#but i feel like a shit kabob

[battywitch]

Ugh I feel kinda like I've been glutened but afaik none of my food has been contaminated. I'm guessing this is actually a combo of weather, stress, migraine, and hormonal bs all teaming up to kick me.

I think I'm giving up on being productive today and moving most of my plans to tomorrow. Instead, I think I'm going to either play cozy grove or go back to reading Happy Place. Might do both idk.

[savnofilter]

Your Scent Is Sweeter | e. kirishima

       Werewolf!Eijiro Kirishima x Virgin![FEM]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, one shot, loss of virginity, kirishima likes how you smell, dry humping, hints of jealousy, spit (1), knot inflation, pull out method, mutual pining, friends -> lovers (?), established friendship.

COUNT: 3.4k words [13 mins.]

READ MORE: masterlist + [student masterlist]

A/N: ehhh i dont think i'll ever do this like an animal horny hybrid shit after the last few fics i have queued up. 😭 even if i do i'll def cringe it later probably anyways- ignore my hating… also this is a continuation from a draft over a year ago?? including the next two bakugo fics im going to post and the other dragon!kirishima fic so bare with me. this isnt even that bad LOL. thank you, anon!

How you and Kirishima first met was simple:

Two different hands reached out for the last skewer that sat on the hot grill, both stopping in hesitation at the presence of someone else. You both stopped and looked at each other, an awkward laugh coming from you as an equally shy smile graced his lips. 

“Lady’s first!” He grinned at you, his sharp teeth showing as he blushed softly, stepping back. “Go ahead, I’ll just swing back later.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, feeling butterflies in your chest as the cute male allowed you to grab it. 

As much as you wanted to say something else, your brain short-circuited on coming up with anything. Part of you wanted to tease him and say he could take it, but you never pass up on an opportunity for food. Nevertheless, even if it was for a random cute guy. Plus you had spent the last few hours dancing and working up a sweat, you were sure you needed it more than him. As he stood to the side, you were able to pay and take your leave, waving to him as you disappeared into the crowd. One last glance was exchanged with him as you left him at the stand.

Typically, you wouldn't go to many events if it weren't for the festivals or known shows; but this one faithful New Year's festival when you were fresh into adulthood had proven you made the great decision to attend the celebration. Events between humans and werewolves were often rampant during popular holidays, the New Year being one of them. 

There were many people around with many great food booths to compare. It was only a mere coincidence that you two seemed to be craving the same savory treat, kabobs.

After the first time you two had met, you started bumping into him more at cultural events. You hadn’t told anyone that you had met with this boy. At least you were sure he was around your age, young twenties or so, but there was no mistaking he had a few on you though not too much. The more you saw him at these gatherings, the connection between you two grew naturally, and it soon evolved into a friendship. No one knew about this friendship and to your friends he was merely regarded as something akin to a hallway crush. What they didn't know was that you two had been seeing each other for about two years now, doing various things together as a private friendship. It was no surprise the once innocent feelings you had for him slowly turned into a crush each time you two met. Luckily enough for you, today was one of the days when you two could catch up and you were more than ready to see him again. 

You bit your lip as you sat on the cut-down tree stump, one of the many things that made him complain. Something about humans defiling the woods by making modifications that didn’t need to be made. Oftentimes when you met him, he ranted about different things, all things to be exact. Even with his rambling nature, he had other sides to him. You saw him chill, you saw him happy, you’ve seen him angry and you’ve seen him annoyed. But the ‘mood’ he approached you with today was something different. It was… feral. In a way, you couldn’t explain it.

“E-Evening, Kirishima.” You smile up at him as he walks up to you, holding up the basket you brought for him. “I made your favorite, they’re still hot just how you like them!” You open the basket to show him the goodies, scooching over on the big seat to give him room to sit down. He was quiet today, stiff too. You tried not to show your concern as he picked up the bag and sniffed it. It was times like these when you could pay close attention to the way his face looked, admiring the roundness of his cheeks that complimented his sharp jaw. 

Kirishima only grunts as he sits away from you, his quiet and fidgety demeanor worrying you a bit. Your eyes observed his statue that had a light sheen of sweat layering his tanned skin that was visible to the eyes, his brows scrunched angrily. His facial expression was one of heavy frustration even with how much he tried to hide it. Whatever he was trying to find using his snout appeared to not have been found, and he was once again on the hunt to find the source.

Kirishima proceeds to start sniffing again, this time pulling away to smell somewhere else. You couldn’t help but stare as his behavior was odd, flinching a bit when his nose led to sniffing around you. You tried to stay calm as he got closer, shifting awkwardly as you contemplated the right moment to ask about his demeanor. His breathing seemed a bit ragged too, his chest rising and falling as he avoided contact with you, even visually. 

“You’re… in heat.” 

If he couldn’t see the blush on your face you could certainly feel it.

“....what?"

“I can smell it, you’re aroused...” Eijiro responds simply. "And you smell really good."

He was still standing as he towered over you. He rested the basket next to you and didn’t move, his eyes dark with a glint you haven’t seen before. His hand comes up cup your jaw, his palm hot against your skin. You play with your sleeves as you grow flustered, laughing nervously as the thought of being in a lewd situation with the black-haired male starts to run through your head.

“Eijiro…” You start, looking up at him as he makes you look up at him by tilting your head up. You felt as though you were caught stealing from a cookie jar, hands covered in crumbs as you tried to hide the emotions stirring inside you that he could very obviously sense. 

His lips spare you the process of trying to come up with something to say as he presses his mouth against yours. You felt something spark as he did, your hands that were once clenched at your chest held his shoulders, stabilizing yourself when he forces you to lay down on the large tree stump you sat on. You tried to keep up with his kisses, opening up your mouth to let him in, fearing the pain of accidentally poking something if you chose to let your tongue wander in his. You moaned as his tongue poked and prodded in your hot cavern, his hands moving to grip your thighs to spread them apart as he got between them.

You hadn't noticed how big his body was, being so exposed to it so many times in such a friendly setting compared to this one. You daydreamed about this moment but never did you think it would happen so soon. Your heart hammers in your chest upon feeling his lips move so softly against yours, caring even. You could tell that he was the skilled one between you two and his kind way of gentleness showed with his fervent kisses. Unfortunately for him though, you didn't nearly have as much lung capacity as him to continue this unbroken kiss. 

One of your hands on his shoulders taps him as an indicator for a breather, the doting male taking the message. Your labored breaths mix with his as your eyes can't help but be glued to his in desperation. A timid mewl is ripped from your lips when his hands that once respectfully rested on the sides of your hips swoop down to grip the back of your thighs and reach behind you to squeeze your bum. Kirishima growls as the scent of your arousal heightens, his gaze darkening as he prepares himself to fuck you. 

"I-I didn't want to pounce on you like this but you smell so good." Kirishima rambles as his hands start to grope at your clothed skin. You couldn't do anything but just lay there and take it, watching up at him with curious eyes.

His strong and calloused hands trail up your body to grope your chest through your clothes, the heavy weight of his hands bringing a rush of excitement straight to your core. Whilst he fondles you he successfully manages to slide closer to you between your legs, your thighs resting on his as he gets comfortable. You bite your lip feeling his hard length now pressing against your core, a taunting sensation between the layers of clothes that restricts you. While your hands never left his shoulders his hands happily roamed your body. 

From when he was fondling you, he was able to unbutton some of your blouse, the top of your cleavage now exposed to him, and the beautiful light of the moon from atop the sky. You feel tightening in your chest as oxygen starts to run out from kissing for so long, your hands lightly pushing him away. He pulls away with a light growl that marks his excitement. Kirishima hadn't slept with humans often but had to remind himself that he had to be gentle…. at first. 

"Do you want this, Y/N?" Eijiro holds your chin to have you look up at him. You lightly gulp in excitement at the feeling of his rough hands on your jawline, a more than ready nod coming from you. 

"I want to, Eiji." You're not even sure how you managed to maintain eye contact after relaying that. Until now, you had only kissed other people but other than that it never went further. There wasn't much left to ponder about his experience in these activities, though. "Just be gentle, this is my first time, okay?"

He visibly portrays his shock at the revelation with a dropped jaw but quickly recovers by nodding his head in understanding. If anything, this is one of the best news he's heard in a while. Now it wasn't often that Kirishima thought about your sex life. When he did think about you having sex, other partners were never in the equation. Just purely you and him. Though on his part he was assuming your experience—it was just Ludacris to him that no one has gotten that far with you yet considering he could tell the way most of the males around you acted. 

Those festivals where he'd watch you from afar and get a jealous flutter in his chest fell testament to this, later his anger fueling into pure neediness in the comfort of his bedroom. He'd be straight-up lying if he said he wasn't crushing on you hard. You were as sweet as ever, pretty with a physique that suited you nicely, a smile that he fell in love with on the first day, and god you always smelled so good. Even in times when he'd playfully chase you down and you'd try and push him away in embarrassment of odor, it was that exact husk that drew him in closer. The pull that made him want to pin you down and fuck you raw.

Kirishima grips your hand and kisses the back of it as he stares deeply into your eyes. "Of course, anything for you."

You softly sucked in a breath feeling his hot hand slip down to palm your sex, the sensation so very foreign to you. Undoubtedly he could certainly sense the wetness through your clothes, another animalistic growl coming from him. He palms you in preparation for his eventual fucking, skilled hands rubbing at your labia and then playing with your clit. Your body jolts at the pleasure you receive from that certain area, a pained whimper in desperation slipping from your lips as you clawed at him. 

His deft fingers easily rubbed against your clothed core, determined to get you hot and ready for him. His eyes watch down in a predatory gaze as he watches your expressions for any behavior change, his pupils dilating in hunger as he watches your body open more and more for him. Once he's done pawing at you he presses his crouch right against yours, the heat and weight of his confined cock stirring a whimper from within you. You tilt your head back, hands still stuck on him as you pull him closer to your body instinctively. Kirishima wordlessly leans in to press more animalistic kisses to your neck, now utilizing his sharp teeth to nip and bite at your skin. He groans against your sweet skin as you start to grind against him as well, a revelation now settling in that you were impossibly sensitive in all areas of your neck. 

Usually by now, Kirishima would've fucked whoever was underneath him into oblivion already, but he was purposely taking it slower. He needed to tease and punish you for not being his any sooner. To make him wait so long to get between your luscious and squeezable thighs. 

"Eijiro," A louder moan encourages him when he roughly nips at the conjuncture of where your neck and collarbone meet, the sensation sending a hot shiver down your spine. Mixed with the friction of his heavy hips against yours you're shaking under him, eyes prickling with tears as an unfamiliar feeling starts to wash over you. "W-Wait—!" You try to tap his shoulder, the act has him unmoving as he himself already knew what you were experiencing. 

Kirishima leans up to witness the pleasurable experience wash over you, greedily taking in the fact it was him to accomplish it without even having to do anything. In seconds he's gripping your jaw and having you look at him as he places another searing kiss against your lips. You're sloppily meeting him halfway there with no doubt that his tongue has all the right to overpower yours. Your hands are lost in his hair whilst his are impatiently ripping off your clothes ready to take you under the moonlight. 

A line of saliva connects you two when he pulls away, the small connection popping when he licks his lips. Your mouth and skin tasted so sweet, that he'd have to remind himself to eat you out next time, preferably somewhere more romantic and private.

The male on top of you grunts as the cool air of the night hits his now exposed schlong, the naked member twitching at the sensation. It was a reminder that he needed it in somewhere warm and his solution was right in front of him. He groans once the scent of your fresh arousal hits his nose, it now being stronger than ever with your hot cunny in line of sight for him. You were a sight to behold, truly. Skin littered with his bite marks, a light sheen of sweat coating your skin and your pussy dripping in need for him. 

"Do you want it?" Kirishima asks with a growl in his voice. You had just come down from an orgasm and he didn't want to rush you.

"Give it to me, Eiji." 

He doesn't have the balls to play with you anymore and gets straight to it. He presses his bulbous head against your opening, rubbing it up and down your pussy lips as he tries to loosen you up. "Relax."

You bite your bottom lip and try to do as told, eyes glued to his raging hard cock. You hadn't seen a cock before now but you were a hundred percent sure this was the prettiest you have and will ever see. You shiver when he pokes his tip at your clit, the sensitivity from before making you squirm. Your eyes flicker up as you watch him spit on his cock for more lubrication, mixing the substance with your arousal and his precum to make it easier for you to take. 

"I'm going in--fuck." Kirishima breathes out as he inserts his dick into your gummy walls, the squeezing around him has him reeling in pleasure. With no remorse, he grips the back of your thighs and presses them against your body in a mating press, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as your cunt swallows his cock in this position. He tilts his head back as he slowly and surely rocks the rest of his length into your awaiting cunt, the ecstasy he was experiencing had never been felt before. It was almost reminiscent of the first time he had lost his virginity except this felt exponentially better. 

His hands nearly rip your shirt open to show your breasts to him, the restriction of your clothes around your breasts making them perk up for him. He licks his lips as your nipples harden even more at the attention. Your tits bounce with each thrust as he slowly tries to ease himself in, his excitement making it hard for him to stay patient. 

Your breathy moans are the only thing he can hear and focus on, totally zoning out on anything around him. Everything about you felt too good. The way you wrapped around his cock, how your hands gripped at him, the desperation in your voice, and the way that you felt under his hands was intoxicating. Kirishima had been waiting for this for so long and he could finally have it, have you. With patience, he was able to start rocking his hips faster and deeper into your cunt. The lewd noise of your pussy squelching with every thrust encouraged him to do more, to fuck you more passionately. 

His lips were busy marking up your skin not caring about the complaining you might have for later. Earlier when he was eagerly trying to take off your clothes he tried his best not to rip your clothes off but there was no guarantee his (kind) gesture came to fruition. That minuscule dilemma will be something to deal with when you both get there. 

His hand dips down to mindlessly play with your sensitive bean, humming in satisfaction when it elicits a sharper moan from you. You're grinding your hips against his with vigor, body shameless in the pleasure it receives from him. Your eyes could barely focus on anything specific as the male you once considered a friend completely obliterates your cunt. Tears prickle at your eyes as you start to feel an intense sensation that washed over your body not too long ago.

"E-Eiji," You pant out, head lifting lightly from the wood. 

Kirishima's head immediately lifts from your skin and looks up at you, you two millimeters apart from each other's faces. "You close, babe?" 

You nod frantically and wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in closer. He groans at how well you're able to take him, the new position allowing you to take in his cock fully. He softly coos as you try to stick it out, a pained but pleasured expression adorning your features. 

"Cum on my cock, baby."

The buzzing in your system doesn't die down, everywhere in your body feels as though it's on fire. You're engulfed in everything he gives you and refuse to let this moment go. Your body is raging with white-hot arousal as you come undone with the help of a few thrusts and his fondling. You groan happily as he grips your thighs and presses them against your body again, an unfamiliar swelling at the base of his cock forming at the base of his cock and slamming against your pussy with each thrust. You peek down to see the inflation, a bit of worry rushing into your system. 

