smirked. "You heard her, man. Faster." And before you knew it, Stu let go of your ankles and shoved your knees back instead, putting his full weight on your thighs as he started pumping in and out of you. He wasn't hard but it was a steady, fast and steady rhythm that made your leg shake.

"FUCK!" You cried out, moaning louder as Randy picked up the pace and bit his lip while he watched you.

Stu jerked your shirt and ordered Randy. "Help out a little, man! Undo her bra and play with her tits. I wanna see them bounce a bit. God knows you never felt those before. Probably gonna tweak the nipple like a radio knob." Stu chuckled in between huffs as he thrusted in you.

Randy blushed and shoved your bra up to show your breast. "Bite me." Randy retorted while one hand circled your nipple and the other circled your clit at the same rhythm.

"Jesus Christ, man. Pinch it, pull it, rub it harder. She needs to cum. She's desperate for it."

Randy hesitated before gently pulling one of your nipples while rubbing your clit faster and you felt your head roll back with a moan.

"Yeah man, keep playing with those. She loves it." Stu talked like you weren't a person. Like you were a toy and somehow that turned you on more.

Then, he hit a spot that had you jolt and a wave of hot pleasure course through you. It was past your g spot and near your cervix you couldn't tell if it was behind or below or what but you just knew it was an area you couldn't reach with fingers but the way he positioned you had him hitting that A spot. It should hurt but instead it almost felt like a mini orgasm course through you but not quite. It was...Fucking amazing!

Stu and Randy saw your reaction and gave you a curious look. Stu slowly rolled his hips so he pressed against that spot again and your back arched. Stu got a wicked grin on his face as he started pumping into you there in those deep long strokes. "I think I found a sweet spot, huh Sweetcheeks?"

You moaned high pitched as you felt that heat pooling in you. Randy kept playing with your clit and nipples with a strained turned on expression.

Stu giggled. "I know Randy's probably a cuck on the low but damn girl you're selfish. You aren't gonna offer him a hand or anything?"

The idea of getting Randy off turned you on and honestly felt right with how he was pleasuring you. Everything was ecstasy right now as you tried to hastily undo his pants while Stu kept bouncing your body while thrusting in you. Randy quickly helped you, all of you breathing heavily and moaning or grunting. You grasped Randy and started pumping him quickly. You were so close and so fucking turned on you couldn't imagine going slow. He didn't seem to mind, moaning deeply as he kept massaging your clit and Stu held you down; pounding against that deep spot that felt addictive.

This lasted another few moments before Stu started grunting and going a bit faster. And that's all it took. Him pounding that wonderful spot and your g spot every other thrust while holding you down, Randy rubbing your clit and roughly palming your breast, you jerking Randy off and hearing him moan and whimper. You came undone almost screaming. Stu clamped his hand over your mouth and pounded. "That's right, baby. Cum on my cock! Take this shit, babygirl...Good girl. That's a good girl, cum for me."

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he made you ride it out. Your kegel muscles sucking and squeezing on him involuntarily as he dragged himself out of you and quickly started jerking his cock off. It was just seconds before Stu groaned and hot spurts of his cum splashed onto your stomach. He let go of your mouth as Randy stopped moving on your clit. Closing his eyes and whining as you pumped him still.

"Shit…Shit-" Stu laughed out breathlessly. "That was a close call, man…God damn, YN…" He groaned out before looking at Randy with a smile.

Randy hadn't came yet, huffing and trying as you jerked him off.

Stu being the talker he was told you. "Give the man some release. Let him cum on your tits, babe. It's gonna be the only pair he'll ever get."

You nodded, almost smiling at the idea as you saw how desperate Randy was. "It's okay, Randy. Go ahead. I want you to cum...Cum for me, Randy."

Stu chimed in. "See? She gave you the A okay, my guy-"

"Stu, I'd cum faster if you would shut up." Randy grumbled with furrowed eyebrows.

Stu snickered to himself.

You decided to help Randy a bit. Moving your hand up and down his thigh through his jeans while encouraging him. "That's it Randy...That's it, cum for me...You're doing good." It took just a few moments before Randy's body stiffened and a low groan escaped him and he came on you.

You didn't even care. You were exhausted and on cloud nine as you all just stayed there a moment before Stu bent down and licked his own cum off your belly. You just sighed and tried to calm down a bit. Praying he didn't lick between your legs again because a part of you was too sensitive and another part knew you wouldn't be able to say no.

Stu wiped his mouth. "I'll clean mine but I am not cleaning Ray's. That's gay."

You couldn't help chuckling as Randy rolled his eyes and offered you a napkin. He almost went to clean you off but saw your breast and faltered a bit. Sheepishly handing it to you to clean off yourself while he looked away a bit. The realization of post nut clarity hitting him and maybe you? But Stu seemed unashamed as hell.

Stu finally zipped himself up. "So, are we doing this again?"

You cringed. "Stu I don't know this was like a one time thing so...Maybe later? All I know is we are NEVER letting this get out."

"Aw, where's the fun in that?"

Randy coughed and looked away as he mumbled at Stu. "Seriously man, what happens in the woods stays in the woods."

Stu rolled his eyes with a smirk. "You prudes. It was fun! Not my fault Randy was a cuck and YN is a bit of a kinkier girl than what she wants to say-" He got up. "Okay, Imma take a leak. You guys better not do anything without me…AGAIN."

You and Randy both sat there awkwardly smiling and trying to form the words for what happened and what this meant going forward.

Meanwhile, Stu quickly rushed a ways away from the bonfire with a wicked grin on his face. Pulling out his flip phone he just got that had really become smaller than the cellular he and Billy used last year.

He giggled as he typed up Billy's number. Randy just was desperate for female attention especially after they murdered Sid, Stu liked you but he also just liked sex and anyone giving him attention if he was being honest but Billy? He genuinely had a crush on you for years but you never realized it. Stu knew Billy would probably kick his ass but it was worth it.

"Hey Billy boy…Guess what I juusstt diiid…And with who."

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Dating Sydney and Tatum would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- In a perfect world, Sydney and Tatum would have dated each other instead of galivanting around with their murderous lavender marriage boyfriends, so it's really not that hard to imagine them in a poly relationship.

- They’re likely already dating by the time you come into the picture, and you might also be dating someone as well; whether that someone is a girl or a boy. Regardless of their gender, Tatum and Sydney undoubtedly annoy the shit out of them, mainly because he/she immediately picks up on the fact that your overly supportive best friends are definitely into you and have ulterior motives; i.e. making you their unicorn.

- Though Sydney respects your current relationship; Tatum not so much, they both have a tendency to accidentally upstage your gf/bf in every given scenario. They’re out the door the minute you call to ask for a ride, they’re the ones that take you to the hospital/nurses office whenever you’re hurt, they make plans with you before your partner even knows you’re free, they buy you the exact birthday present you were hoping for instead of the generic jewelry your partner gets you, etc, etc, etc.

- Though you don’t believe they’re purposefully trying to meddle in your relationship, you can see why your gf/bf would be annoyed by them. You’re not blind to the fact that the two girls take up a lot of your time, that they can be a little pushy and that they make themselves; a little too, comfortable in your day to day life. When you go on double dates, it feels more like your partner is third wheeling. When you’re hanging out alone with your gf/bf, they have a tendency to crash your plans. When you’re spending time with Tatum, she has a tendency to jokingly flirt with and/or tease you about your partner.

- And though it might be easier to play dumb or shift the blame to someone else, you’re also not blind to the fact that you allow them to hog you. You know that you should set more boundaries with them, but you just don’t have it in you. You don’t want things to change between the three of you: you don’t want to spend less time with them, you don’t want to tell them to stop caring about you so much, you don’t want Tatum to stop being affectionate with you, you don’t want any of it.

- So when your partner inevitably gives you the foreseeable ultimatum; choosing between them and your two best friends, your choice is easy. You choose the same thing in every timeline, in every lifetime, in every universe. You choose your girls.

- Living in a small town means never being away from prying eyes. This concept usually pertains to nosey neighbors, but since both of your girlfriends are involved in an ongoing murder case, not only do you have to worry about judgemental Woodsboro citizens, you also have to worry about parasitic and invasive journalists. None of you want your sexualities blasted across a million different tabloids and newspaper articles, so you try to keep your relationship a bit of a secret….

- That doesn’t stop Tatum from being clingy, walking around with her arms around both of your shoulders/waists or holding your hands; she’d definitely be the reason for any rumors that spread about the three of you. Sydney is naturally less affectionate. She’s not cold, she’s just not prone to constantly touching you like Tatum is. Because of this, whenever she boldly grabs you and/or Tatum it always catches the two of you off guard.

- The three of you typically stick to pecks on the lips whenever you want to kiss each other. It’s not because you like them best, but because both of your girlfriends wear makeup and you don't want to deal with pesky lipstick stains while you’re trying to go about your day.

- Kisses with Tatum get a bit steamy: they usually end up as makeout sessions that are passionate, and slow, and lingering. Sydney’s kisses are a little more inexperienced: she’s not totally virginal but she has a tendency to be more chaste, kissing you sweetly and sometimes a little clumsily. She has more of a “time and place” mindset, so she’s less likely to engage in the risky kisses that Tatum likes to engage in; i.e. kissing you in places where people can easily walk in on or see you.

- Cuddle piles and cat naps. Tatum sleeps on her back with her head on your arm and Sydney sleeps on her stomach literally on top of the two of you; though things can occasionally change depending on the amount of bed space.

- One of your girlfriends has an entire extra bed in her bedroom and the other has the house to herself nearly every other week, so weekly sleepovers have become sort of become routine for the three of you. You go to each other’s houses so often that it practically feels like you’re living with each other.

- They take turns sitting in your lap whenever it’s unoccupied. A lot of the time, the three of you sit together in a big jumble of limbs: someone’s leg on someone else’s, head on another persons shoulder, hand on someone’s thigh, etc. Sometimes it’s hard to tell where one girlfriend starts and another one ends.

- Tatum uses pet names constantly. Sometimes it’s just because while other times she does it with the express purpose of annoying you. She’s the type of girl who constantly calls you babe, but also exaggeratedly calls you snookums or pumpkin just to see you roll your eyes. Sydney might throw a “honey” in here or there but she usually just calls you by your given name or a shortened version of it. Tatum loves getting called pet names while Sydney simply doesn’t mind.

- Affectionate abuse. Tatum has a habit of punching people she likes.

- Tatum loves dragging you around for childish fun: toy shops, carnivals, trips down nostalgia lane. She wants to play mermaids in the pool, she wants to have water fights, wants to watch Disney movies, wants to play dress up, wants to spend five dollars getting gumball machine toys, etc. It’s hard not to indulge her when she gets so earnestly excited about something.

- You have an extrovert and an introvert to choose from in literally any situation that you find yourself in. While Tatum; the extrovert, will undoubtedly try to drag you to any party that she can, Sydney will prefer to just stay at home, favoring a quiet night on her couch over a loud and oftentimes obnoxious beer bash. That being said: both of you are suckers for Tatum’s puppy eyes and “for me?”’s.

- Tv/movie dates with Sydney. Whenever she’s home alone and Tatum isn’t free, you always come over with some new rentals and snacks, settling down on her couch and tuning in to whatever you’re in the mood to watch.

- Going shopping together; regardless of what you’re actually shopping for. Doesn’t matter if it’s a three minute grab and go kind of trip to the convenience store or an hour long errand run, they always insist on coming with you and they’re always in a good mood whenever they do; no pointed sighs or eye rolls in sight.

- Sydney has a green thumb while Tatum can’t keep flowers alive to save her life, so you can make things easy for yourself and get Tatum a bouquet and Sydney a potted plant whenever anniversary’s or special occasions roll around.

- Getting matching stuffed animals.

- Sharing clothes. Both your girlfriends have a collection of clothing that ranges from comfortably oversized to purposefully tight, so you can easily borrow things out of their closets whenever you happen to stay the night. On that same note: don't be surprised if you find some of your own clothing stolen and sitting in one of their dresser drawers after they come over for a visit.

- Always going to the bathroom together. Though your inseparable nature makes the three of you act like magnets no matter where you go, public bathrooms make your buddy system work overtime. Doesn’t matter if one of you just needs to pee or fix your hair really quickly; something that would take you minutes to do on your own, you all end up in front of a mirror or in a stall regardless of who initiated the impromptu break.

- Sydney always remembers the things that you talk about, and she’ll go out of her way to buy you whatever she remembers you telling them about. You mentioned that new movie so I rented it, I saw these snacks and thought of you, that book you were talking about was at the bookstore so I grabbed it for you, etc. It’s kind of her love language.

- Tatum always knows the latest gossip that’s going around town and can talk your ear off about a million different rumors all at once. She loves hearing the tea so feel free to spill it to her whenever you want.

- Tatum driving all of you around.

- Sydney burns CDs/makes mixtapes for the three of you.

- Sydney likes nature walks/walks around the neighborhood, and since Tatum isn't much of a hiker, she'd love for you to join her whenever you felt like it.

- Your cycles probably link up, but you’re likely the only one who has an actual reaction to them. Sydney gives off the vibes of those girls who run marathons while on their period and Tatum gives off the vibes of a girl who has three days of light bleeding with little to no cramping. Regardless, they’ll laze around with you and/or take care of you if your period is particularly bad.

- Sydney is a little more minimalistic so while Tatum definitely has picture after picture of you plastered on her locker and/or on her bedroom walls, it’s easy to miss. It feels more sentimental when you look at Sidney’s locker and see just a picture of you and Tatum hanging up or when you look at her bedside/computer desk and see a framed photo of the three of you.

- Realistically, all three of you collect a number of scars over the years; whether ghostface related or not, so you all have to learn to love them as much as you love the person attached to them. Tatum calls scars “bitchin’”, keeping the mood light and humorous even in the worst situations, and Sydney kisses or thumbs over them apologetically or just plain sweetly whenever she can.

- You could probably gather it from the meeting scenario but the two of them are the epitome of ‘ride or die’. They always show up the minute something happens, always ready to comfort you, support you, stand up for you, etc. Tatum’s had practice with Sydney, and Sydney’s had firsthand experience so she knows what a person might want/need while going through trauma/hardship.

- Tatums family is naturally really supportive: they’re the type of family who sees nothing wrong with the three of you dating from the start. Sydney’s dad is supportive as well: partly because he’s not willing to lose the last of his family over something so trivial and partly because his daughter can’t get knocked up by a girl so it’s actually kind of a win for him. If your parents weren’t supportive, the Riley’s would let you stay with them and you’d take up residence in the spare bed in Tatums room.

- Tatum has a bit of a jealousy streak. She’s much more confrontational with you, more passive aggressive, and more quick to meanly tell people to buzz off whenever they’re getting on her nerves. Sydney is usually a little more subdued: a little more understanding and/or insecure in comparison. Sydney will be the one to casually bust you out of an awkward situation or genuinely ask you if you like someone else; to which Tatum usually responds with “of course she doesn’t, have you seen them”.

- Tatum is definitely more bark than bite while Sydney is more bite than bark. They’re both very protective of you, with Tatum being quick to interject, insult, and accuse people, while Sydney hangs back and glares dagger at whoever they’re upset with; and maybe throws a punch. That being said, they love when you stand up for yourself, always making a point of praising and reassuring you whenever you do.

- Tag teaming protecting Sydney and keeping her away from any nonsense; you and Tatum both take turns being her body guard. On that same note: Tatum probably preemptively signs you up for self defense classes and drags you to them after school. You’d honestly think that Tatum was the older sibling in her family with the way that she acts.

- Speaking of family: you’ve sort of got the whole police force on your side if you happen to have any serious issues. ACAB doesn’t include deputy Dewey.

- You guys really don’t fight very often: you’re all just very understanding of each other. Tatums a bit of a firecracker but she cools just as quickly and she apologizes whenever she has a bit of a bitchfit. Neither of them mean to ruin things and they feel really guilty when they act irrationally. It’s why you try your best to discuss things like grownups and ditch the immaturity.

- They’re both quick to apologize whenever they’re in the wrong and they’re also quick to accept apologies whenever you’re in the wrong so things gets resolved pretty easily.

- Tatum says “I love you” very easily and very often while Sydney usually says it in response to someone else saying it or waits for special moments to say it herself.

- The three of you have been through so much and love each other so much that none of you can imagine a life where you’re not all together. No matter where you go or what you do, you’re doing it hand in hand….