Kirishima cusses as he lets go of one of your legs and pulls out, his spunk immediately spilling onto your pubic area and pussy, successfully covering you in his load. You whimper at how much there is, some getting on your clothes and the already defiled tree trunk from the spillage. You felt yucky with all the sweat and fluids and felt like it was prime time to go to sleep. 

You shyly make eye contact with him and let out a nervous giggle, happily welcoming an approaching kiss as he leans in to take your lips against his. You two gradually come down from your high, your body now slumped against the flat surface of the massive cut-down tree. 

You two will figure out what you are later. 

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[in-the-void-be-like]

--Spoiler--

-maybe i don't have a fear of eyes and that maybe i'm just afraid of big things? Yeah idk, when zolphius came into view i had the same unnerving feeling from when i stare at his...eyes and even though he didn't seem to have any as of now, the feeling was still there.

-Well i'm upset there was no bouncy castle, i was giggling at the damn choo choo train. And... i'd say jesters voice was top teir! He's a sad gemlin who wants his queen to laugh

-Either banban still believes he's uthman or uthman is banban?

-What'd you think zolphius would want with mr kabob anyway? I had a headcannon banban would of hated kabob and i was kinda right?

-nabnab is a little shit, at first he came off as misunderstood and then pulled 'lmao jk' to banban and had a fight! Then there was giv blood?

-queen bounceila and toadsters voices were also top teir. She's like a old grandma asking for her grandchild to come visit😭 and sheriff toadster gives off dilf vibes ngl

just let the dam mascots be happy !

[cishetlessfashion]

you will always be a woman 🫶 but you go keep being delusional pooner, in the end you will always be a cis girl with a female brain

That pussy better stank, otherwise I don't want it

Popped a Perc 30, got straight to fuckin'

That pussy dulce, smokin' fentanyl-laced cereal milk, I see God

This shit ain't nothin' to me, man

That pussy got me screamin', cryin', pissin', shittin', shootin' ropes

Yeah, we gettin' that Pirate Bay, alien shish kabob, cordyceps money

I hope them aliens are real, so that I have more things to fuck

Smokin' the Qui-Gon Jinn, Vietnamese, Phillips-head runtz

She suck me, like a cordless Dyson V8

I'm in a k-hole lickin' balloon knot

When I got the meat cannon, I bе shootin' straight rope

This shit ain't nothin' to me, man

Chanel optics got mе seein' shit

I need fentanyl, slime

I just popped a whole garbanzo bean, fuck you mean?

I smoke real Emrānī, rapscallion ghost nuggets

Y'all can't fuck with me

I'm him, I been him, I will continue to be him

Yellow rubies glistenin', like piss

Gulpin' sea monkeys by the gallon, my tummy feel crazy

That coochie yummy, slime

That coochie doin' it for me, slime

They thought they could stop a demon, I'm back

The zaza got me speakin' Esperanto

This shit ain't nothin' to me, man

We out here cloud seedin', the scope gleamin'

You can't trust me, I don't even trust myself

I don't even know who I am anymore, I'm gettin' too much money

Ass so fat, I'm peakin' off this Danny Phantom, slime

Can you remind me who I am?

Get the president on the phone now

I fronted him a brick, I need my money

[dark-elf-writes]

Sasuke: I want to put my hand inside him and feel his heart beat against my fingers. Only then can I can hold his life in my hands in all the ways I truly desire.

Eraserhead who is not payed enough for this shit at all: do I have to report you for premeditated murder or…?

Alternatively, Sasuke is just so fucking normal here it’s offensive. Like no clan murder, no traumatizing older brother, no trauma activated eyeballs (if that’s not his quirk or a specific requirement for them), and no Orochimaru coming for his ass. He is every “happy Sasuke” fix it fic that ever breathed normalcy into him. He’s ex-Uchiha so he’ll always a bit like That, but Naruto is absolutely bamboozled that the man that wanted to kill him for being his best friend is just…normal now.

Alternatively Alternatively, Sasuke is still batshit insane but compared to his old self it’s practically mellow. Naruto is the only mf that thinks he’s normal and no one else knows how to handle it.

Naruto: I’m surprised he didn’t do anything worse to them!

Someone(?): He just put three men in a hospital for annoying him, how could it be worse?

Naruto: Heh, I guess he just reminds me of a friend that I used to have. He once put a hand through his BFFs rib cage!

Someone(?): …is the BFF okay?

Naruto: Oh yeah! I’m all good now :D

Someone(?): *whispers with feeling* what the fuck

Sasuke: I want to feel his lifeblood coating my palms and know that it’s only my own hand that’s keeping him from bleeding out

Shouta: Please for the love of god either block him or fuck him I cannot handle this.

—

Tbh the thought of Normal Sasuke freaks me out more than “make my friend into a kabob rather than confront my bisexuality” Sasuke but I could definitely see him being more toned down than canon. At least for everyone but Naruto because, again, Male Bisexuality Demon. He’s still Like That because of his genetic inability to Not but he probably won’t run to a villain for the power to murder his own brother…

Probably

[foxingpeculiar]

Lies of P blogging (Spoilers up through Rose Isabella Street or w/e).

Most of what I remember about the second part of the cathedral level is trying not to walk in the decay swamp before burning it off. I did do Cecile’s little questline and got the record from her, though (and it’s my favorite so far). Father What’s-His-Nuts wasn’t that bad. With the Specter to break aggro, I just gave him a wide berth and did my best to parry his spinning attacks when I got close. The second health bar kinda threw me, but didn’t change the fight too much. Got it on the third try, no muss, no fuss.

So then I was in the Malum District and ran into the Fox and Cat again. In fact, we even ran part of the level together! That was fun. And it was nice having backup for once. But then, of course, they fucked off.

I think I might’ve fucked up here, though. There was a zombie guy trapped behind a grate just past the Stargazer, and I just kind of reacted and killed him before he could pop out at me. But then, when I died later, it didn’t respawn. So now I’m like “shit, I shouldn’t have done that.” I don’t know what it’s going to affect, but it feels significant.

The District itself wasn’t too bad. The only tricky bit was the big guy wandering around the fire in the plaza. He’s guarding some treasure I still haven’t managed to nick, but I’ll head back for it.

Then there was the Black Rabbit Brotherhood fight JFC that main guy hits like a truck! And you’d think somebody with that kind of power would be slow, but no! I never for a minute felt in control of this fight, but somehow managed to squeak by on the third try (and I do mean squeak—no pulse charges and within one hit of being killed). Most of the fights so far I feel confident about, but this one I don’t know if I could do again, cos I’m not sure how I managed it.

So now I’m in Rose Isabella Street getting skewered by The White Lady. This bitch is fast, AND she can parry me, which I sure don’t love.

Story-wise it still hasn’t really come into focus. That the Alchemists are up to something seems more and more evident, but I don’t know what. It has something to do with the Golden Coin Fruit, I think, or maybe being cut off from it by Antonia? Also, I found that portrait of the boy who looks like me and now I’m pretty convinced that Geppetto remade his dead son into me, and that makes me not trust him, in like a Pet Sematary, “sometimes, dead is better” kind of way.

I also got the record from the merchant in the Lobster Inn, and I found the old lady who wants a “tipple” (what a delightful word) of wine. I like her style.

But yeah, further updates once I figure out how to not get turned into shish-kabob on this lady’s rapier.

[clowncar27]

RANT !!! THIS IS A RANT !!!

What was my birthday gift to myself? A job, apparently. Recently got a job at Walmart as a stocker (yipee!)- been working for a week, I think? It's pretty weird and new. Honestly thought I wasn't going to get the job bc I got so nervous during the interview, I couldn't even answer the first question I got. Anxiety sucks balls.

The job is okay, nothing really upsets me except the palette jacks. I swear those things hate me! I accidentally rolled over my foot once, they're stupid hard to steer. I see my coworkers handle them with such ease, and like- hey! Gimme your power. I'll get good eventually- That and socializing. I'm not good at talking to people

At orientation I was put stocking clothes, mostly pants- I didn't like folding, suck at that, but I liked finding out where things went and making them look neat. Honestly I hope I'm not put with apparel again. During training I worked on the paper towels and tissues, which was fun. I watched as someone took one and left it on the floor at the other end of the aisle. Oh! and I found a Pokemon card underneath the shelves.

I noticed I'm poor when I comes to helping the costumers find things- I know I shop there, but...idk where shit is tbh! Someone asked where the meat sticks where- Kabobs- and I was of no help. Found them the other day, they're in the party sections!! The party sections!! No way I would've guessed that! I actively dread the first and last hours of my shift bc I hate saying "idk" to people.

At the moment, I like the sections I've been assigned to. I'm in the art, office, and party section (yay!)- Love paper... and yarn! A few things I remember, I had two items so far I had trouble lifting. Now I'm not that strong, I sit on my ass all day, but I figured it out. The first was those bulk of computer papers, crushed my finger, terrible first impression. I didn't want to ask for help, don't like asking for help, but I did manage to lift it with my knee.

The second was this safe- lucky for me, someone left a rather ominous cart in the middle of the aisle, so I used that to move it. Honestly thought I was gonna break the cart, it was one of those small ones.

Other things uh... a weird looking bug came out of one box. Got scared and killed it with my box cutter. Didn't find anymore so I wasn't concerned. I almost fell off the topstock ladder bc it started rolling suddenly, so now I shake it before stepping on. My new favorite phrase is "I love gutting boxes!"

Overall the job is pretty nice, I'm always on the move. I made my goal of 25 Km in Pokemon Go so ig that says something! I always have this goofy smile on my face, so that’s good. I love that I'm alone for the most part, and I feel very satisfied when I can solve problems on my own. And oh boy, I can't wait to get paid! I wanna buy...fnaf stuff.. Youtooz Mxes figure... Hex Withered Freddy... !!! Uhh Mario Partyy!! cool stuff like that lmao

The only downside is not being able to draw and watch youtube 24/7, but I'll work around that, quite literally. Upside is I can listen to music

Okay I'm bored of typing, goodbye.

[thefatcat-13]

i wanna talk abt crabs again and you have to deal with it sry man 🤷‍♂️

pom pom crabs my beloved 😍😍

okay so they are obviously the coolest guy you have ever seen like obviously but like what are their pom poms i hear you asking, they are actually sea anemones! the crabs have pores on their claws that are specifically made to hold sea anemones!! they do make it harder to hold anything else but thats like fineeee

“okay but like why would you want to hold sea anemones thats kinda dumb right?” i hear you asking as if you wouldnt kill to hold the little guy too. well its so that they can attack of course!! the sea anemone is poisonous so they basically use them as boxing gloves (which is probably why another more common name for then is boxer crabs) to fight other sea creatures!!

“well i bet they dont even care about their sea anemones. i bet they would leave them out to dry if necessary. i bet these evil crabs would just leave their sea anemones and spit in the face of a sea anemone before turning their back on the one thing that kept them alive, not even flinching when a harpoon comes out of nowhere and skewers the sea anemone like some sick kind of kabob.” woah! calm down there! it sounds like you either have some kind of feelings you need to work out or you just really like writing angsty stuff! anyways thats actually not true, if two boxer crabs meet and one has sea anemones and the other doesnt then they fill fight to the death for the sea anemones. like tear eachother in half for the sea anemones. wild man.

anyways when you said the super angsty shit and i told you it wasnt true? i kinda maybe sorta lied a bit. they actually intentionally starve the sea amenones to keep them small enough to hold. yeah sorry about that man.

[perenial]

you're one of the few i trust in the it fandom so. can you give some of your fav reddie fic recs pretty please??

okay. so,

this wouldn't be a gene perenial neé eurythmix rec list if i didn't hype up my main bitch cait @hyruling and a few of her stunning fics:

footprints in the snow | rated: e, wc: 62k

Eddie meets comedian and rising star Richie Tozier at a comedy club, and his life is promptly turned upside down. His Twitter followers jump from 80 to 80,000 overnight, he's being photographed in the subway, and the dreams that have plagued him his entire life are becoming increasingly specific and haunting. Richie feels strangely like the home he's long forgotten, and falling into friendship with him is the easiest thing he's ever done. But the closer they get, the clearer it becomes that Richie is hiding something.

we've been here before | rated: e, wc: 71k

Richie starts seeing Eddie everywhere after Derry. He's obviously hallucinating, until he isn't.

call my bluff, call you babe | rated: e, wc: 29k

"Why can’t I ask Bill?” 

“Because— he’s basically a celebrity too. That’s just. It’s already weird enough to people that you two even know each other, pretending to be romantically involved is just opening up a whole can of worms. I’m outside.”

“‘Romantically involved’, when did you start writing for The Sun, Eds,” Richie teases with a chuckle, just as Eddie reaches the final turn down Richie’s hallway. “That doesn’t really… I mean, people know we were friends when we were kids, so—”

“Just pretend to be my date,” Eddie says, and—

And nearly throws his phone into the fucking wall.

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it also wouldn't be a rec list by me if i didn't talk about the incomparable mars @playedwright​ who totally changed the game with this little number:

let me name the stars for you | rated: m, wc: 58k

“So. To summarize. I’m stranded on Mars, entirely alone. I have absolutely no way to communicate with my crew or with earth, since our communications antennae turned me into a human shish-kabob. If the oxygenator becomes compromised, I’ll suffocate. If the water reclaimer stops working, I’ll dehydrate. Breach in the Hab means I’ll go poof. And if, for some god-forsaken reason none of those things kill me first, I’m gonna run out of food and starve to death. Oh, and we can’t forget that everyone I know thinks I’m dead. So… yup. Totally fucked.”

*

On Sol 6, an unexpected windstorm cuts the Ares III Mission short and six astronauts retreat back to Earth.

On Sol 7, the astronaut they left behind wakes up gasping for air.

(Or, The Martian au)

[part one of a series that will genuinely change ur life]

i was going to list all my other fave mars fics but im gonna be honest they all blow my dick clean off so just. read everything they’ve written, capiche?

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misc fics that make me feel like wailing and screaming and crying etc etc:

in the heat of the summer (you’re so different from the rest) | rated: e, wc: 109k

 There’s a heatwave in L.A., the first time Richie sees Eddie naked.

  or

  One very hot year in the life of two idiots in love, working shit out.

[gene notes: so like. @skinks​ is an icon and i’ve yet to read anything, fic or original work, that captures atmosphere as well as joe does with this absolute behemoth. and i can GUARANTEE u’ll never read a hornier piece of writing. what a legend]

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the more light series | rated: t, combined wc: 34k

When Mike calls from Derry, Patty answers the phone instead.