[prairleedog]

back on my scream shit :3

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Stu <3 ( LITERLLY ME I LOVE HIM SM )

Ler -

Bastard. Absolute bastard. Will smile at you ( like in the gif presented for billy ) while he's getting you

Teams up constantly, as in if he wants to, he'll bring Billy in and you get tag teamed!! It's terrifying

Grew his nails out just a little longer and had Tatum sharpen them so they'd be worse ( it worked, ask randy. )

Will literally pick you up and throw you over his shoulder ( like in that one scene where he picked Tatum up ) and will tickle the fuck out of you!! If you aren't flushed red, what's the point :3

Absolute master at raspberries, to the point where it's like deadly ( not literally ) :33 you will be screaming btw !!! <3 also big fan of tickle games

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Lee -

He really likes to be bitchy but when it's his turn he CANNOT take it

He's a kicker :3 one time billy was getting him and he kicked the poor guy in the nose ( surprisingly didn't break it ) but billy was pissed

Scream-laugher !! :3

Has two very specific spots that like?? Activate the ticklishness :3 and it's genuinely funny watching him get all frantic and giggly

When he starts laughing his dimples come out more prominently and it's the cutest shit ever ( only billy has ever lived to tell the tale of. how adorable it is )

Spots; top 5 worst || Sides of tummy, back, knees, jaw, ribs (honorable mention for underarms and neck)

BILLY!!!! ( the silliest boy )

Ler -

Scary. Scarier than Stu. He has this certain look in his eyes and that's how you know you're getting it AND you fucked up :3 it's usually just him narrowing his eyes and/or glaring at you

Has been the only one to successfully get stu a few times, and he brings it up whenever he can to make him mad ( it works )

Teases his lee to absolutely no end, and usually goes for the kill first depending on how upset he is

gets sporadic let moods. Basically his system is; whoever is closest to him is getting demolished with tickles :3

SOMETIMES ( if ur lucky ) he's playful but other times he's a terrifying ruthless monster

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Lee -

Better at concealing it than Stu, it takes some time to get him laughing but once you do it's really worth it :3

If you thought Stu was bad wait til you try getting billy cause oh my GOLLY he is a WRESTLER his ass does anything to get out of a few tickles

Has laughter that goes from ?? Pretentious asshole to squeaky mess <3 he's a silly goober

Curled up and rolls around like a loser to get you off of him ( it only worked once ).

calls you the most devious names in the book although it only gets him tickled worse :3

Spots; top 5 worst | hips, thighs, lower set of ribs specifically, neck, shins

RANDY!!! ( dickhead )

Ler -

Smartass if he DOES ler; not all that scary though, he's more annoying

Would poke you in the side and then run away

Likes to make all the little obvious comments; probably also does the weird claw hands things

“ awhh! You're laughing! That's sweet. I never knew I was so funny! ”

Def laughs with his lee, just cos he finds their expressions funny ( he brings it up whenever he can in front of people; knowing full well he's gonna get ruined for it ).

Does the “kitchykitchykoo” thing and it's SO mean hes such an asshole omg

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Lee -

Oh gee oh golly oh gosh he's so lee

screams and kicks and fucking WAILS

Police were called one time cos he was screaming; so those officer Dewey kicked the door down to see Randy getting tag-teamed by Stu and Billy ( genuinely really funny )

He's a full-blown drama queen; poking him in the side results in him telling Sidney to tell you to knock it off

Cannot sit through tickle scenes, makes up a bullshit excuse to leave the room every time one comes on :3 Stu frequently takes advantage of this

makes half-assed threats while he's getting wrecked :3 it usually comes out as inaudible mutations of words like “nutfuck” (nutcase+fuck)

Spots; top 5 worst | underarms, ribs, ears, knees, tum

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FINISHED :3 sorry if these are garbage chat

[baby-alien11]

Variety Nepo Babies on Nepo Babies (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

First of all, I have to give credits to @gabbylovesreading and @nikfigueiredo because they were the first I told this idea and the other one, and they also gave ideas that became reallity, so I have to give them their flowers

taglist (open): @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @camiesully @ethanlandryluver @nowitsmissing @aliciacat20 @gabbylovesreading @nikfigueiredo @itsaaliyah2

a/n: set between the Suzuka and Shangai GP

When Variety came to you to the idea of the first Nepo Babies encounter at the same style of the Actors on Actors you were surprised because you thought they would go with more famous nepo babies, but when they told you that they wanted to go with emerging and not so looked people you liked the idea

And because they wanted to do it a bit different than the Actors on Actors, a small activity of exchanging gifts with the person you're paired was going to be held, so when they told you who you'd be paired with, you went hands on to make a good and homemade present, specially because you were a fan of them

When the day of the interview arrived, you picked your own outfit, which was a mint long sleeve corset top, a black Prada skirt, black heels, with your initial necklace, star earrings, golden rings, your nails painted black, your hair in a high bun, glittery eyeshadow and gloss, and also prepearing your bag with your things for the day and the gift box

"Well, sweet baby Tatum, wish me luck", you sighed looking at your cat, who was no longer a small tiny baby, who was cuddling in your cherry blossom pillow even though her shark bed was next to it, "I can't believe I'm meeting one of my favorite drivers today, I wish I could take you with me"

Taking your things, you went downstairs and to where your car was parked to put everything in the back, before approaching the garage where your dad was working on pieces of furniture for your brother

"Hey dad", you called him at what he stopped what was he doing

"Hey tornado, you look good, love the outfit"

"Thank you, I just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving for the interview, and Tatum already had her breakfast, in case she asks for more"

"Her next meal would be until lunch, don't worry", Skeet laughed, "By the way, if it's possible, can you ask for a Logan Sargeant autograph?"

"I'll do my best", you laughed

Taking advantage of the nice weather of LA, you debated to go without the roof but then you thought that for the sake of your hair the best option was with the roof on

Almost at the middle of the road, your phone that was connected to the car started to ring with a call from Jack, at what you pressed the green button

"Hey babe", you exclaimed, "How's filming?"

"Hey gorgeous, it's going great", Jack responded, "They're asking when you're returning to the set"

"If I don't need to go to Variety tomorrow, then it is"

"Are you going to the interview right now?"

"Yeah, I'm excited and nervous, this is like the second formal-in a set interview that I'm doing, and with one of my favorite drivers"

"You're going to do amazing, you're amazing"

"Stop, you're going to make me cry"

"I'm not saying anything that isn't true"

"I truly, really love you"

"And I truly, really love you even more"

The conversation lasted almost during the entire trip until he had to go back to film; arriving at the offices of Variety, you pulled your ID on the security stand so they let you in

Once they let you in into the property, you drove towards the private parking lot where you spotted a space with your name on it, and after turning off your car, you took your things out of your car to walk to the entrance where an intern was there to help you with your things

"We're so happy that you accepted to join the first edition of this new project", the intern exclaimed, "And I'm a fan of you"

"Really? Thank you so much, I really appreciate it"

"Actually, I volunteer to come to get you when the security anounced you were here"

"Oh, that's nice, and you're also very nice"

Once you reached the floor where the set was ready for the interview, the intern led you to a small lounge area while the interview started, not before leaving the gift box on the small table next where your asigned seat was

A few minutes after you arrived, you heard people saying that your interview partner had arrived, at what you quit your attention of your phone and stand up from the two-seat sofa to properly greet him

"And this is your interview partner", the director said stopping in front of you, "Max this is Y/N Ulrich, Y/N this is Max Verstappen"

"Hi, nice to meet you"

"Nice to meet you to, I'm a big fan"

"Okay, we have a few minutes until the interview starts, so we can talk about how is this going to work, please, have a seat", taking the seat you were previously using with Max sitting next to you and the director sitting in front with a tablet in her hands, "First we're doing the interview, there won't be a script but the topics we will like for you to talk are what is like to be childs of famous people, what are you doing in your profesional life, dealing with hate, and then any random topics you want, but we want it to be the most natural and fluent conversation possible, and also the gift exchange we'll like it to be at the start or finish; then we'll have an hour and a half break for lunch, and then we'll return to do some videos and photos for social media and teasers, we hope to get everything ready this day, but if it isn't, we'll do it tomorrow, Max, we hope that it doesn't interrupt your race weekend schedule"

"I don't think so, we have like another week before the next one, so I'm free", Max shrugged

"Perfect, Y/N, how about you?"

"My schedule is also free"

"Perfect, we'll let you know when we start, meanwhile you can get to know each other"

"So, you are a Formula 1 fan?", Max asked you once the director left

"Yes, I've been a fan since a few years ago", you nodded, "You are one of my favorite drivers, actually"

"Oh, really? Who are the others?"

"Top of the list is Checo, and then I have a long list"

"What about teams?"

"Red Bull at the top, along with Ferrari and Mercedes"

"Give me five", Max said at what you laughed doing it

"And I also dragged my boyfriend into this F1 world, his teams are Red Bull, Ferrari and McLaren, even though what happened"

Seeing Max's confused face, you unlocked your phone and went to Instagram dms to search for that chat until you found the un-answered texts and passed him your phone, and noticing he read the whole thing when his eyes went wide and the way he left his Red Bull can in the center table to cover his mouth

"No fucking way he did this", Max almost exclaimed reading it again

"He did, two days after my eighteen birthday"

"This is so embarrassing, I can't believe he actually send this"

"That's why I left him on read, and the funny thing is that I met my boyfriend a few weeks after"

"I would also left him on read, honestly, this is the most embarrasing message I've ever read"

"Dude, every person that I told and shown the message to, ends up laughing and dying of cringe"

"When lunch arrives, can we show this to the others?", Max asked, "Carlos, Lance and Mick are also here, their interviews were a few days ago but they're here"

"Sure, no problem", you nodded, "Hey, have you heard the audio from '2Fast 2Furious'?"