[gene notes: @theparadigmshifts​ my bestie @theparadigmshifts​!! be sure to read their other IT fics too, there’s some fab hanbrough & stanpat in there]

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trashmouth for sale, gently used | rated: e, wc: 19k

“Richie is an award winning comedian and voice actor, originally from Derry, Maine. He’s a six-foot-two Pisces, and in case dinner goes very badly- CPR certified,” the auctioneer recites joylessly, while Richie is in stitches at her side. “Richie enjoys long walks on the beach, 1-800 number jingles, and debating the civil rights of robots. You can select any venue in New York for your dinner, but Richie says he especially enjoys Thai food and frozen custard and describes himself as a bottomless pit-”

Richie taps the auctioneer's shoulder and leans into the mic. “That’s a typo. That should say just ‘bottom’.”

   -

While Richie gets roped into a bachelor auction, Eddie struggles with his own worth.

[gene notes: holy shit i just found out this is the same @stitchyblogs​ who wrote a bunch of ofmd fics i love?? and they have more IT stuff i haven’t read??? AND their art is spectacular????]

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the stupid deep series | rated: e, combined wc: 66k

Richie has a big dick, and Eddie is into it.

[gene notes: this anon writes p/orn like no one else and their characterisation is spot on to boot, what more could u want]

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broken record | rated: e, wc: 55k

The house on Neibolt was standing again.

Bill was talking about going in alone. How?

“So does somebody want to say something?” Eddie asked, still breathing, still fucking breathing and alive and not dripping his Goddamn organs out of his chest.

“Richie said it the b-best when we were here last,” Bill said.

“Holy fuck.”

[gene notes: THEEEE time loop fic of all time. OF ALL TIME. i genuinely cannot overstate how good this fic is – it takes a relatively simple premise and goes places that make u want to start eating drywall. @spunknbite​ is a genius and i’ll be thinking abt this fic for the rest of my life probably]

[bonus spunknbite fic that has nothing to do with broken record but was a gift to me (!!) and i’ll never shut up abt it]

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five things to do in derry when you’re dead | rated: t, wc: 3k

When he opens his eyes, there’s darkness out the window and a hand hovering over his chest.

“You know,” Eddie mutters, squinting up at it. “You could at least buy me dinner first.”

The answer he gets is an odd, choked noise. It’s halfway between a laugh and a sob.

*

Something dies. Something grows. The universe tries to keep itself balanced.

[gene notes: no joke, this is the fic that got me into the fandom]

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the quickest way to a man’s heart series | rated: t & e, combined wc: 16k

"Are you... allowed to do that?"

The guy's forehead turns into a mess of wrinkles as he raises his eyebrows and gives a little bark of a laugh.  Richie recognizes him just as the guy says "Dude, it's my fucking restaurant."

[gene notes: CHEF EDDIE CHEF EDDIE CHEF EDDIE CHEF EDDIE]

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slow down, you crazy child | rated: t, wc: 20k

Richie looks down at his own body and like the bed and the bedroom before it, he doesn’t recognize what he sees.

A broken sound escapes his lips and he slaps his hand to his mouth. Then he pulls his hand away, looks at it again, and slaps it back in place before his mouth gets any smart ideas.

“What the fuck,” he says against his not-hand.

(A 13 Going on 30 AU, sort of.)

[gene notes: have i mentioned how much i love time travel stories recently. bc it’s A Lot]

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now what i’m gonna say may sound indelicate | rated: e, wc: 374k

Eddie Kaspbrak has lived his whole life being told that he's delicate, and he's not. And nearly bleeding out in an alien fear demon's lair has helped him realize that--as well as what he can live through. It puts his priorities in some perspective.

What he is, is injured. And married. To like, a woman. And gay. And stupidly, stupidly in love with Richie Tozier, after all these years. And he'd like to use his new lease on life to act on many of these things, if only Richie would cooperate.

[gene notes: okay so this one is a wip and i haven’t even finished reading what’s been posted (see: 374k word count) but i HAD to rec it bc it’s one of the best post-chap 2 fics i’ve read – the characterisation is stellar, the story is painfully real, and the writing is just?? so good??? man i’ve gotta read this author’s other stuff im in love]

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there are SO many other fics out there that im sure i’ve forgotten (+ i haven’t been actively looking for reddie stuff since like.....mid 2020) so this isn’t the most comprehensive rec list out there but!! these are the ones that have rly stood out to me over the years and i hope u find something in this mess u’ll enjoy 💕

[general-kalani]

YOUR CHARACTER: IN 10 QUOTES

tell us your favorite quotes from your character. give us an idea of who they are by the things they’ve said. then tag your friends.

tagged by: @strongfuck​ { Thank you for the tag! }

tagging: Whoever wants to do this!

(sigh) Alright. This is General Knoxx. I don't really want to be here. This planet smells like hemorrhoids wrapped in bacon. I sent Steele to this planet to take care of this little problem and also because-- seriously have you heard her? She talks all the time. And hello, have you met our friend the sun?! So, I guess thanks for turning her into a meat kabob. Also, I'm going to kill you and stuff. Cheers, mate.

Hey man, me again. The Admiral gave me a to-do list for today written in crayon. Seriously, he spelled 'prison' with a picture of a tree and some macaroni glued to it. I work for children... literally, the Admiral is five. Five. Goddamn nepotism. Oh, hey, I sent Gamma team over to kill you. No hard feelings. Love!

Hey, so I guess I was wrong. I thought you were going to be cool and help me get out of here, but... You would not believe the shit that I have to put up with. The Admiral just made me French toast out of a sock and some freakin' gum. Mate, all bets are off, I'm gonna have to kill you now. Hehe, sorry.

General Knoxx update to Admiral Mikey, log file two. Do I really have to say that every time? Seems a bit verbose when updatin' you on my current actions and ordeals. Anyway, um, perhaps this is some kind of a joke sir. I had begun stock piling the munitions for what I believed to be the mission at hand, that is retaking Pandora to ensure our control over alien technology which ensures our intergalactic dominance, when I received a package from you marked 'Orders: Urgent.' Its contents included: a mix tape, fourteen sponges, and what I believed to be melted chocolate. I expect this situation to be rectified shortly. General Knoxx, out.

Admiral. I'm not sure if I have offended you in some previous life and you are exacting revenge by watching me unravel at the seams. I have received your sit-rep written with magic marker on the back of a cupcake. It reads, 'Cats are kool!' And you misspelled 'cool'. I did work my entire life for this position. This ECHO is to inform you that I will be running the operation from here and will be ignoring all further transmissions from you. Bye.

Well that's just inappropriate timing. I got tired of waiting and was hoping to be dead before you got here – I can't stand this place.

That's it? And corporate was all worried about you.

You'll be back! These guns aren't stealing themselves!

If I survive this, the first medic I see is getting latrine duty for a year!

Tell the Admiral I hate him.

[saanphoenix]

Question.

In the trailer, at the end, Aerith says she's looking for someone. I think it's Cloud who says, "Sorry. Feel like I failed you."

Remove the visuals. Yeet Zack and Angeal from your minds for a sec.

Isn't Aerith's dialogue directed at Cloud? Like, doesn't she tell him, during the date scene, that she's searching for him? And Cloud's like, "...? I'm right here?"

And Cloud's dialogue reminds me of that part where he beats the shit out of her, gets knocked out, has the dream sequence, and then...kabobs.

I don't remember exact dialogue from OG during post-Temple to City of the Ancients. It has bee a hot minute since I played the game. But like...that's reminding me of that?

That, or it's new dialogue directed at Tifa, because it's echoing what he thought during the Air Buster fight.

Also, I know they were showing Cloud walking with Sephiroth, insinuating Nibelheim flashback, but Cloud says he thought Tifa was a goner and I KNOW he says that to her later in the game.

...We're being bamboozled, I just can't pinpoint in what exact way.

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY! Aerith says that the past is set in stone and is forever but it's the future that can change.

WE know better. We know better because *jazz hands at Zack* I don't think Aerith's got all the deets on wibly-wobly timey-wimey. And don’t think I didn't notice the Lifestream sparkles in the clouds before that white feather showed up. I see you.

[hitchell-mope]

(Third film. After “defying gravity”. Mal’s Id looks worried and is anxiously looking up at the sky when he notices the audience)

Id: oh. Hello. You’re back. Um. So yeah. The, uh, trip-quad-tych didn’t really work out. I uh. I need to find Mal. Outside the barrier. And um.

Ben’s Ego: it’s alright. I’ll take over. You look for Mal. It’ll fine. I promise.

Id: thank you

(He disappears in a puff of green smoke. Ego turns to the audience)

Ego: hello everyone. I’m Ben’s Ego. And I’ll be taking over the narration for the time being. Which means that the quadtych is back on. So without further ado. I present to you. The Aftermath

(The screen fades into royal blue smoke and reforms onto Dizzy and Celia trying to escape from Arendelle Palace)

Celia: read?

Dizzy: yeah

Celia: let’s go

(This is when “just a kid” happens. After the song.)

Celia: 🎶oh Anna. Kristoff🎶. Ya got visitors

Anna: ooooh. Who is it-holy shit. Kristoff you take her arms. I’ll take her legs

Celia: so what happened to make her pass out?

Ned: she saw Harry Hook get killed.

Celia: YEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!!! WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP!!!!

Squeaky: YAAAAY!!!! UMA’S HERE!!!! Where’s Harry?

Dizzy: care to utter another “whoop”?

Celia: oh damn.

(In the sitting room)

Kristoff: how’d we wake her up?

Anna: I have smelling salts. The good kind. Not the road grit that Olaf smokes because he likes how it makes him feel floaty.

Celia: those won’t work your maj.

Anna: then what will?

Celia: this

(She slaps Uma around the face with all her might)

Uma (bolting awake): SHISH-KABOB TUNA!!!! What happened?

Celia (pulling Ned down to her level): can I tell? Oh please can I tell her?

Ned: no. You’ll enjoy it too much.

Celia: eh. When he’s right, he’s right.

Ned: Captain Facillier. There was an accident on the RLS Legacy.

Uma (ashen faced and near tears): I remember. Oh god it hapoened again!

Celia (her voice full of malice): only this time there’s nothing you can do to save him!

Anna: ok missy. I think it’s time for dinner.

Celia: I’ve seen your cooking so no it isn’t.

Ned: um. Your highnesses. It might be good for Uma if she’s around her peers for the time being.

Anna: okey-dokey. The twins have been begging for spaghetti and meatballs.

Dizzy: don’t blanche the meatballs. The boys are terrified of snow.

(Anna gives her a withering look)

Dizzy: sorry. Couldn’t resist.

Uma: why does this keep happening to me? Every time I think things are okay. It all goes to hell.

Celia: I’ve got an answer. The universe hates you.

Ned: Celia c’mon.

Celia: well it’s true. I mean. Think about it. Mal’s magic is more powerful than Uma’s. She can turn into a dragon. She’s won the heart of not only The Dashing King. But the hearts of his people as well. And he’s the only who can actually get kids off the island. Whereas Uma has nothing angry. Bad plans. And traumas from spending a year in a grotto with nothing but our mother and a barnaclised pirate for company. And the pirate just got killed in front of her. So yeah. The universe hates her.

Uma: THAT DOES IT!!!!

(She launches herself at Celia who easily flips her off and sends her shadows at her)

Celia: do you really think you’re fooling anyone with that getup? I have shadow magic. You have sea witch. Deal with it. Embrace it. Use it. Or the both of them will kill you.

(She releases Uma from the shadows)

Uma: I hate you!

Celia: I’m okay with that. I’ve got Mal. She actually looked out for me when didn’t.

Uma: only under threat from our father.

Celia: or maybe, just maybe, she’s a good person who isn’t obsessed with a ten year old grudge

Uma: I’m over that.

Celia: are you? Are you really? Because what you just said really would imply otherwise. Let’s just, use the cards, shall we?

Uma: oh god here we go

(Celia splays put the tarot cards. This is when “I’m just a kid” happens. After the song)

Uma: you’re a cow you know they don’t you?

Celia: hm. Yeah. Doesn’t bother me though

(She sits down on the couch and starts scrolling through her phone)

Ned: I’m sure Celia didn’t mean it.

Uma: huh. The hell she didn’t. We’re not like Ben and Gil. We don’t get on. We’re more like Mal and Evie.

Ned: albeit further apart in age.

Uma: true.

Ned: but, um, think of it this way. You’re safe for now. And once you’ve recuperated. Maybe you can, I dunno, rejoin the fight. If you want. Like. Every cloud has a silver lining. Maybe when your heads clearer you can find yours.

Uma: true. True. Very, very true.

(She constructs a wet bar out of thin air)

Uma: could you pour? Only these things hate me.

Ned: um. Sure

Uma: thanks. But you know, there’s a slight flaw in your logic

Ned: yeah? What’s that

(This is when “fuck a silver lining” happens. After the song)

Uma: thanks for the drink.

Celia: yeah. You’ll let people serve you booze. You’ll let them take the blame. But god forbid you let them help you. You’d much rather do everything on your own. Never mind anyone else.

Uma: I am on my own. I’ve always been on my own. It’s always been just me.

Celia: and Gil. And the crew. And Ben. And dad. And me. And Mal. And Carlos. And-

Uma: ENOUGH!!!! YOU DON’T KNOW ME!!!! YOU NEVER DID!!!! Leave me alone. Just. Just fuck off. And leave me the fuck alone.

(Uma storms off)

Celia (smiling at Ned): wait right her.

(Her expression darkens and she storms off after Uma. This is when “me against the world” happens. After the song. The hallucination ends just as Ned runs in and pulls Uma’s hands away from Celia)

Celia: you. BITCH!

Uma: wazzit. Whahappened?

Celia: you tried to kill me. Why? Why would you try to kill me? Why?

Uma: you? You weren’t there. It was. It was Ursula.

Celia: what?

Uma: you disappeared and she took your place. She goaded me. I had to kill her. Or she woulda killed me.

Celia: WHAT?!?!

Ned: you hallucinated? Didn’t you?

Celia: she hallucinated? Oh that’s fine. She hallucinated. That makes everything alright. Oh wait. NO IT FUCKING DOESN’T!!!! You need to stop this!

Uma: stop? Stop what?

Celia: THIS! STOP DOING THIS! Stop resorting to violence when you feel trapped or pissed off or impatient.

Uma: I do not do that!

Celia: really? Let’s see now. Kidnapping Ben. Hypnotising Ben. Tying Mal to a tree and trying to burn her alive. Confronting our mother. Trying to seduce Doug. All of this and more all because you couldn’t wait, didn’t want to wait, got mad or misjudged your own abilities. You don’t let the people who want to help you help you. And that is why you lost a year with Harry.

(Uma slaps Celia around the face. To which Celia just laughs)

Celia: we’re finally getting somewhere. You lose Uma. That’s all you ever do. Wait outside and lose. And you keep the goddamn door shut so no one can ever get in. Not to help you. Not to yell at you. Nothing. Not a single damn thing.

Uma: you don’t know me. You don’t know a single damn thing about.

Celia: then tell me.

(This is when “waving through a window” happens. After the song. Ned pulls Celia back and turns her so she faces him)

Ned: was that really necessary?

Celia (Cheshire Cat smile oh her face): yep.

Ned: really?

Celia: yes.

Ned: why?

Celia: because, O Prince, a painful epiphany is the perfect path to punt my prick of a sister out of the funk she’s in.

Ned:....you ran out of P sounds didn’t you?

Celia:....yes. Now let’s go find her. There’s another thing you need to know about

(In one of the guest rooms. Uma’s sitting at the foot of the, breathing heavily and trying desperately to calm herself down)

Celia: 🎶knock knock knock🎶

Uma: go. Away. Celia.

Ned: hey.

Uma: okay. You. You can stay. Just get her out of my face before I kill her.

Celia: oh don’t you want Neddy to know what you did in Halloweentown?

(Uma blanches and rounds on her sister)

Uma: Ned does not need to know that

Celia: why? Because you’ve got a big old crush on him that can be seen from Pluto?

Uma (unconvincingly): n-no. I don’t know what you’re talking about

Celia: oh please. We’re in a fairytale sis. And you’ve met a handsome prince. Do the math

Ned: awwww. Thank you Celia. That was really nice of you.

Celia: eh. You’re handsome to Uma. To me you’ve just got a very symmetrical face.

Ned: still. It’s the first time you’ve said something nice to anyone since this morning. So it counts. 🎶You’re a good person🎶. So HAH!

Celia (chuckling to herself): whatever. Ahem. Anyway. You need to tell him what happened in Halloweentown.

Ned: oh god. What happened in Halloweentown? Did you get hurt?

Uma (reluctantly): not physically. Oh god what the hell. Okay look. When Doug and I went to the ruins of halloweentown to find and collect the Cromwell Gift. I made a....critical error in judgement. Some might say I committed a grievous act of stupidity.

Celia (having enough of Uma’s evasiveness): oh for fucks sake. She tried to seduce Doug even though he’s with Evie. Now was that really so hard?

(Uma just glares at her sister, silently seething)

Ned: ahhhh

Uma: there were. Extenuating factors

Celia: really? Care to expand on that?

Uma: yes. Gladly.

(This is when “one little slip” happens. After the song. Ned turns to Celia)

Ned: go down to dinner.

Celia: what? Why? I’m not hungry.

Ned (his eyes glowing brightest electric teal): go down. To dinner.

Celia: ah. Yes. Okay. Buh bye.

(She disappears in a puff of fuchsia smoke. Ned turns to Uma)

Ned: hey. Um. Can we talk?

Uma: if you want to Rivers. It ain’t my house.

Ned (chuckling): good joke.

Uma: what joke?

Ned: oh. Uh. Nothing.

Uma: ah.

Ned: anyway. Um. Your sister is a bit of a piece of work

Uma: heheh. Yeah.

Ned: I do think she has somewhat of a point

Uma: oh god not you too.

(She walks out to the balcony swiftly followed by Ned)

Ned: now, now, hear me out. I’ve shadowed my dad for years. I know when someone’s worried whether they have isn’t real so they start pushing it away in case in blows up in their face.

Uma (uncertainly): okay....

Ned: it’s not your. God knows it’s not anyone’s fault. You just. Don’t want to be hurt again

Uma: yeah. Probably. I just. I don’t want to screw this up. You know? What Ben’s done for me. I kidnapped him. I hypnotised him. I tried to kill Mal. And he knighted me. Made me his bodyguard. I don’t want to disappoint him. Oh god that sounds pathetic.

Ned: no. No it doesn’t. It sounds human.

Uma: oh Christ that’s even worse.

(Ned chuckles again)

Uma: why do you do that?

Ned: do what?

Uma: laugh when I make those shel loathing comments. If I didn’t know any better I’d think that you like me.

Ned: I do like you. In fact. I like you. In the way that you allegedly like me. Like Ben likes Mal. And Gil likes Lonnie. And Elsa likes chocolate fountains.

Uma (realising what he’s saying): oh.

Ned: can I....can I say something?

Uma (squeaking slightly): mhmm.

(This is when “don’t let go” happens. After the song. Uma let’s go of Ned’s hand)

Uma: I think....I think you should go get something to eat now. It’s been hours. You must be hungry.

Ned (really not wanting to leave Uma but knowing she wants to be alone for now): o-okay

(He teleports away in a puff of teal smoke. Once he’s gone. Uma wrenches a massive chunk stone off of the balcony railing and throws it back into the bedroom where it obliterates a vanity mirror. Uma then screams and collapses to her knees, sobbing her eyes out. In the dining room. Anna’s just noticed Ned taking a gander at the buffet table)

Anna: take whatever you like. There’s plenty to go around. There’s only Elsa, Kristoff and me here usually, but Jacques always cooks for like, 100 armies, so there’s always yacht loads left over.

Ned: thanks.

(He piles his plate high with ziti, roast beef and assorted veg)

Dizzy: you know. There’s an ice cream station too. All chocolate

Anna: yeah....some might say my sister and I have a chocolate. But I prefer to think that we’re innovators.

Kristoff: who have a chocolate addiction

Anna: yep.

Celia: so, uh, how’s your chat with my sister go?

Ned: none of your business.

Celia: she kicked you out didn’t she?

Anna: you know what. I might go up and see if Uma wants anything from the Buffett. It’s getting late. It’s been a long day for her. She must be feeling hungry by now.

Celia: 🎶she’ll kick you out🎶

Anna (jovially): I’m used to having does slammed in my face.

Kristoff: that’s not something to be proud of honey.

Anna (conceding his point): yeah, I know

(She heads up stairs. Ned starts eating but gets distracted by Squeaky and Squirmy doodling on napkins)

Ned: whatcha doing guys?

Squeaky: drawing.

Ned: cars? Food? Intricate landscapes?

Squirmy: grown up stuff.

Ned: like what?

Dizzy: I think that’s an inside out cat.

Celia: nah. Looks more like Popeye to me.

Smee twins: no it’s not

Ned: you’re right boys. It’s a tv isn’t it?

Squeaky: maaaaybe....

Squirmy: I’m drawing trees

Squeaky (adorably outraged): you aren’t supposed to tell him!!!!

Squirmy: 🎶sorry🎶

Squeaky: that’s okay.

Dizzy: ohhhh. You’re drawing what you wanna do when you grow up

Smee twins: YAAAAY!!!! YOU GOT IT!!!!

Dizzy: do I get a prize?

Squeaky: no.

Dizzy: oh man.

Ned: you two got plans for when you get older?

Celia: eh. Bits and pieces.

Dizzy: mostly lazing around

Ned: of course.

Squeaky: wanna hear it?

Ned: go for it kiddo.

(This is when “when I grow up” happens. After the song. Uma still doesn’t look at Anna)

Uma: it’s not that I don’t appreciate the whole “concerned adult” routine and everting. But I’m really not in the mood for a pep talk right now

Anna: sorry. Buffets open 24/7 if you want something to eat. Just thought you should know.

(Anna gets up to leave but Uma stops her)

Uma: did you ever make a mistake that you wish had never happened?

Anna: mhmm

Uma: what was it?

Anna: years ago. I got engaged

Uma: Hans Westerguard. I know that He bragged about to anyone in his line of sight.

Anna: oh jeez. Anyway. It’s not the engagement itself that I regret, per se, although that was pretty damn stupid of me, it’s what I did to my sister afterwards. I shouldn’t have pushed to talk to me when she wasn’t ready. And I shouldn’t have assumed she was in control of the class three kill storm that followed.

Uma: oh. But it worked out in the end right?

Anna: if it hadn’t then I wouldn’t be here right now then would I?

Uma: good point

Anna: I know you’re probably sick of hearing this so I’ll try to be diplomatic about it. You’re upset about you boyfriend aren’t you?

Uma:....yeah....except he uh. Wasn’t. My boyfriend. Just my first mate.

Anna: ohhhh. But he liked you yeah?

Uma: that is the common belief among everyone yeah

Anna: and you liked him?

Uma: mhmm. Yeah.

Anna: aaaannnndddd you never told him that did you....?

(Uma shakes her head sadly)

Anna: I see. You know. Sometimes. It takes disappointment to realise what you really want. Comprende?

Uma: heh?

Anna: oh. Um. Do you understand what I’m saying?

Uma: ohhhh. Yeah. Mhmm. Yeah.

Anna: sorry for going all Mom on you by the way. My sons in college and my daughters with her cousin in the Congo Basin. I’ve got all this pent up “momisms” I need to get out.

Uma: the snowlem is in the Congo?

Anna: he has his own personal flurry. It keeps him alive.

Uma: makes complete sense(.)

Anna: don’t it just?

Uma: yeah(.)

Anna: anyway. What you’re feeling isn’t bad. You just gotta, I dunno, remember the good as well as the bad

Uma: how? There wasn’t much good. Our last real conversation was months ago when I called him a liar after he told me Hades was his mother.

Anna: hades is his mother-oh yeah. Gods are fluid. I always forget that part. Anyway. There’s gotta be some good parts. But there’s gotta be bad parts as well. It’s how me work works. If you remember him. He’s not really gone.

Uma: but he is gone. How can you make the memory of someone last when they’re gone?

Anna: that. Is an excellent question. Let’s see now....

(This is when “how does a memory last forever” happens. After the song. Anna looks at Uma sympathetically)

Anna: I really hope that answered your question. And I am so sorry if it didn’t. But that was rhetorical best way I could answer it.

Uma: is it true about memories? What you said about memories? That you need bad and good in equal measure?

Anna: I always thought so, yes.

Uma: what if you don’t have any good memories?

Anna: what makes you say that?

Uma: every time something good happens to me, especially in the last few months, something happens, or I do something ridiculously stupid, and it’s ruined.

Anna: oh now that can’t be true

Uma: it is. It really is....whoever you are.

Anna: oh. Anna. My names Anna. Anna Bjorgman. Third in line for the throne of Arendelle.

Uma: third? Behind who?

Anna: Olaf and Mal.

Uma: Mal’s behind the snowlem?

Anna (cheerfully): mhmm

Uma: Jesus Christ

Anna: well. My family name is Bernson. But I took Kristoff’s name when we got married. It just felt right, you know?

Uma: no....

Anna: oh. Moving swiftly onward. What makes you think you’ve not got any good memories? Everybody has some.

Uma (getting off of the bed): yeah, well, not me. I don’t think nature or destiny or fate or whatever runs this shit sphere wants me to have good memories

Anna: I don’t believe that Uma. I don’t believe that for a second.

Uma: why not? We can’t all be like you. Get your memories safely taken by your in laws and given back at a later date.

Anna: it wasn’t that simple Uma.

Uma: oh? Not simple? I’ll tell you what’s not simple. Trying your damndest to get out of a horrible situation you’re in but misjudge so completely that you make everything worse for yourself and your friends. Being forgiven for essentially committing treason twice by who is possibly the most big hearted king in the universe then betraying him by trying to burn his fiancé alive because you were stupid enough to believe a doctored recording. Still getting forgiven and then being knighted. But you try to seduce the kings best friend. Who is also your immediate boss. Watching the one boy who was with you throughout everything be murdered in front of you but you can’t do anything because his father had you bolted to the ships wheel. Does that sound simple to you Mrs Bjorgman? Does any of that sound SIMPLE TO YOU?!?!

Anna: now that you mention it, no. But there’s gotta be some good in between all of that. I mean think about it. You’ve got a new home. Your the left hand of the king. It’s not all bad

Uma: new home. Hah. It’s not my home. Not like it’s Mal’s new home at least. I’m just a girl from the island Anna. I mean. By all means, you can go visit Auradon if you want to, Mal’s your niece, I can’t stop you. But don’t expect me to give you a guided. It’s not my home. I don’t have one.

Anna: oh, now I know that’s not true.

Uma: yes! Yes it is.

(This is when “beautiful ghosts” happens. After the song. Uma catches sight of someone at the balcony door)

Uma: oh my god.

Anna: what is it? What’s wrong.

Uma: you need to go

Anna: what? Why?

Uma: NOW!

Anna: right. Sorry. Bye!

(She hurries out of the room. Once she’s gone. Uma shuts and bolts the door with magic then turns to the figure)

Uma: what are you doing here? And why are you dressed like THAT?!?!

(The figure is Ned. Only. It’s not Ned. His dreadlocks are loose around his head and he’s wearing nothing but a Atlantean teal loincloth leaving the rest of him completely naked)

Ned: give it a minute. You’ll understand

Gil (stepping out from behind Ned, with cruelty in his voice): oh but she won’t though. She never does.

Uma (stepping back in horror as she realises): OH MY GOD!!!!

Gil: aw. You remember me. That’s nice

Ned: be kind.

Gil: why? She doesn’t have time for kindness. Her cousin is missing. That is the goal. Not her grief. Not her pain. She doesn’t matter. She never did.

Ned: silence.

Gil: we’re the same person. You prick. Just cause you say something doesn’t make it happen

Uma: okay. What the fuck is happening? And why are you dressed like that Ned?

Ned: I’m sorry. I should’ve explained. You see-

Gil: he wants you to be happy. I want you to get the job done. Even if it kills you.

Uma: you’re my Superego. Aren’t you?

Gil: congratulations(.) You’ve just won the solid gold kewpie doll(.)

Uma: then that means. You’re my Id. Right?

Ned: mhmm.

Uma: there’s one missing. Also. Why can’t you all be Ned? Ben and Mal get Mal and Ben. Why do I get Atlantean Tarzan and an erudite Legume that lives up to his fanes name in brutality?

Gil (smiling widely): and a dead pirate.

Ned: I was getting to that.

Gil: well you were taking too damn long. Say hello to the vegetable.

(Harry appears out of thin air. Only it’s not Harry. He’s dressed too tidily. He’s deathly pale. And his mouth is sewn shut)

Uma: what happened to him?

Gil: he. Is. Fading. Your connection to the pirate bastard was severed months ago. And then he died. So now your Ego, as well as being severely bruised, pardon the pun, is going to fade. To be replaced with either a nicer version of moi. Or a more conservatively dressed version of him

(He points to Ned)

Uma: how do I. What do I do?

Ned: let him go. Forgive yourself. And let him go.

Uma: I don’t know how.

Gil: for fucks sake. She has to have her hand held through fucking everything.

Ned: it’s okay. We can talk you through it.

(This is when “how to save a life” happens. After the song. Uma walks into the dining room)

Uma: my Id’s changed

Anna: oh? To who?

Uma (side eyeing Ned): um....n. Nobody of importance.

Anna (knowing EXACTLY who Uma’s talking about): ahhhh. How about us girls and, I dunno, talks?

Celia: nah. I’m good.

Anna (MomTM avoided activated): Celia. Please.

Celia: ugh. Fine.

(Once at the door to Anna’s parlour)

Anna: okay. Now. I have. A little. Um. Surprise for you Uma.

Uma: surprise how?

Anna: uhhhh. Familial.

Uma: familial?

Celia: oh for gods sake.

(She opens the door and walks right through)

Melody: hey dress thief.

Uma:....I’m outta here.

Anna: nonononono. Girl talk time.

Uma: I don’t do girl talk.