When the director anounced that the filming was about to start, you grabbed a can of Watermelon Red Bull (Max and his team argued it was for the sponsorship) and walked towards your armchair to leave your can at the center table and return to the edge of the set to stand next to Max, while the hair and make up people fixed your look

"Action!", the director screamed

Given the signal, both of you walked towards your respective armchairs to sit

"What's up Suki?", Max said

"What's up bullet?", you responded

Almost when you finished your part, both of you started laughing, what continued for a few seconds until it died

"Hello, I'm Max Verstappen, F1 driver for Oracle Red Bull Racing and three-times World Champion, son of Jos Verstappen, former F1 driver, and Sophie Kumpen, former karting driver"

"Hi, I'm Y/N Ulrich, content creator for social media, VFX make up artist in the making, part-time model, and former high school theatre actress, youngest daughter of Skeet Ulrich, actor best known for being Billy Loomis in Scream, and Georgina Cates, best known for Clay Pigeons and profesional photographer"

"Wow, you really do a lot"

"I mean, I know that VFX make up is what I want to do in my life, but while I continue to preppare for that world, I'm also doing things that I love like fashion and sharing bits of my life with the people, what about you, did you did sidequests before becoming the F1 star that you are today?"

"In total honesty, no, since the moment I could walk my dad put me in the kart, and all was train day and night, and then participating in karting competitions, and win first place in everything"

"What would happen if you got second or under?"

"Well, one time he left me on a gas station in the middle of nowhere", Max responded while laughing

"Hold on, your dad did what?", you exclaimed in shock

"Yeah, we were leaving a race which was bad for me, and I couldn't stop talking even if he told me to, so he stopped, told me to get out, so I did, and then he drove off"

"How long you were there?"

"Not so long, my mom was in another car so she picked me up", Max explained but you were still in shock, "Anyways, how about your relationship with your dad?"

"It is good, I'm the youngest child and I was born in the middle of the divorce, but like, mom and dad ended up good for the sake of me and my siblings, and like everything we wanted to try, they have been a great support for me and my siblings, for example, my sister Naiia is an actress and has had a lot of prepparation for the industry, my brother Jakob is also an actor but is more interested in motorsports, because we have background on it"

"Really? How?"

"Yeah, our grandfather is D.K. Ulrich who is a former NASCAR driver, and our uncle is Ricky Rudd also a NASCAR driver, so Jakob is more focused on that side of the family, and there's me who collected everything"

"And how started your interest for the VFX thing?"

"It all goes back to the reason of this tattoo", you said lifting your left hand, "So, since an early age I had the curiosity of the making of movies and series, like when I saw the Scream saga with dad I was asking a lot of questions about how they did everything, and a few years later in the set of Riverdale, it started with the fake Southside Serpents tattoos, and it became my life goal when at the end of season two, there's a scene where Cole Sprouse's character appears absolutely beaten up, and I helped doing the entire make up with the guide of the make up artists, and that was the beggining"

"So basically everytime you look at your tattoo you remember your starts"

"Exactly, and dad has helped me with my classes, getting in touch with people who've worked in several films, and also getting my first job at Halloween Horror Nights, and I'm not going to deny that he has helped me a lot, I'm not going to deny my privileges"

"Yeah, there's no sense in deny that we have very famous last names and that gave us certain benefits above the others, but that doesn't mean we have to be lazy"

"Yes! You get it! I mean, people often think that we don't have to put any effort, that we're only here because of our parents, but I think we have to prove that we deserve to be here, we have to work hard as the others because life is not easy, and specially as a woman in any industry"

"I agree with that, I mean F1 is including women little by little in the teams and with the F1 Academy, but there's a lot to improve"

"Exactly, queen Susie Wolff has been doing an amazing job with the F1 Academy, but there's need to be the guarantee that women will feel safe working in any type of motorsport, or any industry"

"And what would you suggest for us men to help to create safer space?"

"Deconstruct, learn, hear their experiences, don't invalidate their feelings, and that's only the tip of the iceberg"

"Now that we entered this kind of topics, how do you deal with hate?"

"Oh dude", you sighed taking a sip of your drink, "It depends, the first times I was like 'why they're hating? I haven't done anything wrong' but there was still a part of me affected by that, also another influencers said some mean things, but my breaking point was when after Scream VI I found some tweets questioning my relationship with Jack, acussing us of having a PR relationship because of the movie, calling me fake, that I was doing it for fame, that's how nepo babies are, and my high school mean girl wrote that last one, and I told my dad but he was leaving for a convention that day so he left me at my boyfriend's house, he was filming and his mom was in the town for the weekend, and I also told him when we talked later and he posted an statement that kind of calmed the waters, but until this day there a few comments under my posts, but as Taylor Swift said 'haters gonna hate hate hate hate, and I'm just gonna shake shake shake shake, shake it off"

"Oh, I like that song"

"I know, it's so good, you should listen to her other songs"

"What songs would you recommend?"

"I'm going to take in count that Penelope lives with you and Kelly, I love that little girl, and I'm going to recommend Fearless and Speak Now, I feel like those are the best albums to get introduce to her music because they're the first ones along with debut, and then you can continue with the rest of the albums"

"Thank you so much, I'll definately check it out"

"Sooner than you know, you'll be in the race car singing 'Getaway Car'", you joked, "And I feel like I also have to ask you how you deal with hate"

"Well, we also get a lot of hate we have to deal with everyday, but once you start to win it gets worse like people will criticize everything, and more if you start at seventeen like I did, from the way you drive, your attitudes, who you're dating, the way you interact with your teammate or any of the other drivers, people booing when you are in the podium, you just need to learn to block them and focus on your race, do your best and try to win and have points"

"I only have one thing to criticize you, and that's the skinny jeans"

"What's wrong with them?"

"Every picture of you arriving at the paddock is wearing the same skinny jeans, with the same team shirt, I even bet that your closet is only that", you said before turning to look at the camera, "Kelly, if you're seeing this, please post a picture of his side of the closet, I love you, thank you"

"Listen, I'm trying to use different clothes, but I feel comfortable wearing that to the paddock"

"And there's nothing wrong with that"

"Maybe I'll start wearing some things from the new Red Bull collection"

"Oh yeah, I saw some of the pieces, they're really cool"

"By the way, when we were talking backstage we talked about two things"

"Oh my God", you laughed

"You said that you are a fan and have multiple favorite drivers, who are they?"

"I thought you were going to say about the other thing", you sighed, "Yeah, Checo, you, Lewis, Seb, Michael and Mick, Pierre, Doriane Pin, Abby Pulling, Niki Lauda, Albon, Yuki, queen Susie Wolff, Carlos, Charles and I have extreme admiration for Romain Grosjean for getting out of the car on fire, and continue in the world of motorsport"

"That was a moment for the history books of F1"

"He became a legend in the sport, and I got to admit that I giggled when I saw the photo he posted this year at the Bahrein circuit", you admited, "What about horror movies, which are your favorites?"

"Which is the one you're in?"

"Scream VI"

"That's my favorite"

"You don't like horror movies, don't you?"

"No"

Laughing because of that, both of you saw the director with a sign that read '10 minutes left', which meant that the only thing left was the gifts

"Okay guys, unfortunately we have to end this interview, but we have a last thing to do", you said

"Yeah, we have a gift exchange", Max continued

Taking the boxes from next to the armchairs, both of you exchanged the gifts leaving them in the center table, and after three rounds of rock, paper, scissors, Max was the first to open the box

"Let's see what we got here, the packaging is nice, by the way", Max said leaving the top of the box on the table, "First we have a box of cookies"

"I made them myself, the flavors are oat with cranberrys, salted caramel, strawberry cheesecake and chocolate chips"

"You made them?", Max asked at what you nodded, "That's awesome, thank you, there's also bracelets"

"Friendship braceletes, my boyfriend help me to do them, there's five for you, five for Kelly and five for Penelope"

"I feel like you like giving gifts"

"I feel like it's one of the best ways to show people how much you appreciate them, so yeah"

"There's also cats toys, Jimmy and Sassy will appreciate this, and last a Ghostface mask in a crystal box"

"And it's signed, by my dad, Matthew Lilliard, Melissa Barrera, Jenna Ortega, Jack Champion, Liana Liberato, Jasmin Savoy Brown, Mason Gooding, Dermot Mulroney and me"

"This is amazing, it's really cool, thank you very much"

"It's nothing", you shrugged, "Well, I guess it's my turn"

Getting closer to the box, you lifted the top of the box to leave it to the side, first getting out a clear bag of waffle style cookies

"Those are stroopwafels, they are typical of Netherlands, they have caramel in the middle"

"I'm not going to share this with anyone in my house", you joked taking the next item of the box which was a Red Bull light blue hoodie and a red one, along with two of the new caps, "I love this"

"One is for you and one for your boyfriend, I did my research", Max pointed, "Kelly also put a small gift"

Finding it, you pulled a box full of N°1 Hairpins from Fiona Franchimon in all the avaliable colors

"These are gorgeous", you said admiring them and grabbing one of the yellow gold ones and putting it in your hairstyle, "Can someone please tell me if I put it correctly?"

Almost running, one of the people of hair and make up aproach to you fixing it a little before returning to behind the cameras

"Thank you", you exclaimed, "Okay, let's see what's next"

Rumaging through the next item, you grabbed a mini helmet which was the one that Max used in Qatar 2023, and it was signed by him, the last item was a black box with the F1 and Red Bull Racing logos, that the moment you opened it, you almost felt like crying

"Is this real?"

"Yeah, very much real"

"This is amazing, thank you so much, I really appreciate it"

Once the interview ended and the crew took a few photos, both of you went to the guests cafeteria, where the only people in there were the other three drivers occuping a table, so after grabbing lunch from the buffet, both of you went to sit at the table

"Hey guys, this is Y/N, my interview partner", Max greeted while sitting

"Hi everyone, is nice to meet you all", you smiled feeling a bit starstruck, "By the way, Carlos, how are you after the surgery?"

"I'm good, thanks for asking", Carlos responded, "It was bit difficult the recovery, but everything's fine"

"You literally walked into the paddock not even 24 hours after the surgery", Lance pointed

"Says the one who went to race two weeks after a bicycle accident and surgery", Carlos returned, "At least I didn't race, I was helping with strategies, Charles ended up in the podium and Ollie with points"

"Also congratulations on your win on Australia", you added

"Y/N, is your first time talking with F1 drivers?", Mick asked

"Something like that", you sighed getting out your phone to enter Instagram dms, "Two days after my eighteen birthday I got a message from one of the youngest drivers, trigger warning, is cringey"

"I'm intrigued, what does it says?", Lance asked

"Hello beautiful, I saw that your birthday was a few days ago, congratulations, I have a few weeks of break during summer, do you want to go out??", you read seeing their faces full of cringe and holding laughs, "I left him on read, and met my boyfriend a few weeks after this"

"This has to be Lando", Carlos concluded, "He's the only one who could send something like this"

"It was Lando", you confirmed showing them your phonescreen

"Not the smirking face emoji", Mick cringed, "You skipped a bullet, in total honesty"

"I know", you nodded

"Can I took a picture of the screen?", Lance asked, "This will be great to blackmail him"

"I have no problem"

"Or even better, sent this to the group chat", Carlos pointed, "I don't care if George kicks us out"

"And the funniest part of this, is that one of my boyfriend favorite teams is McLaren", you added

"Who's your boyfriend?", Lance asked

"Jack Champion, he's an actor", you responded smiling, "He's part of the Avatar movies, Scream VI, which is where we met, Retribution, and soon, Freaky Tales"

"I think his arm is bigger than my head", Mick commented since Lance searched his insta and were watching the boxing video, "How old is he?"

"Nineteen, we're both nineteen, but he has been working out since twelve years old because of Avatar, he plays Spider"

"Please tell us you are going to a Grand Prix", Carlos said, "We need to see Lando's reaction"

"Actually, in the gift exchange, Max gave me All-Access passes for the Monaco Grand Prix, so Jack and I will be there", you nodded, "Of course after clearing our schedules"

Once the time for lunch ended, you and Max returned to the set, where the small living room was gone and a race simulator was there, along with a small photoshoot station and two director chairs

"Okay guys, we're going to do a small photoshoot for promos, a video for promo and the race simulator", the director informed, "We'll start with the photos"

Going to the photoshoot station, they took some individual photos and in pairs, and since you brought your sparkling pink ghostface mask and Max brougth his helmet, they were also included in the photos

Once the photos were done and the production made sure they looked good, the next thing was the video for the promos sitting in the director chairs, and holding cans of Red Bull

"Hello everyone, this is Y/N Ulrich"

"Hi, I'm Max Verstappen"

"And we are proud to be part of the first season of Variety's Nepo Babies on Nepo Babies"

"We had a very deep and fun chat that you'll be able to see before the Miami Grand Prix"

"That's right, our interview will be avaliable on may 1st, so suscribe to the Youtube channel and turn on notifications"

Finishing the video, both of you did a small toast with the cans before drinking from them

"And cut!", the director exclaimed, "That was perfect"

While they configurating the race sim, the people from hair and make up undid your hair so it would be more comfortable but still kept it away from your face using the hairpin

"This is a race simulator, we often use it to test the cars or to play with the F1 videogames, which is what we are going to do, using the f1 2023 videogame", Max explained once the cameras started rolling, "As we can see it has everything essential like one of our cars, and don't worry I'll be your race engineer during this"

Sitting in the seat, you adjusted it and put your hands on the wheel and your feet in the pedals, realising it would be difficult with high heels

"I'm going to take off my heels", you sentenced standing up, "I'll be right back"

Walking to the space where you left your things, you opened your bag to grab a pair of mint ankle socks and removing your heels to put on the socks and return to the set

"What is that?", Max laughed seeing your socks

"Care bear socks", you responded sitting again, "Wish Bear to be specific, okay, what do I do in this game?"

"First we choose the option 'F1 World'", Max instructed at what you did it, "You can choose a team and adjust the car at your comfort, what team are you choosing?"

"Silly season started on February 1st, so I'm taking your seat", you declared choosing the Red Bull car, at what Max looked at the camera in shock, "What's next?"

"Choose a track"

"I'm going to Monaco, it's a classic, what's next?"

"Start the race"

"Please don't scream at me like Charles and Carlos in that video"

"I won't, I promise"

Once the game started, there wasn't a moment of peace between screams of both of you, Max giving instructions and you screaming in axienty and nerves, but fortunately you managed to finish the race without crashing into the walls

"Is this game avaliable for Nintendo Switch? Because it was fun", you sighed

"Yeah, you almost crashed into a wall, but you finished the race", Max pointed, "But almost everyone has had a crash, so don't worry"

"I'll still stick with VFX make up and fashion"

Once the director anounced the end of the day, the Red Bull team took a few photos of both of you, and the director also gave a few words of thanks before everyone started packing, at what you did the same putting your black crocs and the heels in your bag and organizing all of your things

"Hey, Y/N", Max called you at what you turned to look at him, "In the name of all Red Bull we would like to give you a gift"

Watching the person next to him, you saw seven boxes of twenty-four cans of the energy drink of regular flavor, sugarfree, tropical, blueberry, watermelon, coconut-berry and apricot-strawberry

"Wow, thank you so much, I didn't expect it"

"It's nothing, besides, you and your boyfriend will be guests for Monaco"

"And we really apreciate that, again, thank you very much for inviting us"

After exchanging numbers to coordinate the future travel, you started to took your things to go, but for your surprise, four pairs of arms grabbed the gift box and the Red Bull boxes, at what you turned to see the four drivers standing there

"We'll help you carry all this to your car, don't worry", Mick said

"Um, thank you", you nodded grabbing your bag, "By the way, when did you arrive?"

"Like five minutes ago", Lance shrugged

"Come on, hermanita", Carlos exclaimed, "Let's get all of this to your car"

"Did you just called me 'little sister'?", you asked with surprise

"It's because you irradate little sister energy", Carlos explained, "Wait, do you know spanish?"

"A bit, Melissa Barrera is my half fictional sister, so she teached me some words and phrases, only the basic, and some swear words"

Saying goodbye to the director and the crew, all of you went to the direction of the lobby saying goodbye to the receptionist before stepping into the private parking lot seeing your car and a special person leanning against it

"Babe", you exclaimed running towards him

"Hi, gorgeous", Jack smiled hugging you and lifting you a few centimeters from the floor

"Why you didn't told me you were here?", you asked once the hug ended, "I thought you were filming all day"

"They let us go earlier, so I thought it was a good idea to surprise you", Jack explained, "I talked with someone from Variety and mom dropped me here like ten minutes ago"

"Aw"

Interrupting the moment, both of you turned to look at the four drivers standing a few meters apart with the rest of your things

"Holy shit", Jack murmured seeing them

"I know", you nodded, "Guys, this is Jack, my boyfriend"

"Hi, everyone, I'm a big fan", Jack smiled

Unlocking your car, they left the Red Bull cans in the boot space and the gift box in the backseat along with your bag, and then they greeted Jack with the typical "man hug"

"Guys, he kinda looks like Ollie", Carlos said hugging Jack by his shoulders, "But with more muscle"

"Okay, I see the vision", Max nodded

"And he drives a red car", you mentioned

"Are you sure you're not related to him?", Mick asked him as a joke

"Unfortunately not", Jack responded, "But I feel honored to look like him, he is very talented"

"Maybe you'll meet him in Monaco", Mick said, "Ready for that?"