Anna: alright then. Family time.

Uma: we’re not family.

Melody: except we are though.

Uma: what?

Melody: my mother is your cousin. Your first cousin.

Ariel: it’s true Uma. My father was your mothers sister

Uma: what? No....

Ariel: it’s tr-

Celia: you know what? I’m just gonna speed us forward cause this could take a long time

(One quick fast forward later)

Ariel: so tell us about your new Id then.

Uma: it’s um. Ned Thatch.

Ariel: awwww. You’re in love

(Uma bursts out laughing)

Ariel: what did I say?

Celia: you expected her to accept her feelings right off the bat.

Ariel: ah.

Anna: right.

Melody: oh lord.

Uma: Harry’s gone. I have too much on my plate right now. I just. Don’t see why part of my subconscious chose to take his form.

Anna: I’m my sister’s Ego. She’s her own Id and Superego.

Celia: Ben is all three for Mal. You’ve sen them. You gotta admit. It makes sense.

Uma: I am not in love with Ned Thatch. I always get it wrong anyway.

Ariel: oh now honey. That can’t be true.

Uma: ooooh but it is. Nothing happened with Harry. I got it completely wrong with Doug. So it stands to reason that I am wrong this time as well.

(This is when “I won’t say I’m in love” happens)

[or-something-better]

June 18, 2022

(Morning in the Bunker)

Sam - Morning, if anyone else is already up

Gabe - Mornin Govna’

Dean - Good morning

BelleRose - Morning

Dean - Mornin bro

Sam - People!!!

Gabe - Mornin

Gabe - looks around ewwwww😂

Dean - Hows u

Gabe - Awake

Sam - Wasn't sure if it was too early to make noise

Gabe - Never 😂 Deans always awake , he slept once back in 1988

Jo - I’m up cause it’s night time here about to go to sleep myself over worked myself today

Dean - Lol

Sam - I heard that rumor

Gabe - Relax Jo. I can help !!! gets tranquilizer gun think I can hit a shrimp with this ?

Dean - Hey

Sam - Hope you get a good night's rest, we'll see you later

BelleRose - giggles

Gabe - hears bubbles from the water. You like sea food ?

Dean - dives deep under the water

Gabe - Ooooh a challange

BelleRose - I sea food and I eat it

Gabe - 😂

Sam - Ha! True that. Me Too

Gabe - Shrimp blood work as animal blood ?

Dean - sad shrimp noises

Gabe - I forgot the last couple of days, well until last night

Sam - Owwwww now you're making it sad

BelleRose - I guess. You'd need a lot of shrimp to feed me

Gabe - How did it hurt you. eyes Sam. I could turn Sammy into a jumbo shrimp 🍤

Sam - I pictured his tiny little flipper things trying so hard to swim away...

Gabe - 😂

Dean - 🤣🤣🤣

Gabe - Winchester kabobs. Ok ok Dean I’ll make it a real challenge grabs blindfold

Dean - doesn’t even know what sad shrimp noises are but makes them anyway

Sam - I could pull off that oxymoron...maybe

Dean - more sad shrimp noises

Sam - Bubbles maybe?

Gabe - First full day as an admin and you turn into a shrimp

Dean - blub

Gabe - blind folded waving the tranquilizer gun around

Sam - Probably means I got off easy then?

Dean - (Thats a scary concept)

Sam - Better that Cover Rose, he's blind

Gabe - starts pulling the trigger one dart flying into Henry‘s room. Did I get Dean ???

Sam - 🦐🦐🦐

Dean - blib

Sam - I think you might have woke Henry

Gabe SPN - 😂pulls the trigger again a dart hitting Charlie‘s door. Ok that sounded like it hit Dean

Dean - blibbity blippity blub

Gabe - turning bumping the table the water container hitting the floor. pulling the trigger a dart flies at Sam

Dean - I crash to the floor and start flopping helplessly on the floor trying to get somewhere safe

Sam - Shit! manages to not get hit in the butt

Gabe - stomping around  someone point me in the right direction!

Sam - scoops up Dean and drops him into day old coffee hang on I'll get more water

Gabe - ( 😂) (over caffeinated shrimp)

Sam - goes to get a bowl and refill with water

Dean - barely dodging feet then get picked up and start choking on old coffee

Henry - Dad! Did you just hit me with a dart!

Sam - Don't be dramatic...it wasn't hot Puts him back into clean water There you go

Gabe - Ok ok I’ll make you a deal if I don’t hit Dean with the next shot I’ll turn him back

Sam - Morning Henry

Dean - flips around in clean water making happy sad shrimp noises still worried about gabe

Gabe - Me? making an empty tranquilizer gun appear in Sam‘s hand of course not! Sam did! pulls the trigger aiming at the bunker door

Henry - glares from being woke up  I'm not a morning person

Sam - Sees the gun and hides it behind my back

Gabe - the dart bounces off the door hitting the table bouncing again ricocheting off the window, bouncing off the couch and into the water hitting Dean in the tail. I didn’t do it.😂

Dean - feels my tail getting hit making more said shrimp noises as they die as I lose consciousness

Gabe - How’d I do? taking blindfold off

Sam - looks in the bowl I think you got him

Gabe - Hellz yeah !!!

Henry - Well I don't believe it

Gabe - Klaus can make you

Dean - dies as tranquilizer is too much

Sam - think that's the new Bunker "K" word

Henry - No

Gabe - I don’t need your permission

Dean - (Sammy!!!)

Sam - Pulls out the shrimp and squeezes him between my fingers like CPR… Dean, Hey, it's got "" things

Gabe - walks over looking at Sam and snapping dean back to normal in Sam’s hands

Dean - falls on the floor

Gabe - Good catch Sam

Sam - lands on the ground with a wet full sized Dean

Henry - goes to make pancakes

Gabe - You two always laying down on the job

Dean - wakes a bit am I dead

Sam - Works out that way sometimes gets up

Gabe - I can arrange that

Sam - 😂I was gonna say 'not yet'

Gabe - laughing you guys look like you could use coffee , Henry is making pancakes

Dean - Permission to stay alive?

Gabe - You good over there giggles?

Sam - flicks water from my shirt at her

Gabe - Sure why not feeling generous 😂

Henry - No, just for me because somebody woke me up

Gabe - It was Sam

Dean - Love you too. I was a shrimp!

Henry - starts eating my pancakes

BelleRose - Not cool Sam. Not cool at all.

Sam - Does it again

Gabe - turns them into fish

Dean - shrimp smelly water

BelleRose - Hey!

Henry - Dad!

Sam - 😂🦐🌊

Gabe - snaps everyone super soakers

BelleRose - Go shower you two stink to high heaven

Dean - soaks you with the supersoakers

Sam - Aims at Henry's fish pancakes in case they are alive

BelleRose - gets you all wet with the supersoaker

Dean - I’m already wet so it doesn’t matter soaking you again then shooting and drenching

Henry - shooting dad

Dean - 🤣🤣🤣🤣

BelleRose - gets Sam

Gabe - Hey! diving behind the couch. coming up I soak BelleRose

BelleRose - Here fishy fishy

Dean - leans over the couch soaking you more

BelleRose - Hey! turns it on Gabe

Gabe - Hey! laughing tipping the table and getting behind it Got ya! You know Charlie isn’t going to be happy laughing

BelleRose – You’re mean Gabe.

Gabe - sneaking behind Henry I soak him

BelleRose - Eh we needed a little fun anyway

Gabe - Oh you’ll dry

Dean - hiding by the door I shoot around the frame soaking everyone

BelleRose - Yeah ok

Henry - turns around getting you in the face

Gabe - points to the top of the door dean is hiding behind as a bucket of water falls on him Pffffft hey! laughing as I run

Dean - Hey! That’s cheating asshat! comes out from the door soaking you again

Gabe - getting an idea I head to the storage room

Henry - What gets dean

Dean - soaks you back

Sam - moves behind the bookcase and shoots back between the rows of books

Gabe - grabbing a fan I point it in the room and drop tons of glitter in front of it blowing it around the room covering Dean, Henry, Sam  and BelleRose in pink glitter laughing hysterically

Henry - Eww glitter!

Gabe - Your sparkly!’ making the fan vanish

Sam - Ohhhhhhh nooooooo

BelleRose - Not fair Nerd

Gabe - Pink looks good on you. It’s your color sammy

Dean - Dick! covered in glitter

Gabe - laughing harder

Henry - tries to get the glitter off

BelleRose - Ugh! So not cool. I'm gonna have a hard time washing the glitter out of my hair

Sam - 🤣oh yeah, really matches my eyes

Gabe - Makes them pop

Dean - picks up a handful of glitter throwing it on your head

Gabe - Matches the red in Dean’s right now

Sam - Henry glitter is the gift that keeps on giving...it never comes off

Gabe - rolling out of the way as it gets in my hair

Henry - puts glitter in the soaker and aims it at dad

Gabe - As if Sammy didn’t already stand out in a crowd. No… no…..Henry ……

Sam - Whoa! Henry is savage!

Gabe - Henry ….we can talk about this …..

Dean - does the same Fire! shooting covering you

Henry - shoots it at you

BelleRose - does the same

Dean - Gabe not Henry

Sam - reloads and stalks Gabe with the rest

Gabe - laughing as the glitter covers me from all directions

BelleRose - She smirks

Gabe - seeing Sam I try to run thump! Right into a door slipping on the water I fall to the ground

Sam - shoots Score!

Henry - makes more nerf guns start floating and aims them

Sam - Why don't we ever fill these things with holy water?? Would be handy in a demon fight

Dean - laughs hysterically

Gabe - laughing as it hits me  it’s been so long since we’ve done something like this waving my hand the water turns into a wave of glitter and water hitting everyone Well what if someone accidentally hit Ruby?

Henry - starts shooting the floating nerf guns

BelleRose - Oh shit! runs to my room to get cleaned up

Dean - Its fun have definitely missed this now explain to donna why you look like you were attacked by pcp crazed strippers laughs

Sam - coveted in glitter and it’s STILL the best thing that's been all over me this week

Gabe - 👀 Oh she’d understand 😂

Sam - I babysat remember

Gabe - You had your coming to Jesus moment huh? So to speak

Sam - chuckles he's pretty special, that one

Gabe - He is I think there was a book written about him . You know son of god and all that. Working on a better ending

Ruby - Good Mor......what the hell?

Sam - You don't say....

Henry - Dad started it

Gabe - Henry did it

Sam - Ruby, hood morning...watch your step

Ruby - I see

Sam - Mrs Butters is going to kill you all

Henry - You woke me up

Gabe - turns spraying Ruby with glitter and water Sam did

Sam - Not me, I was just the patsy

Ruby - spitting out water and glitter, I wipe my face off. Cute

Gabe - Well thank you batting my eyes

Henry - You guys can suffer for breakfast I'm not cooking this morning

Ruby - Got a towel?

Gabe - You’re right it was …… Dean ….that’s it

Dean - soaks ruby with the rest of my glitter water in my supersoaker

Gabe - snapping myself a towel grinning  here you go

Sam - I'll pass, the fish sort of turned me off

BelleRose - comes out in dry clothes got any shark blood Gabe?

Gabe - More worried if the fish turned you on

Henry - Eww

Ruby - I hold up a finger Just a sec....turning on Dean I raise him 10 feet off the ground and turn him upside down and leave him hanging

Gabe - blinks no I can get some

Sam - 🤣yeah, true I guess

Gabe - laughing hard 😂

BelleRose - Thanks Gabe. smiles

Ruby - Taking the towel Thank you I proceed to dry off

Gabe - You got it

Sam - Ruby, my brother has to go to work...better let him down

Gabe - laughing harder as I watch you wipe blue glitter all over yourself. Dean got a job ?

Sam - You should have seen that coming

Ruby - Yep

Gabe - I ammmmmm the trickster

Dean - Whoa hey! I didn’t start this war I was a shrimp remember! hanging upside down funny ruby put me down now please?

Sam - Said he did

Gabe - He’s going to the strip club to spend money

Ruby - You're a shrimp. You can't talk

Dean - I’m not anymore goof she made me normal you missed a whole lot

Sam - Well, it probably feels like work

BelleRose - A very yummy looking shrimp

Ruby - You might too

Gabe - On that note I better get home before the tinies wake up and mommy angel wonders why I’m not taking care of them. She who?

Dean - Definitely not a strip club

BelleRose - Later Gabe

Ruby - Let's Dean go for the sake of his job...we don't want him hanging around ALLLL day

Gabe - waving and vanishing

Dean - Thank you

Sam - 😂😂

Dean - Later Gabe leaves

Ruby - conjures up a damp towel and proceeds to clean up

Sam - looks around Ruby you sure know how to clear a room

BelleRose - goes to the liquor cabinet and grabs a glass and pours some scotch into it and downs it

Dean - Pretty cool set up that little thing on the right counts everything for me

Ruby - It's a gift

Sam - I love seeing pictures of where you guys spend your days

[simplymurdock]

Hey! I’d love to request an eleventh doctor x reader where the doctor is completely dependent on and in love with the reader - she’s his anchor - but he doesn’t tell her cause you know… he’s the doctor. The reader is oblivious to those feelings and one day something happens - you choose what - and he might lose the reader. What will he do when he might possibly lose his anchor?

Her Doctor

summary: What happens when the Doctor’s anchor slowly loses herself in the asylum of the Daleks.

pairing: eleventh doctor x fem!reader

warnings: cruising, mentions of losing someone and death, some angst but I make it up with some fluff in the end and sprinkled about. (that’s all i could think of but if i missed anything let me know and i’ll add it <3)

word count: 4,154 words

authors note: this hands down the longest thing i’ve written on here and it took forever. this lovely request came from @okay-j-hannah who you can blame for allowing me to write some sad shit (i’m 100% being sarcastic here lol). but in all seriousness thank you so much for requesting i really hope you enjoy this <3 (my requests are open so please make sure you read the rules before making a request!)

(y/n) stared at her hands wrapped around Amy’s wrist. The only sound to be heard was the howling wind above them and pounding coming front the half-skeleton-half-daleks behind the silver door. The bright blue light shining through either side of your fingers as she was still trying to process what she just did.

She saw the bright blue light in the grasp of the skeleton as the door slid shut. It was a reflex, at least she thought it was. Quickly sliding her thick band off her’s and slipping it on Amy once she saw the light going.

“One of these. But where did they get…it?” The Doctor answered after looking away from the screen where the skeleton creature where looking. His expression dropped, his whole body stood still as he stared at her hands. “What happened? What did you do?” He asked finally looking up at (y/n) with eyes full of a mixture of fear and sadness and hopelessness.

She didn’t reply, still in a state of shock of what just happened.

“(y/n),”

She looked up at him, she knew that tone. It was soft and sweet and comforting, something she needed right now. “The skeleton one’s is Amy’s, now she has mine. Technically her’s now I guess.” She said expressionless, ending it with a dry laugh. “I wasn’t thinking I-I-I just…”

He held her wrist, staring at it, in disbelief. “Doc, what’s gunna happen to me?” She was worried. He could only look at her, wanting to tell her everything was going to be alright. That he could fix this, that he could save her. But he couldn’t. He didn’t know how. The one person in the entire universe he wanted to always save…and he couldn’t. 