"Yeah, the moment Y/N send me the audio and the photo of the passes, I told James Cameron, Jon Landau and my mom, and fortunately I don't have to film that week", Jack explained

After talking for a few more minutes, both of you had to left, leaving the drivers still in there

"What if we tell everyone except for Lando that they are going to Monaco?", Lance proposed one your car was out of sight

"That is evil", Max oppined, "And a good idea, let's do it"

[ceoandslutler]

going into the anti sebaciel tag to block people and laughing at how the sebaciel tag has new posts almost daily and the anti sebaciel tag gets update like once a week 😭

These bitches wouldn’t have this fandom if it wasn’t for us don’t lie

and you know those bums are recycling posts. atp all you see in that dead ass tag is shit like,,, 1) editor k said this (xyz years ago) and 2) j michael tatum (who isn't even involved in the manga's creation) said that, or 3) the most desperate dadbastian delusion posts ever*... ok then, antisebaciels, explain why every time i turn the page i see sebastian and ciel giving each other the "we're gonna assfuck soon" stare. and the source material is much more valuable than word of mouth so what now? they have NOTHING to post about to defend their position except the same irrelevant stuff.

*not to be a dadbastian hater (i gen do not care how you see them), i have talked about this before but they just twist canon so bad sometimes that it's comical

just in the recent chapters where sbcl reappeared after eons, yana just drew them flirting all shoujo style (211), ogling each other/eye-fucking (212) and had them ask each other out- ciel gets sebs tea (212) and sebs talks about all the tourist attractions brighton has trying to get ciel to go (213)... what do they even have to post about anymore? like we keep winning it's insane 😭

we have so much to talk about, that's why we can keep filling the tag. also we have SO many talented creators: artists and writers and editors and all of those talented people culminate into a melting pot of creativity and passion which has kept this ship and in extension this fandom alive.

this is a good time to remind ourselves that antis are reactionaries and most reactionaries do not create, they attack pre-existing content and that's why they don't have a lot of content in the anti-sebaciel tag which only exists to go against an established concept.

(and when they do create, it is bland, sanitised (or at least advertised as such) and presented as more morally correct to consume. anti content is limited and avoids anything that deviates from the norms. who really wants to go read some fanfic author patting themself in the back about how good they are?)

[altierigfs]

《 headcanons: tatum riley as your girlfriend 》

she is SO PROTECTIVE!!! the second anybody dares say anything bad about you, she's immediately in defense mode, listing every bad quality of theirs and probably making them cry

she gets into fights quite often, and when people cant seem to take no for an answer when approaching you, she's so ready to use her fists (dewey taught her so many moves) (this was intended to be for self defense but she doesnt care)

she makes the first move, never even trying to hide her feelings

very physically affectionate, loves hand holding and showcasing that you're hers and nobody elses

FOREHEAD KISSES!!!!

plays with your hair while you watch movies together

never tries to hide her feelings, openly adores you and when anybody makes fun of her for it she swears at them and makes an even bigger show of it

couldn't care less about what other people think of your relationship

immediately comes rushing to your side when you're injured, checking you over before pulling you into a fierce hug and whispering "it's okay. you're okay." as she kisses the top of your head

she's blunt and honest, but also very sarcastic. she can be mean, but never to you. usually to dewey, actually. she says its 'the role of a younger sister'

calls you 'baby' or 'babe'

she's protective, but doesnt really get jealous. she knows you're insanely in love with her

her love language is making you clothes (she studies fashion at uni) (idk why i just feel like she would). she'll spend weeks acting all secretive and then, when you plan a date night, she'll present a dress or a cute outfit for you to wear on the date

god she's so cute i love her (not a hc but a fact)

when you argue, she's always the first to apologise. she tries giving you the silent treatment but it lasts a maximum of three minutes before she cracks

loves teasing you, but never in a mean way

ALWAYS wears flavoured lipstick/gloss/balm because she likes knowing it tastes good when you kiss her. she usually goes for strawberry or cherry

you do each other's makeup (and maybe you get closer to each other than you should) (maybe she ends up messing your lipstick up) (neither of you mind too much; it can always be applied again)

she holds your cheeks when you kiss, though when it becomes more intense her arms wrap around your neck and pull you in deeper

jesus i need to stop or i'll be writing this forever. i just love her so much

[micamicster]

Hi! Do you have any romcom (movie) recs? I feel like i hypothetically like the genre, but have a lot of trouble finding ones i enjoy. So many romcoms feel so formulaic (in a dead way) and misogynistic and stale to me. I think they’re a lot easier to do well in the context of a series because there’s actually time to build. Recently i thought rye lane and fire island were fun. I like kdramas when i have the time for all the episodes because i appreciate the build. I need chemistry— people who both convincingly like each other and seem like actual human beings. I thought you might have some good ideas! Thanks <3

HELLO LARGE VOICED ANON <3

I hope you weren't waiting on my recs all day haha i have been. hm. hungover af <3 (i'm going to leave kdramas off this list for now but if you would like specific recs for kdrama romcoms send me another ask and i can try to do them justice!)

I think this is a genre with underrated range! So one thing that I find very interesting about the genre of romcoms is that I think there tends to be a split between romcoms whose goal is, like, to be a fun lighthearted movie with a central romance, vs romcoms whose goal is to Say Something About Love in the vehicle of a funny movie. Both of these categories are represented on this list but for giggles i will not be saying which i think are which <3

anyway recs under the cut <3 i will link my tags for these movies if you want to take a look but be warned for spoilers ofc

I think for your purposes my primary rec would be Lovesick (aka Scrotal Recall). It's a (short) tv show so it would likely give you the chance to get to know the characters and see a slower build. In contrast to the frustration you've had with some more "formulaic" romcoms the writing in this show is very deliberately in conversation with romcoms of the past. Also it's just one of my favorite romcoms ever made so I rec it to everyone. The premise is that a young man, Dylan, is diagnosed with chlamydia and instructed to tell his past partners. Being a hopeless romantic (emphasis on hopeless), he decides to try to turn this into an opportunity to revisit relationships that didn't work out, and try to figure out where he's been going wrong. Two simultaneous storylines play out in each episode, the flashbacks to the exes (and breakups) and the present, where Dylan's best friend is getting married.

Older romcoms: When Harry Met Sally (ive heard this is divisive? but idc its SO funny and so well made), Moonstruck (a romantic-comedy in the operatic sense. also cher <3), The Philadelphia Story (katharine hepburn the woman u r. tw for a classic 1940s gag about punching ur wife in the face), Bringing Up Baby (screwball comedy my beloved), Roman Holiday (audrey hepburn is lethally charming in this movie), Dirty Dancing (someday ill write something this good and then You Will Realize), Much Ado About Nothing (i tend to enjoy either the danielle brooks shakespeare in the park version or the classic tennant/tate combo)

Teen romcoms: 10 things I hate about you (young heath ledger and young julia stiles ur welcome), to all the boys i;ve loved before (lana condor is ADORABLE), The Half of It (my other favorite sort-of romcom of the decade)

More recent-ish: Speed (like its keanu and sandra what more do you want), Strictly Ballroom (i used to watch this literally weekly as a child and I WAS RIGHT TO), Miss Congeniality (sandra bullock what u did for us all <3), Fire Island (thank u 4 my LYFE), The sandra bullock/channing tatum movie that came out last year (i forget what its called but he's so funny in it), Mamma Mia AND Mamma Mia Here We Go Again (beautiful greek islands, abba, cher, what more can you ask for?)

Indian/bollywood: Jab We Met (after dramatically quitting his job, Local Man somehow ends up escorting a woman he meets on the train while she attempts to elope with her boyfriend. aka classic screwball comedy heroine and Guy She Dragged Along For The Ride), khabie khushi khabi gham (multiple generations of romance and family drama featuring Kajol, the Most Beautiful Woman In the World), Band Baaja Baaraat (two wedding planners fall in love--great choice if you want to watch idiots ambushed by their feelings)

Other tv recs: Selfie (john cho and karen gillian in a show canceled far too soon)

[sharpth1ng]

Did sid and tatum know about billy and stu, or at least have any suspicions? ESPECIALLY THE MOVIE BATHROOM SCENE like surely one of them noticed how long they were gone and along with all the other gay shit and started to suspect something queer was going on

I think Tatum knows there's something up, like Stu is so obviously and openly into Billy it would be hard to ignore that as his girlfriend. He constantly sides with Billy, chooses him over pretty much everything else.

Honestly with Sid I see her as pretty checked out after her moms death, I don't really think she's all that present with Billy when they spend time together, and I think Tatum is also focused on her and making sure she's ok. Like the only reason they get away with the bathroom hookup during The Craft is that their girlfriends are also more focused on each other than they are on their boyfriends.