+°✮*. · ∘ .

“Can someone please tell me what’s gunna happen to me? And don’t sugar coat it cause you’re both below me.” (y/n) reminded, climbing down the rope ladder. 

Amy looked down at the Doctor, this had been the fourth time she had asked this. 

“The air all around is full of micro-machines, robots the size of molecules. Nanogenes.” He started to explain, finally reaching the bottom. “I know what those are, I’ve been with you for a while now.” She replied in a ‘duh’ tone, making him smile lightly for the fourth time. Amy soon stood next to the Doctor at the bottom, giving him a concerned look before the two watched (y/n) climb down the last few rails.

 “Well, now that you’re unprotected, you’re being…” The Doctor held the ladder still as (y/n) stood on the other side, jumping past the last three and looking at him. “Rebuilt,”

Her eyes softened, but her face stayed the same not wanting to show any sign of fear. “So how long do you saw we have till I get an eye-shish kabob sticking out of my forehead?” She said sarcastically.

“Physical changes come later.” 

“And what comes first?”

He looked down the hall, holding his hand out for her to take it. She did, interlocking their fingers like always. Amy smiled softly, happy to see she did forget the small things her and the Doctor did. He looked over to make sure Amy was on his other side before starting down the hallway. “With your mind. Your feelings, your memories. And I’m sorry love, but it’s started already.”

Her face fell and a sad frown formed as her head tilted, “What do you mean?”

“Because we’ve had this conversation four times.” Amy told her, beating the Doctor to the punch. Knowing it hurt her to have this conversation again which she could only imagine what he was going through right now.

She stopped making him stop as she kept her eyes glued on their hands. In her mind the climb was silent, but now she was told it wasn’t and that frightened her. It wasn’t her expression that told him she was scared. He knew her too well to know to go off her look, but her eyes. The pain and fear clouded them. Gently holding either side of her face, “Hang on to scared. Scared isn’t Dalek.” Kissing her forehead as the metal clanking started as the door in front of them pulled upwards.

Slowly walking into the room seeing a dusty old room. Small lights placed on the walls demily lit the space showing wires hanging from ceilings while chains laid scattered across the ground. “What’s that?” Amy questioned as robot dalek shouting was heard distantly.

The mental sound was heard as the two stepped back, (y/n) having to be pulled a bit, as the door descended down. 

“Keep a lookout, don’t open this door.” The Doctor told Amy as she nodded.  “Stay here. Right here, please.” He  told (y/n) holding his hands in front of the two before turning back to the screen. Exhaling anxitionly before getting to work. Amy looked between the two, knowing he was stressed out and scared for (y/n) but was clearly trying to keep his cool.

“Okay…” (y/n) breathed out scared out of her mind. 

It wasn’t the fear of turning into a Dalek… okay that was a lie, she was terrified out of her mind to have a Dalek eye-thing break out of her skull. The fear was of losing who she was. Who she remembered. If she remembered any of her friends… If she remembered her Doctor. It was also the fear of hurting people.

Turning around towards the ladder they had climbed down. Her head tilted in confusion as she saw him. Her Doctor…but not her current one. No, it was the face of the ninth regeneration. In all his fantastic glory. Walking towards the ladder gesturing his head for her to follow. She did and neither one noticed her wandering off. Reaching the small space seeing no one, no doctor in sight. Turning back down the straight, dimly lit, eerie hallway. 

And there he was once again. Except it was now the face of his tenth regeneration, hands in his pockets. Gesturing for her to follow as he disappeared, again, into the unfamiliar room. 

Walking down it as her face only lit up more and more. Not realizing just how much she missed those familiar faces. It wasn’t that she didn’t like his current look, she loved it, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t miss his previous faces.

Reaching the dusty room, and gasping happily. Seeing all her old friends, Rose, Donna, Maratha, both of her doctors, and Jack. Evenly spaced and all looking at her with their comforting smiles. Not realizing how much she missed her friends. At this moment she didn’t remember anything, not knowing she was in the Dalek asylum, not with Amy, not with the newer Doctor. Just wanting to be in the moment. 

“How do I get past them? (y/n)!”

“(y/n)!”

She turned back seeing the shouting two with wide happy eyes and a smile. “It’s okay. It’s okay, it’s only friends. It’s our friends.” She slurred in a hushed tone holding her pointer finger at the two keeping her back facing them.

“(y/n), it’s the nanocloud. It’s altering your perception.” He told her urgently, making her look back at them. “Look again, look again. Those aren’t people.”

She did so, quickly wishing she hadn’t. That she had stayed in her little make believe bubble. In the previous places her friends were Dalekss. Old, dusty, run-down Daleks all turning towards the three. “But…they were–”

“Love,” He said in the sweet calm tone trying not to freak her more than she already was. “Just take my hand and come on. (y/n), come on.” She slowly backed up still in disbelief about what was happening. “Run, run, run now, run!” The Doctor already pushed Amy to go before grabbing (y/n)’s hand as the two started to run down the hall.

Amy was stopping in looking up at the rope ladder they had just climbed down, “Wait, they’re climbing down!”

“Ah! Ah, yes, they are.” Quickly turning on his heel seeing (y/n) staring down a Dalek in horror.

“Intruder,”

“Back.” He ordered pulling the two women into the small space. Amy and the Doctor panting trying to find a way out. While (y/n) stared wide eyed at the wall, maybe this was how she died. She wouldn’t be stuck in an infinite-memory-loss-loop where she wouldn’t even remember a simple conversation. At least now she wouldn’t have to worry about the eye-shish kabob thing cracking and springing its way out to kill people. At least now she would be able to die with her memories intact.

The squeaking Daleks' wheels slowed down as its speech followed, “Intruder…” It said weakly as it powered itself down all together.

“Is it?” Amy questioned, unsure of what was fully happening.

“I’m not entirely sure.”

“It’s damaged.” He breathed out, as Amy sandwiched (y/n) between the two not wanting something to happen to her. “Okay. But what do we do?” She questioned. “Identify me, access your files. Come on. Come on!” He told it getting antsy staring down its blue eye. “Who’s your daddy?”

“You are the Predator.” It croked out.

“How did it get Predator from daddy?” (y/n) raised her brow looking over the hunk of metal as Amy scoffed quickly covering her mouth.

“Access your standing orders concerning the Predator.” He ordered ignoring the two. “The Predator must be destroyed!” It shouted as (y/n) watched it’s ever move. “And how are you going to do that? Dalek without a gun? You’re a tricycle with a roof. How are you going to destroy me?” He challenged as Amy stood next to the Doctor while (y/n) walked to the side of the robot alien.

A loud alarm started to beep from it, “Self-destruct initiated.”

“What’s it doing?” Amy questioned watching the Doctor try to use his sonic on it, but getting nothing. “It’s going to blow itself up and I’m with it. Only weapon it's got left.” 

“Self-destruction cannot be countermanded!”

“I’m not looking for a countermand, dear.” He remarked letting the Daleks head slink down. “I’m looking for the reverse.” And just like that the Dalek was zooming backwards, “Forwards! Forwards! Forwards! Forwards!” It shouted over and over again.

Amy quickly backed up trying to get the farest away. The Doctor followed but (y/n) didn’t, only being able to watch as the other Daleks were meeting it shouting ‘Intruder!’. 

Only seeing a flash before the explosion knocked her back. Her body getting thrown to the ground and then sliding stopping at the Doctor's feet unconscious. 

Once he realized what was happening he crouched down checking her over, making sure she was hurt. “Is that Rory?” Amy asked slowly, walking up as her eyes widened seeing the Doctor holding an unconscious (y/n). “Is she okay?”

“Yes. Now go see if Rory is. And please be careful.” He told her only seeing her walk past them as he went back down to the unconscious women in his arms.

Truth be told he didn’t know what to do. For once he was stumped, in a way that physical hurt, that hurt his chest. Seeing her hurt and unconscious and beforehand scared out of her mind what was about to happen. He was scared to lose her, to lose one of the only person in the world he cared for. The thought of losing her had always floated about in his mind with his life style who wouldn’t. But now that it was actually happening he was a wreck.

Even though he was happy what she did, proud even for it being a reflex. He slightly wished it didn’t happen, that it wasn’t a reflex. As bad as it might sound he wouldn’t be as much of a disaster as he is right now if it was Amy instead of her.

“Now, I’m not sure if you can actually hear me, but I need you to stay with me. I need you to fight against anything that changes you. Holding onto everything that makes you…well you. Your wonderfully, selfless, sweet, kind self. The exact same woman I fell in love with. Because… because if you, (y/n) (y/ln), leave I don’t–I don't know what will happen.” He admitted feeling a mixture of emotions. Glad he finally admitted it, admitted his feelings, the ones he had been bottling up for ages.At the sametime disappointed he told her while she was unconscious and unable to actually hear him.

He looked between his arm and her gray sweater sleeve one. Finally slipping his thick black bracelet off and placing it where her’s previously was. Staring at the flashing blue light for a blink before rolling the sleeve back down. He wasn’t internally sure if this would save her. If she wasn’t too far gone, or if this could help fix the changes that already happened. Not even thinking for a moment about what would happen to him. That he could possibly turn into one of the creatures he hated the most. It terrified him more that she would turn into one of them. And if this was a way for him to save her even if it was something he wasn’t completely sure on. Swiping her up into his arms hearing the Pound’s starting to call for them. 

Both turning to see the Doctor carrying (y/n) out in his arms. Still uncounis as her head was leaned back while one of her dangled while the other, the one with the new bracelet, curled up on her stomach.

+°✮*. · ∘ .

Gently laying (y/n) down on the lit up circle as the three of them surrounded her. “Will sleeping help her? Will it slow down the process?” Rory asked, bawling up his jacket and placing it under her head, separating it from the cold dirty metal.

“You better hope so.” Oswin said over the intercom getting all their attention. “Because pretty soon she’s going to try and kill you.”

“Already threatened them enough.” (y/n) groaned out slowly raising up, The Doctor gently holding her hand helping her up as his other was placed her back baking her. “(y/n),”

“Ow.”

“(y/n), you still with us?” The Doctor asked as she groaned squeezing his hand as pain shot through her body. “Sadly, I’m still here.”

“(y/n) are you okay? Do you still remember me?” Rory questioned as (y/n) lightly hit Amy’s thigh as she slapped Rory’s arm for her. “Right, stupid question.”

“Same old (y/n).” The Doctor remarked with a smirk. 

“Do you know how you make someone into a Dalek? Subtract love, add anger. Doesn’t she seem a bit too angry to you?”

“Well, if you can make souffle’s you can get a dictionary and look up the words 'sarcasm’ and ‘tough love’.” She remarked before wincing once again. “No one here is a chiropractor. My bones feel like they’re gunna snape if I move in the wrong direction.” She groaned out nodding her head, “Yup, fuck this, I’m going back down.” And she did, laying back down as the Doctor helped ease her back down.

“What about you though, Oswin? How come you’re okay? Why hasn’t the nanocloud converted you?” The Doctor asked, looking at the small blue camera.

“I mentioned the genius thing, yeah? Shielded in here.”

“Hmm. Clever of you.” He looked over at (y/n) who nodded knowing he wanted to physically express his thinking of how to get out of the asylum. “Now, this place. The Dalkes said it was fully automated. But look at it, it’s a wreck.”

“Well, I’ve had nearly a year to mess with them. And…not a lot else to do.”

“A junior entertainment manager hiding out in a wrecked ship, hacking the security systems of the most advanced warrior race the universe has ever seen. But you know what really gets me about you, Oswin?” The Doctor started to ramble pacing around the small rundown room. “The souffles,” (y/n) groaned out as the Doctor said the same thing. “The souffles. Where do you get milk for the souffles? Seriously, is no one else wondering about that?” He questioned looking back at the few before (y/n)’s hand raised up, “Me, not only do I not see a Dalek cow but a Dalek chicken…maybe I am losing my mind.”

“No! Frankly, no. Twice.” Rory protested knowing the two would go back and forth on the matter. 

“So, Doctor.” Oswin inquired about changing the topic. “I've been looking you up. You’re all over the database. Why do the Daleks call you the Predator?” 

“I’m not a predator. I’m just a man with a plan.”

“You’ve got a plan?” Both Oswin and (y/n) questioned. “We’re all ears.” Rory remarked clearly under distress. “There’s a nose joke going if someone wants to pick that one off.” Amy added.

“In no particular order, we need to neutralize all the Daleks in this asylum, rescue Oswin from the wreckage, escape from this planet and fix Amy’s and Rory’s marriage.” He explained as uncomfortable silences fill the space. “Okay, I’m counting three lost causes, anyone else?” Amy quickly broke it. “I’m number four.” (y/n) ‘s hand raised  back up again.

“Oswin, there’s a Dalek ship in orbit.” The Doctor said, trying to change the topic. “Yeah, got it on the sensors.” She answered as (y/n) finally sat herself completely upright looking down at her wrist feeling the unknown weight and quickly realizing seeing the faint blue light through the cotton. “The asylum has a force field. The Daleks upstairs are waiting for me to turn it off. As soon as I do, they’ll burn this whole world and us with it. So, Oswin, my question is this, how fast can you drop the force field?” The Pounds looked at eachother with the same confused look while (y/n) eyes never left the Doctor’s body. Trying to understand the plan he was making but couldn’t get over the bump that was the bracelet.

“Pretty fast…But why would I?”

“Because this is a teleport, am I right, Oswin?” The Doctor asked, already knowing he was. “Yeah! Internal use only.” She confirmed as it clicked for (y/n), the Doctor always was good at teleports.

He snapped his fingers and pointed at her, smiling widely before turning on his heels back to the three. Walking back to the circle as him and Rory, who had paced off, joined the two women. “I can boost the power, you know, once the force field is down. And we can use this to beam us right off this planet.” He explained using his screwdriver over the glass showing the bundle of wires and lights.

“But you said when the force field is down, the Daleks will blow us up.” Was the last thing (y/n) heard before her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she passed out. 

“Doctor!” Amy shouted as Rory started feeling for her pulse on her neck. The doctor was quick to turn around, “What happened to her?”

“I don’t know, she just passed out.” Rory quickly explained as he adjusted the bawled up jacket under her head. “Everything seems normal.”

“Will it slow down the effects?” She asked not wanting to say the actual words. “I don’t know, honestly.” He shrugged as The Doctor stayed silent thinking this had to be something the bracelet was doing to level her out.

+°✮*. · ∘ .

(y/n) leaned against the wall, at the top of the stairs watching the Doctor twirl around the counsel room smiling widely and repeating ‘Doctor Who’. Her Doctor. Her laugh was what caught his attention, making his smile only grow wider. “I thought you were still resting?”

“Feeling better. Much more like myself.” She held onto the railing as she made her way to his side. “Thanks to you of course.” He smiled at her, his eyes trailing towards the heart of the counsel before his expression dropped a little. The question came up, the same question, the only question he wanted to ask her. “Spit it out. I know that look.” 

“What look?” He challenged raising his brow.

“The question you keep biting your tongue about.”

It was a few seconds, he kept going back and forth on the matter but ended up biting the bullet. “When you walked into the room full of Daleks you said it was our friends?” Her eyes trailed down to the floor, crossing her arms and leaning against the railing. Swiping her tongue across her sudden dried bottom lip. “Our friends.” She repeated after sighing lightly. “All the ones we lost and your previous regenerations.”

It hurt.

It hurt his feelings, thinking that she would’ve wanted his previous faces. It had been one of his fears ever since he changed. Thinking she would take one look at him and leave, but she didn’t. Thinking once he showed his new personality she would leave, and yet she still didn’t. But it still was one of those fears that crupit up on him. The thought of her leaving him. Rathering that be of her own free will or not. “Oh…”

“I think my mind was trying to make the situation less scary.” She told him truthfully. She had thought about it nonstop. Confused on why her subconscious would show her these specific people. “But no amount of comfort could match when I saw you…after getting thrown down the hall.”

His head snapped up, “You were awake the whole time?”

“Not at first,” She admitted in an unsure tone. “I mean, I can’t fully remember when I was first like ‘oh shit!’. But I remember hearing your voice and thinking this was it, your voice comforting me as something else takes over…” She rambled off feeling the anxious pit in her stomach start again. The butterfly type feeling she felt around him but continued on, “And then my vision came back, blurry, but it was back…and I saw you. And then I blacked out again and well, you were there for the rest of it.” She nervously smiled at him feeling like she was making an idiot out of herself.

“I thought I lost you,” He admitted in an almost whisper, barely being audible over the engine of the tardis. 

Her head slowly tilted up at him as her eyes trailed behind, her soft sweet smile only growing. “You can never lose me.” She matched his tone only her voice was louder, more confident. And there that feeling was. It was as if they were in their own little world, nothing, no one, no being could bring it. Technically sometimes it was actually true since certain planets have any life. Which makes a nice day-off.

But her head tilted at the realization.

The feelings she felt for him never changed, evolved to match the new personality, but never actually changed. Only grew with each passing second she was with him. That safe, calming, yet exciting, and happy mixture that filled every vein in her body. Small bits of electricity ran through her nerves when she stood by him. The feeling she hadn’t felt when she was around the fake doctor’s. “Okay, now you have your thinking face on.” He acknowledged in his more brighter tone.

“Really and what does this face look like?”

“Your brows sorta go inwards and you get this tiny wrinkle in your forehead.” He lightly touched the small wrinkle as she quickly swatted his hand away, scoffing. Getting lost in one another's eyes feeling her cheeks starting to hurt from smiling. “So!” She turned and stood next to him resting her palms on the rim of the consel. “Where off to next?” He pressed his lips together, seeing you still right by his side. “I’m glad you asked,” He beamed before starting to pull and turn different knobs making the Tardis whaling start.

[acourtofbooksandfantasy]

Azriel x reader

Authors note: Someone send help, I can’t stop writing fics about Az or Cass. 🥴 if you have other characters you’d like to read things for, send me prompts/ideas with characters from the following fandoms:

ACOTAR

Marvel

Bridgerton

Otherwise enjoy some fluff with everyone’s favorite friendly neighborhood shadowsinger. 🥰

I landed straight on my back on the mat. Again.

“You have to engage your core. Your left side is weak, you need to watch your blind spots.”

Azriel had agreed to meet me early in the morning to train. I still hadn’t fully recovered from the last mission, when one of the warriors had nearly speared me like a kabob. However, I knew if I didn’t start training again soon, I’d never fully regain all my strength.

“I did engage my core! I even leaned left to try and brace for your impact!” I growled, hands over my face. “What more can I do?”

“Let’s take a quick break. You’re still healing, and even though I’m proud of you for getting back in the ring, you’ve gotta take it easy for a while.”

I smirked at the shadowsinger, “You’re proud of me?”

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, “Don’t get mushy on me now, soldier.”

I set down my water, and walked towards him until I was standing toe to toe with him. I craned my neck to look up at him, poking one finger into his chest, “Oh, trust me. I’m definitely not the mushy one in this friendship.”

Cauldron boil and fry me.

I can’t pinpoint the exact moment where my feelings for Azriel had gone from purely platonic to something more. It happened like a summer storm - out of no where, full force. But I refuse to risk ruining the time we spend together over some silly feelings. He means too much to me.

“You okay in there?” Azriel tapped gentle on my temple, tearing my attention from my thoughts.

“Hey lovebirds! You mind if I take a turn sparing with your boy-toy?”

“We are NOT- “

“He is NOT my-“

We both stopped and glared at Cassian as a playful grin crept across his face. I grabbed my water and slid on my boots, bracing myself for the cold to come as I trudged back to the main part of the house.

After dinner that night, things got a little out of hand. It started with some ridiculous drinking game Mor begged me to play with her. She dragged all of us into it, and then I had the idiotic idea to challenge Cassian by saying I could out-drink him.

“I want to **hic** dance!! Azzie, can we dance, pleaseee?!” The strong arms that carried me away from the rest of the circle held me tighter.

“You can barely even stand upright, let alone dance.”

“Nuh-uh. I can **hic** totally stand. Watch. **hic** Put me down and I’ll walk in a straight line.”

“You’re full of shit and you know it.”

I smirk up at the shadowsinger, “Actually, **hic** I’m technically full of tequila.”

“If you want to be a smartass,” Azriel chuckles, “I can take us for a fun little flight and see how well you handle your liquor.”

My stomach lurched even at the thought of tumbling through the air, doing loops and turns…

Azriel gently set me down, keeping me between his arms as he opened the door to steady me. As we entered the dark room, I walked towards the bed and threw off my awfully uncomfortable shoes.

When I looked up, all I could see was those glimmering hazel eyes and incredible sapphire siphons illuminating Azriel’s face as he stood in the doorway.

“Stay,” I whispered, so quietly I wasn’t even certain he would hear.

He stood, still as a statue. The only sound was our breathing, and a muffled conversation from the rest of the circle in the living room.

“Stay,” I repeated, a little louder, a little more brave this time.

Those hazel eyes widened, and it took Azriel only two strides across the room to reach me.

He placed one hand on my cheek, the other tilting my head up to look at him.

“Fuck it. I can’t be your friend any longer.” He exhaled.

I tried to move my chin from his grasp and turn away, offended by his words. He held my face gently but firm.

“You’re so much more than that.”

And then we kissed. It was like, I was a star during Starfall, and I had finally found my way home. Like I had been waiting to find the missing piece of me, and it had been right there all along. I felt a tug in my chest as Azriel’s tongue swept over mine.

Mate.

I gasped as he pulled away, feeling completely sober now, regardless of how many drinks I had downstairs.

“You’re -“

“Your mate.”

“How long have you known?”

“A month. When that soldier had almost taken you from us. From me.”

I was completely in awe.

“While you were unconscious and the healers were working, I could feel the bond fraying. I tugged on it every now and then to keep you with me. I was a complete mess. You can ask Rhys or Cass -“

“They’ve known this whole time?”

“I didn’t intentionally tell Rhys, but when you were hit I lost all control over my mental shield and he could sense it. I told Cassian not long after.”

I stared up at him, completely at a loss for words. This whole time, he had known and continued to care for me out of fear of losing me.

He leaned down to kiss me again, but I took the opportunity to grab his wrists and twist him over onto the bed, pining him down.

“You need to engage your core, and watch your blind spots, Spymaster.” I smirked down at him.

His eyes were like burning embers, flaming with lust and desire.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’ll let you take me down anytime.”

[msookyspooky]

Terrible Trilogy

Part 16

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You stayed in the passenger seat as Randy turned his car off. Staring in dismay at the vehicle parked in the driveway. No, you didn't get a clear look at it that night; entirely too busy trying to stay alive on the road… You weren't an expert on cars but this black SUV had a giant dent in the front bumper where it possibly rammed your car. That's all you needed to connect the dots. 

"Hey, everything alright?" 

You nodded as you forced yourself to glance at Randy. You wanted to tell him but he would worry himself sick if he knew and considering this killer had so much leverage on you; you were half scared to rock the boat and tell anyone anything.

Deja vu was hitting you like a ton of bricks as he stood outside the car leaning down to stare at you. Once again, you couldn't tell him what was wrong right outside a house party. You felt an uneasy crippling fear well up in you. Fearful the killer was here tonight and you were being lured into a trap with Randy once again. And just like before, you weren't able to tell him why you were so freaked out. 

His eyes darted to where you were looking at the car. He had his own concern painted on his face.

"YN…What's wrong?" 

"Nothing." 

"Cut the crap. You suck at lying. " He looked at you and then the car you couldn't help staring at. He ran a hand through his hair that was trying to fall in front of his face. "...Is there something going on, like, are we gonna be shish kabobs tonight? Cause I REALLY think I have the right to know that." 

You gnawed at the inside of your cheek; not sure what to tell him. "Ray…I just have a feeling the murderer is someone closer than we think…Maybe even here…Do you think it's crazy if I think the killer is someone we know?" 

His eyes lit up as he hissed under his breath to you. "No, that's a rule! It's one of the fundamental parts of all this; it's always someone you know! How convenient this killer gives you a note through Dewey's letter or that we all got invited to Stab at the same time." 

"And now…We all got invited to a party." 

His face fell. "...Shit." He smacked his forehead. "Oh my fucking God, how did I not see that?!" 

You swallowed, trying to keep calm.

"And Jennifer invited us all…" 

"You're absolutely right…Okay-" Randy huffed and leaned against the car to speak low to you. "This is how I see it. It's either the visionary of Stab which is Roman… Or someone close to Dewey." 

"...Like, Gale or Jennifer?" 

"Bullseye!" He hissed while staring at you intently as you sat in the car still.

You made a face. "I thought you said girls weren't capable of that? Hhmm?" 

He paused a moment before a smirk pulled at his lips. He rolled his eyes with a snort of amusement. "You remember that? I was just trying to get on your nerves. Teenagers." 

"Asshole teenagers." You countered. 

He continued. "I mean, Hello? Pamela Voorhees was a terrific serial killer!…Besides, Stu was the firm believer of that, not me." 

You huffed at that as Randy pointed, his voice raising in excitement even as he tried to whisper. "How do we know it's not lil Miss Weathers eager to get her name back in people's minds as the woman that single handedly took down Ghostface while actually being Ghostface…And with that note you got, she very well could be trying to put the heat onto you." 

You sat up. "...For real?...So, you think she could do that? That she might try and piece um…Make believe pictures or scenarios together to frame me? Like, me being someplace else or with suspects or something?" 

Randy shrugged with one arm on the car door frame as he gazed at you inside. "I never said photos, but sure. Why wouldn't she? Photoshop exists…I mean, remember those circulating photos of Gale naked someone photoshopped her head on…So she claims." He smirked down at you with a wink before continuing. 

"She's an opportunist, YN. You and her have had beef and you winning in court pissed her off even more. You were the catalyst to her and Dewey's failed relationship plus her name being tarnished. She's livid, she wants revenge. She'll do anything to prove her original claim against you was true. Even if it means trying to photoshop you with…I don't know, the victims. In a Ghostface costume. Hell, even with Billy and Stu or guys that look like them. Que the fake bloody knife and your face on someone else's body. She'd do it if she found someone that was good enough at photoshop. These older judges and boomer jury members barely know how to open Internet Explorer, so what's stopping them from believing the photos even if they're fake when they have evidence against you?" He gave with an eye roll.

"Wow, um… You really thought this through." You swallowed and Randy shrugged.

"Eh, watch enough movies and you can easily map out plots…Gale will do anything for her career and what better way to restore the Gale Weathers brand name than to make it look like her original claim was right all along and you're a killer?…I don't know if she'd try to sell the obviously dead Billy and Stu thing but it's an example-" 

You felt your eyes widen…There was hope. It was slim, but there was hope as long as Billy and Stu weren't caught and you weren't caught with them. 

You got out of the car to go around the side to talk to him. He looked at you in surprise at whatever expression you had as you hugged him.

He hesitantly patted your back before gently pushing you away to look at you as you let go. Eyes burning as his eyebrows shot up in concern. "...YN, are you alright? I'm just surmising and running my mouth…Okay?" He asked as you sighed and shook your head.

"I'm okay…Well not really but I'm trying to be…Ray, there's so much. God, there's so much." You mumbled.

He sighed and looked down at his shoes a moment as he spoke. "You know you can talk about anything with me. I swear, I'll never doubt you like I did at Windsor…It pains me to say it but you're right; we're in a Trilogy here. " 

"I just…" You trailed off. " I think this Ghostface is different….I don't know but I really think we need to be on high alert tonight." 

"They always are in Trilogy's." Randy listed off his fingers. "So as far as prime suspects, we have: Roman, Gale or-" 

A booming voice interrupted you both. "What seems to be the problem here?" 

You both jumped out of your skin as a deep voice cut into your conversation. You both looked over to a broad man with slicked back hair in a gray blazer. 

"The entrance to Miss Jolie's house is over there, kiddos." He mumbled, folding his arms and eyeing you both.

 You moved away so Randy could close his door. "We were just talking." 

"Well now you can talk inside. Chilly Autumn air, you could catch your death out here." He gave. 

Randy and you exchanged glances before he cleared his throat. "And you are?"

 The man walked up to you both, getting behind to shove you both towards the home. "Stone. Jennifer Jolie's personal bodyguard. And you must be Dew Drop's little entourage from that rinky dink town, Woodsboro." 

You gasped as you felt his big hands shoving you and Randy forward in the back. 

You stumbled as he shoved you and Randy stumbled as well, wincing while he tried to catch himself. You gritted your teeth as Randy gave you a pleading look to keep quiet. 

 "Do not shove me or my friend like that." 

Stone made an amused 'ooh' face as Randy gave you a warning look. You clenched your fist as Stone gave you a cocky expression. "Do you treat celebrities like that?" 

"No, but you're not exactly star status, are you sweetheart?" 

"And you're just a bodyguard for prissy-" 

You felt your arm get jerked as Randy glared at you. "YN, stop antagonizing…We are here for a 'party' okay?" Randy hissed into your ear before raising his eyebrows at you. Stone just eyed you both with his head back and his arms folded.

You felt your upper lip raise in disdain…Maybe hanging out with two murderers that stabbed first and talked later was rubbing off on you because all you wanted to do was kick Stone right in his Stones as many times as you could. 

Stone raised a brow at you. "Are you gonna give me trouble?" 

Randy answered for you. "No Sir, no trouble here! Just talking in the driveway before going in." 

'As if it's a crime.' You grumbled in your mind. Your face falling at the word crime as your eyes darted to the car once more. 