I truly think Tatum likes Stu and has fun with him, but from the conversations she has with Sid (like convo in the grocery store) I don't think she sees him as a life partner, and I doubt she expects them to stay together when they go to college the next year. I think if Stu straight up told her he was in love with Billy she would think he had bad taste but I don't think she would be devastated or even all that surprised.

Id say Sid also knows there's vibes happening, especially from the way she talks to them at the end of the movie and the queer-coded insults she directs at Billy specifically. After their behaviour in the kitchen I feel like you would need to be completely oblivious not to see that something is going on.

That said, with her I think she's kind of existing in a trauma fog through the movie, basically until the end when she snaps and starts fighting back, I think it's this moment of her seeing Billy clearly, instead of seeing him through her guilt and loss. So I don't think she necessarily put it together before the end of the movie but I think it was sort of hanging out in the back of her mind.

The other factor here is that queerness only really came into mainstream cultural awareness in the 90's. There wasn't much open or explicit gay shit happening in media, so I think it's also not something people would be reading into other peoples behaviour as quickly as we do now, which is how I think they get away with as much as they do. They're just boy best friends, right? And to the outside world Billy seems mostly annoyed with Stu. Even now, in 2023 people on twitter are reading these dudes as straight. Wild.

[fratboybeezer]

Flyers Primer - Text Version

Presentation version here

featuring many of my personal opinions on players & some phantoms i find notable

*edit: fuck carter hart and i was very harsh on sam for no reason also there’s a lot of typos sorry

Cam Atkinson

forward (rw), #89

drafted 157th overall to CBJ in 2008

amazing instagram comment-er

on the nhl player inclusion coalition

played for torts in cbus

seems just happy to be here

basically #1 gritty fan

Sean Couturier

forward (c), #14

coots, couter, no chest

drafted 8th overall to PHI in 2011

playing this season after being on ir for like a season and a half

should have an a or c

used to live with now gm danny b

last of my fav ginger trio (him, g, and jakey)

toothless

Marc Staal

defenseman, #18

drafted 12th overall to NYR in 2005

2nd of 4 staals

homophobic, boycotted pride night with his brother eric in florida last season

career overall +/- of +50, over 1100 games played

Scott Laughton

forward (c), #21

our one and only a

laughts, laughtsy, scotty tatum

drafted 20th overall to PHI in 2012

passionate LGBTQ+ ally

always the one to put up the pride flag in front of the farg

first guests of the season were a lesbian couple celebrating their 1 year wedding anniversary

best drip on the roster (decided by me after that horrid drip night they had)

kinda reminds me of a cat idk

drinks a black, hot coffee

let atkinson wear his a for atkinson’s first game back in cbus after being traded to philly (back when we had a c and 2 a’s)

had an a with team canada at world’s

has a cat named brucey

Travis Konecny

forward (rw), #11

tk, teeks, tiki bar

drafted 24th overall to PHI in 2015

literally one of the best (if not the best) player on our roster idc argue with the wall

called a “short king” (he is 5’10, there’s shorter guys on the roster)

certified DILF!!

my mom’s fav flyer (she can only name 3 total)

once lost his shoes on the plane and therefore postponed press

pest/rat/raccoon (affectionate)

lives in penalty box yet an absolute goal scorer

his best on ice comparison is a chihuahua

best flow on the roster idc

our media rep this year!!! Slay!!

best chirps on the roster

Joel Farabee

forward (lw), #86

beezer, young beezer, bee, young beezy

drafted 14th overall to PHI in 2018

my favorite player i could go on and on about him

had neck surgery after 21-22 season and came back and played all 82 games in 22-23 season

is already becoming a leader on the team

bought a house from coots early 22 and now it’s a hub for the young guys on the team

gives off frat boy vibes in the best way

is such a teammate guy

asg shootout hater

has (at least 1) tattoo

his game day coffee order is an iced coffee with almond milk, no sweetener, on off days gets a brown sugar shaken espresso, prefers iced over hot coffee, and never met a coffee he didn’t like

grew up liking the flyers & phillies and really wanted to be drafted to philly

“i thank my lucky stars” -bee when talking about getting drafted to philly

claimed in a tk mic’d up that he was dropping a mixtape and never dropped it :(

silliest guy on instagram

Carter Hart

goalie, #79

hartsy, cahtah haht

drafted 48th overall by PHI in 2016

our starter <3 love him

as i’m making this is injured but is practicing with the team so hopefully he’ll be back soon

deserves better than philly but you can pry him from my cold dead hands

@st-louis has a great primer about him

Samuel Ersson

goalie, #33

drafted 143rd overall to PHI in 2018

not the best but he’s trying (i think)

would benefit from some time down with the phantoms

tbh shouldn’t be our #2

Cal Petersen

goalie, #40

drafted 129th overall to BUF in 2013

looks like he would blow away in the wind ngl

me and my friend hate him i’m sorry (sorta)

has spent most of his career so far with the kings

Felix Sandstrom

#32

drafted 70th overall to PHI in 2015

he should be our #2 idc

or down with the phantoms to improve

i can’t think of him without thinking of those pics @mad-bee posted of him like

👁️👁️

Bobby Brink

forward (rw), #10

drafted 34th overall to PHI in 2019

a baby!! (is a 22 y/o man)

my friend knows him specifically as “our rookie”

a REAL short king (5’8)

university of denver

Cam York

defenseman, #8

yorkie, yam cork

drafted 14th overall to PHI in 2019

umich boy, would’ve graduated with team 101

also a usndtp boy

i’m too lazy to look for evidence but probably part of the hughes summer club

Tyson Foerster

forward (rw), #71

drafted 23 overall to PHI in 2020

even more of a baby than brink (he’s a 21 y/o man)

roomies with beezer, stayed in philly during the off-season

i don’t think he stops smiling

described by beezer as “like a little adhd kid”

seems to be besties with yorkie

Egor Zamula

defenseman, #5

undrafted

was super excited to play alongside pr*vorov when he got called up from the Phantoms

part of beezer’s summer group

Nicolas Deslauriers

forward (lw), #44

nic, des, delo

drafted 84th overall to LAK in 2009

french canadian

hit 600 games 10/10!!

usually one of the top guys on the team in hits, pim, fights

has a career overall of -91 but like isn’t a goal scorer so. averages about 6 points per game in overall career

great fighter very hot 10/10

Nick Seeler

defenseman, #24

seels, seal team

drafted 131st overall to MIN in 2011

underrated!!!!!!!!

another great fighter that’s very hot 10/10

there’s not much to him other than punches but that’s ok i love him

fought des when des was playing with the wild

Noah Cates

forward (lw), #27

catesy

drafted 137th overall to PHI in 2017

has a brother who was with the organization but now is with bridgeport in the ahl (got to play some nhl games together!!!!)

once said flyers locker room lacked the “swagger of the winning mentality” which is a fucking hilarious way to word it

was on 2022 us men’s olympic roster

Morgan Frost

forward (c), #48

frosty

drafted 27th overall to PHI in 2017

never captions his instagram posts

angered torts or something because he keeps getting benched with no chance to properly prove himself

flyers hater

Travis Sanheim

defenseman, #6

sanny, sandy, sandra

drafted 17th overall by PHI in 2014

besties + neighbors with tk (known together as travii or travis²)

whl boy

besties with tk’s oldest kid

Owen Tippett

forward (rw), #74

tippy, tipper

drafted 10th overall to FLA in 2017

got him when we traded our captain :,( miss you G

hair looks unnatural but like i’m 90% it is natural

Garnet Hathaway

forward (rw), #19

undrafted

signed as free agent in july

part of phd line (w/ des & poehling)

UHM HIS FIRST NAME IS FUCKING JOHN?!

i don’t like him please don’t ask why i don’t have an answer

Ryan Poehling

forward (c), #25

drafted 25th overall to MTL in 2017

another guy signed in july

saved him from the penguins 🫶🏻

phd line

honestly i don’t know much abt him

Louie Belpedio

defenseman, #37

drafted 80th overall to MIN in 2014

has like 3 nhl games under his belt (12? as i’m making this)

signed july 2022 but has chilling in lehigh valley

went to miami of ohio

has a totally of 3 points but like i said only 11 games he’s got a lot of space for more

Victor Mete

defenseman, #98

drafted 100th overall to MTL in 2016

signed as a free agent in july

more of an assists guy than a goals guy and honestly i’m content with that

career overall +/- of +19

about 250 games under his belt

Sean Walker

defenseman, #26

walks

undrafted

bgsu grad & 2 seasons as captain there

his trade helped us send pr*vorov on his way, hope the door hit him on the way out

not rly talked abt but i think he’s cool (i’m going to bgsu lol)

Long term IR Boys

Ryan Ellis

defenseman, #94

drafted 11th overall to NSH in 2009

i don’t think he’s played a single game with us

like was injured when he was drafted and has been on ir the whole time

we lost phil myers for him (and nolpat too ig)

back injury? i think?

i have no thoughts on him ngl

Rasmus Ristolainen

defenseman, #55

drafted 8th overall to BUF in 2013

horrid career overall +/- (-176)

traded robert hagg & 2 draft pics for him?

i like him tho ig

looks like a different person in like every photo i’ve ever seen of him

his injury is undisclosed

The Phantoms

Wade Allison

forward (rw), #19 (#17 with flyers)

wader, ally, ally cat

drafted 52nd overall to PHI in 2016

he’s my girlfriend i miss him

lived in beezer’s basement last season

part of the fratboys (w/ frosty & beezer)

wmu boy

spent all of last season with the flyers

Tanner Laczynski

forward (c), #9 (#58 with the flyers)

drafted 169th overall to PHI in 2016

OSU boy (ew)

has never spent a whole season up with the flyers :(

my mom once told me he looked like a loser before finding out he was an nhl player

buds with wader

Zayde Wisdom

forward (rw), #14

drafted 94th overall to PHI in 2020

used to live with foerster?

he would cook and tyson would clean

i need him to be called up so we have that duo back

scored 29 goals in his second ohl season

Emil Andrae

defenseman, #6 (#36 with flyers)

drafted 54th overall to PHI in 2020

played 4 games with us this season

not much of a goal scorer but can do it

kinda looks very stereotypical swede

Ronnie Attard

defenseman, #12

drafted 72nd overall to PHI in 2019

was tri-city storm captain for the 18-19 season

another wmu boy — played a season there with ally in 19-20

played 2 games with the flyers last season and 15 the year before

[folklore-barnes]

movies i watched in 2024

(part 1)

1. The Highwaymen

I really enjoyed this movie, I love me anything that has to do with Bonnie & Clyde, so I was really interested to see the other side of the story. Kevin and Woody did a phenomenal job, I'd really love to see them in another project together bc I loved their chemistry, but most of all I loved my chemistry with Kevin Costner bc omg that man is so fine.

7/10

2. Where The Crawdads Sing

I didn't even remember I watched this movie this year, that's how screwed up my concept of time is after the p*ndemic. ANYWAY, I wasn't even planning on watching this movie ever. I didn't really think much of it when I saw the trailer, all I cared about was that Taylor wrote a song for it, which I liked, but I ended up loving it after I watched this movie. I really enjoyed this movie so much omg. I haven't read the book, which is the case for me most of the time, but I really might read it at some point, idk. But the movie was really good for me, and it probably has to do with the fact that I didn't read the book so I don't have much to compare it with. BUT, I really recommend this movie. Daisy Edgar Jones does a wonderful job, and idk, I just really like how they made this movie. It made me feel like I was in high school all over again and the ending was really good. It was one of those endings that made me cry, which doesn't happen very often. And btw the aesthetic goes so hard,

9/10

3. She's The Man

Omg don't drag me but I had never watched this movie, and I don't think I had ever watched anything with Amanda on it, even though I knew who she was. I loved this movie of course, it was so funny and deserving of all the hype. I hate soccer, but I managed just fine while watching the movie. And I think this movie made me truly get the Channing Tatum hype. Like ofc he's always been hot, but this one did it for me.

7/10

4. Priscilla

I had been dying to watch this movie after I saw the trailer and it was really good. Idk if I'd watch it again, but I enjoyed seeing Priscilla's story come to life. Cailee did a fantastic job playing Priscilla and showing us her innocence and how it was corrupted. Jacob also did a great job, and I fear it solidified my love for Jacob Elordi.

7/10

5. Picture This

Idk why I had never watched this movie before, but it was such a fun little harmless movie. I kinda need to see Ashley Tisdale and Robbie Amell go for it again in the present bc they make a really cute couple.

6/10

[agentnico]

Top 10 Worst Movies of 2024

Ah shit, here we go again. It’s that time of year again and goodness what a mediocre movie year 2024 has been. Even the decent ones as a majority are not ones I believe will stand the test of time (sorry for the overt pessimism). Nevertheless though, I believe I did manage to avoid a lot of the cinematic damage this year, as there are many films I’ve heard negative responses of that I have not seen. Some of those include Madame Web, Venom: The Last Dance, Kraven the Hunter, Borderlands, Rebel Moon - Part Two and many more. Also wanted to shout out Red One as it’s a movie I started but gave up on an hour in as I got bored. However due to not finishing it didn’t seem fair to have it on this list, as for all I know that movie features a Primal Fear level of an ending that would have changed my life forever. Heck, guess we’ll never know. Anyway, there are films I did have the misfortune of coming across this year, and these are 10 of the worst, in my humblest of opinions…

10) MEGALOPOLIS - “So go back to da club” maybe one of the unintentionally best line readings in cinema history, but aside from that this passion project from Francis Ford Coppola is a total mess. It most certainly is unique, but for all the wrong reasons. Maybe Coppola needs to smoke less whilst making his movies.

9) MOANA 2 - How far I won’t go to see another unnecessary Disney sequel at the cinema. Don’t get me wrong, this movie is a box office juggernaut, but it also a project that so obviously was meant to be a TV series and turned into a movie last minute so that the studio could capitalise on an additional pay-check. The result is a sequel that is in every aspect worse than its predecessor, from the music to the story to the characters… you’re not welcome.

8) GLADIATOR 2 - Been there done that. Paul Mescal nowhere as entertaining as Russell Crowe was. Hans Zimmer’s score is missed big time. The story is essentially a copy of the first? Sharks in the Colosseum was fun. Denzel Washington is the only saving grace.

7) KUNG FU PANDA 4 - Unlike Puss in Boots where the wait for the sequel was more than worth it, Kung Fu Panda 4 feels as if the franchise may have run its course and the writers have simply ran out of ideas. There’s nothing new here, simply retreading old territory. I’m sure if you show it to your kids they’ll probably have a good time. Probably. Or maybe just show them the first three films instead. That “Hit Me Baby One More Time” cover though - hell yeah! Also, can we please petition to stop Awkwafina from appearing in every new animated movie?

6) FLY ME TO THE MOON - Is it a comedy? Is it a romance? Is it a space exploration epic? No clue, nor does the movie know it either. Channing Tatum is trying to find his inner Rock Hudson, and legends say he’s still searching for him to this day. The script feels like it had been written by AI, and if this is all AI has to offer then why the hell are we pursuing it in the first place??

5) WOLFS/THE INSTIGATORS - Kind of cheating here by including two films in one, but both these action comedy thrillers from Apple gave me the exact same feels, or lack of. Ironically the collective cast of these two features an Ocean’s Eleven reunion, however all four of them look so tired and deflated in these roles, evidently in it just for the paycheck. These are the types of films where you expect some fun bickering and skullduggery from its stars, yet here the jokes are barely chuckle worthy.

4) BOB MARLEY: ONE LOVE - Every little thing is not going to be alright. For a very special individual this is a very unspecial biopic. Bob Marley is well known legend and icon, and the movie sets out to present him as such, yet it’s done in such a banal and messy way. The film zeroes in on pivotal events that occurred in Marley’s life between 1976 and 1978 however in the context of the movie they lack and real energy or impact. It’s all quite vanilla and under-cooked, and feels like a disrespect towards the man with one life and one destiny.

3) UNFROSTED - Honestly, I expected nothing less from Jerry Seinfeld. It’s easily the movie I most enjoyed on this list. There’s high Cat in the Hat level colourful energy to this stupidity. In no way a good movie, but that Mad Men reference was fantastic!

2) BROTHERS - I was wondering why this movie was so bad as I was watching it. Then I checked on IMDb that Brothers’ screenplay was written by Etan Cohen, who’s responsible for that Holmes & Watson parody with Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly from a few years back. It’s all beginning to make sense now! But this movie’s biggest sin is that it has put a stain on Brendan Fraser’s Brenaissance!

1)DRIVE-AWAY DOLLS - While his brother Joel is out making such masterpieces like Tragedy of Macbeth with Denzel, Ethan has decided to go back to his roots and make a road trip movie that is infused with the 80s/90s goofy feel to it, and he even brings back the briefcase from Fargo! Or from No Country for Old Men. Or The Big Lebowski. Or Hail Caesar!. Pretty sure Brad Pitt also seeks a briefcase full of cash in Burn After Reading…. Honestly what is it with the Coens and their briefcases!? Regardless, this should have had all the charm of the previous Coen brothers outings, but unfortunately this is by far the biggest disappointment I experienced in a cinema this year. Unfunny jokes, boring overdone story, over-the-top annoying performances (Margaret Qualley as fast talking Jamie with a cringe-inducing accent twang gets extremely overbearing by the end of the movie), sloppy editing and transitions that belong in a Harold and Kumar flick…. this features all the bad tropes of a stinker. Drive-Away Dolls - a real no cunt-ry for old men I tell ya.