Despite your anger, you rolled your lips feeling it was now or never. "...What car model is that?" You pointed to the very one with the dent. 

Stone looked over with a smirk. "Now what would a little girl like you know about cars?" 

You forced a tight smile to look at him. Trying to remember what Billy suggested the car was that night. "Nothing but I really like that car. So, what model is it?...A Durango perhaps? Or?" 

Stone smirked, humoring you as he led you both to the vehicle instead. Randy gave you a bewildered look as Stone smoothed his hand over the hood. 

"Do you see a Dodge emblem?" He laughed out.

"Um...No?" 

"Then it's not a Durango." He gave you a mocking smirk. "This little Lady is a 1999 Lincoln Navigator. 300 horsepower paired with a V8 engine. It can go from 0 to 60 in 10.2 seconds." 

Randy acted intrigued, nodding his head. "Uh wow…Nice." 

"I don't expect a guy like you to be into things like cars. Might get your hands dirty, buttercup. Let me guess, video games and blow up girlfriends?" 

Randy gave him a forced smile even if it didn't reach his eyes. A dark, angry look in his gaze he barely concealed. "Movies and model girlfriends, actually." 

"Riigghhttt." Stone snorted as you eyed the car.

Stone started walking away and whistled with a hand motion for you and Randy to follow. It was a hand motion you would use to call Cherri as if you both were dogs. 

You glared at the back of his head. "Well, how did it get a dent? It's pretty freaking huge! Almost…Like you rammed something on purpose." You drew out, eyeing Stone as he laughed.

"Yeah, it's called a deer. It accidentally became a piece on my mantle a week ago. Need to get it fixed but with my salary I might just get it exchanged for a newer model." 

You had to question the 'accidental' part. 

Randy huffed. "A mule deer weighs enough to do that much damage?" 

"It does when it's a 12 point buck." He nudged you and Randy both to the door as you gritted your teeth at having him man handle you again. "Now, I think you're done fantasizing about cars your penny pensions can't afford and you have a party to get to." He shoved you both through the front door, giving you a fake smile. "Enjoy it indoors." Before shutting the door. 

The second he left, you and Randy gave each other annoyed looks. 

"...Suspect?" You asked.

Randy nodded. "Abso-fucking-lutely…But why was the car important?" 

"What an ass. How can Dewey stand working with these people?" You hissed under your breath. 

"Uh, side stepping. What's up with the car?" 

"I'll tell you later." 

"YN, You're doing it again. You know something and you're not saying." He hissed out.

You gave him a sheepish smile. "It's not super important right now… We gotta mingle and blend in." 

You knew you'd have to tell him something but once again you had no idea what. 

Randy sighed and rolled his head to crack his neck. "Fine. Let's at least try to enjoy the night…Hopefully in one piece." 

You shot him a glare right when Dewey came up to you both. 

"You guys made it." He smiled and hugged you. You hugged him back and answered. "Yeah we met the other bodyguard." 

Dewey nodded."You like him?" 

Randy snorted as he and Dewey just grabbed hands and patted each other on the back in a half hug. 

"Hardly. Guys an A class Asshole, Dewey." Randy replied as he and Dewey let go. 

Dewey did that half cringe smile he was known for. "Oh Stone, he's tough but he's good at his job…Well, sometimes…Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone." He turned and motioned for you both to follow.

"God, I wish I had his care bear outlook on life." Randy mumbled to you. 

You nodded, still thinking about that car. You could just see Stone behind the wheel in your mind, ready to run you down off that road…But who would order it other than-

"Oh, come in. Have a seat." Jennifer gave as Dewey rounded the corner with you and Randy. She sat on the end of an expensive couch.

You swallowed, eyeing her in a new light now. Some actor beside her with a cigarette in his mouth ripped up some pages from a script and tossed them in the air.

"Yeah, come on in. Enjoy the wrap party while you can." He sarcastically gave, taking a drag and puffing it out. 

Dewey pointed. "Jennifer, Angelina and Tom. See the resemblance? Tom plays me." 

Randy snorted. "Uh, no. I don't." 

Dewey shot him a pouting glare as you eyed Tom taking a drag of his cigarette.

The thought of Billy crossed your mind for a short moment before shoving him out of your mind as Randy lounged on an arm chair across from the actor and Jennifer and beside a woman you didn't recognize. 

The man stared at the script in his lap, taking the cigarette out of his mouth as he read. "Scene 40 through 47; Prescott house flashbacks." 

"Stop it, Tom." The youthful woman with short hair scolded him softly. Standing up to stare down at him. "You're scaring me, two people are dead." 

Tom scoffed. "Scaring YOU? Ha!" He laughed with a shake of his head before ripping the page while keeping his eyes on her. "Give the sweet, ingenue act a rest." 

"You're drunk." She walked past you out a back door. You didn't even know if she saw you standing there in the corner next to Dewey.

The man mumbled. "I'm coping." Before glancing over at Jennifer with the cigarette at the side of his mouth. "I bet she fought and clawed for that Sidney part. I bet she stepped on any poor girl that got in her way." 

Jennifer gave him a knowing look. "So you asked her out and she said no?" 

He huffed. "That has nothing to do with it." 

Your eyes widened as you stepped forward to look at Tom. He eyed you in your outfit up and down, truly looking at you for the first time. 

"What?...Sidney? That girl plays Sidney Prescott?" 

Dewey cringed. " Uh, YN-" 

You ignored Dewey for a moment. "They wrote Sidney in this?" 

Tom raised a brow. "Yeah as a flashback. Some back from the dead shit for nightmare fuel for the new girl they're casting. They've changed her three times because Roman's never fucking satisfied. And we certainly can't use YN since she went and sued Milton…Who are you anyway? I haven't seen you around Set..Hard to imagine I haven't." He gave, eyes traveling as you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself. 

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "You're such a pig."

You shook your head in disgust. "God, what the fuck is wrong with these people?! Isn't it enough that she died?! We have to parade her around as nothing but a victim for the whole world to see?!" 

Jennifer watched you as Tom huffed. "What? Are you competing for the part of Sidney too? Give the holier than thou act a break. Angelina's bad enough." 

You glared at him. "I'm YN." His face dropped as you started walking away. "And I don't appreciate a movie using my friends' deaths as money grabbing entertainment for gore hungry fans that wouldn't last a day in our shoes." 

Dewey and Randy both acted like they were going to follow you but you shook your head and walked out. 

You heard Tom behind you as you shut the door. "Damn…Someones fucking touchy." 

You ventured out where Angelina went before making a B-line towards a back door you saw. Yes, you were offended by it but you needed a way to snoop. Whether you liked it or not, you couldn't rely on Dewey or Randy completely. You had to get to that car and see if you found anything that looked suspicious. Your silver paint job on the cars, signs of your bullets, anything. 

You crept out, slowly shutting the door behind you to ease into the shadows of the building. You could see Stones flashlight. You flattened yourself against the building until it left and you made your way to the side of the house. Your eyes went to the cars, until your eyes landed on a new one near Randy's. A Mercedes Benz you definitely didn't notice before.

You waited till the coast was clear before creeping towards the rows of cars. Using them as cover until you got to Stones SUV. You eyed it, glancing inside through the tinted windows, glancing around it and then making your way to the dent. You gently smoothed your hand over the dent, hoping to find a hole or scratch but instead found nothing. No bullet holes, no silver paint…Nothing. 

'Fuck…I've got to get back in the house before Stone finds me again or Randy comes looking for me.' 

Your eyes went to the Mercedes just to tilt your head. You eased over to it, seeing a pair of heels on the back floor board and a yellow bag you recognized as the one Dewey bragged about getting Gale as a birthday gift.

'Gale? What the hell is Gale doing here?' 

You went to sneak back when your phone vibrated in your pocket. The high pitched ringing made you fumble for it, quickly jerking it out of your pocket and answering it just to shut it off. 

"What? Listen, Stu if-" You hissed out, trying to keep quiet and hide in the shadows near the house. The voice caught you off guard.

"YN, it's Billy." 

You paused a moment before looking at the ID…Unknown number. You shakily put the phone back up to your ear with a roll of your lips. "...Right…I don't know how you're doing this but I'm not that stupid." 

Billy's voice scoffed on the other line. "YN, I don't have a phone, remember? I'm using a payphone." 

"Sure." You gave sarcastically. 

"YN…You need to get out of there. We don't have time for bullshit." 

"And why do I need to do that, huh? So you can off me?" 

"No, dipshit so I can talk to you and save your ass!...Stu is in on it and I have proof." 

You blinked. "...You're lying." 

"YN, it is ME! Okay, you tased me earlier! You told me you should have left me for dead…Remember?...It's Billy." He gave in a condescending tone. 

You felt your brows scrunch as your lips parted. No one else but Billy would know that and it sounded like Billy. "I don't understand." 

You saw Stones light and stopped talking as Billy spoke on the other line. "YN, you have to get out of that goddamn house! Stu is planning to strike tonight." 

You didn't answer as you heard some sort of commotion and Stone talking. 

"YN?" 

You whispered, no choice but to creep away from the house closer to the woods. "Billy…I can't talk right now-" 

"Then meet me off the property. I can be there in 5 minutes. I need to show you what I found…Once you see it, maybe you'll finally get a clue and we can off Stu and put an end to this. You don't die, Dewey and Randy don't die and I don't die…We can be on our marry way with Stu out of our lives forever." 

"I'm not going deeper into the freaking woods." 

"Do you want to die tonight? Do you want Dewey and Randy to die? If you can't go to the woods because you're a scared little girl then how the fuck are you going to take down this killer?" 

"Billy-" 

"YN, hurry up. We won't have another chance before Stu starts his bullshit!" 

You bit your lip in thought as it got darker. You looked back towards the house one last time before reaching down and getting your gun from inside your boot. 

"Okay…Where do you want me to meet you?" 

"South East. Head towards the near the road. I'll climb up that way. Closer to the road you get, the better. Safer for you and easier for me." 

You sucked in a shaky breath, gun in one hand and the phone to your ear. It was dark but not as dark as the woods near your home. The lights illuminated even the treeline. Your eyes darted to every tree and bush, as you tried to walk.

"You walking? Try to stay closer to the treeline so I can see you. I'm leaving the payphone." 

"Yeah…Wait- " You answered on the phone. "Billy, I just don't get it…Why would Stu do this?" 

"Cause he's a nutcase, YN. He's off his rocker." 

You were eerily aware of how far you were going away from the house. You slowed, feeling your gut telling you something was wrong. You were roughly 50 feet from the house and you didn't want to go any further. 

"I don't understand, why are you here?" 

"...YN, we can discuss it later, okay? Just get there so I can leave the damn phone. You want to wait in the woods in the dark? Stay there and I'll get to you as soon as I can." 

You stopped dead in your tracks. You licked your lips. "No." 

"What? I'm trying to save your life!" 

"...You know what else I can't understand?" 

"What?" 

"...Why would you give a shit with the fight we had? I could see saving your ass but why mine?...Why not just off Stu yourself if you have proof?...And Who is Stu's partner?...Who's his partner, Billy?" 

The other line went silent. And you instantly knew.

"...You're definitely not Billy." 

"Too late...You just made a big mistake." The familiar Ghostface voice finally came through.

"No, you made a mistake!  I'm locked and loaded and I'm tired of playing cat and mouse with you!...I don't care who you are, I'm done playing these fucking games! You want me so badly? Come get me!"  You hissed, trying to get ready. Your heart dropped, knowing you just pulled the trap's snare on yourself like you wanted…But you were still being trapped. You clicked the phone off and tried speed dialing Stu's number. You let it ring as you shoved it in your pocket, hoping he'd get the hint and be there soon. 

You braced your gun with both hands, darting around. Heart racing as you swore every tree and every shadow as someone in a mask. Moments passed by as you started back peddling, subtly trying to get back to the house and hopefully lure the killer towards everyone. Towards people like Stone and Dewey that had guns too.

"COME ON!... I KNOW YOU'RE WATCHING ME!....WHO THE HELL EVER YOU ARE I-" 

You cut off your own sentence with a scream as something huge rushed you from the side. You saw the mask and went to aim just for it to be shoved to the side right as you pulled the trigger. The bullet fired off into a nearby tree as your body crashed onto the ground. Gun tightly wrapped in your hand as you finally came face to face with this new Ghostface hunched over you.

You screamed again as you used what you were taught, trying to grapple your thighs around his waist and shoulder to get leverage as a knife narrowly stabbed the ground next to your head. Your eyes widened as you twisted your leg before you kicked them in the chest and rolled out. You went to shoot them when they slashed the knife over your hand, smacking the gun away as it got tossed to the forest floor. You didn't even have time to register what happened when they grabbed you by the head and jerked your neck downward, harshly tossing your body on the ground as you released a pain filled cry. Your head hitting a rock as your vision blurred.

They tossed you like you weighed nothing…Smashing your body feet away from them and stalking towards you. 

You heard Stu on your phone talking as you jerked it out of your pocket and urgently yelled at him. 

"STU! IN THE WOODS NEAR THE HOUSE! HELP ME!!" 

You gasped as it was kicked from your hand. Stu frantically asked something on the other line before it was crushed under a heavy boot. 

Years of preparing and years of nightmares fighting each other as you tried grabbing fistfuls of leaves to crawl to your gun. Tears streaming down your face as your breathing becomes choked off gasps for air. They jerked you backwards with a grunt as you screamed, praying someone would hear you.

They readied their hunting knife again as your hands felt for something, anything to use against them. Without a second thought, your fingers gripped a sharp rock in your hand and slammed it against the masked figure's head. You heard a man groan. You slammed it again…Again…and finally they leaned back enough to clutch their head as you got enough leverage to scramble away. 

You sobbed, urgently crawling to the gun before your fingers got it. You jumped up, whipping around with your finger on the trigger

….Just for no one to be there. 

Your hands trembled uncontrollably as tears rolled down your face. You whipped the gun in every direction, ready for them to attack you again just for nothing to happen. After a few moments; you bolted, scrambling through the wooded area back to the house. You cried as you ran, catching yourself on branches as you prepared for the killer to grab you.

Someone jumped out from a tree and you screamed, aiming your gun and almost pulling the trigger until they threw their arms up. "Woah! It's me!" 

You coughed out a sob, staring in shock to see Billy there…You didn't lower your gun.

"W-What the fuck are you doing here?!" 

"Keep your voice down." He eyed you. "I called Stu's number after I saw you guys were still gone with the motel's phone, he explained what your plan was tonight and I decided to see for myself. I got a cab and figured I'd hitch a ride back with stupid if everything goes right." 

"Then why the fuck didn't he tell me?!" 

"Probably because you were with Randy and he couldn't risk it…What happened? I heard you screaming." He stared at you. The malice he had for you earlier left his face.

You shook your head, feeling an anxiety attack bubbling in you as you choked back a sob. "...I was fucking attacked…And you know who called me? YOU." 

Billy stared a moment before scoffing with a slight smirk. "That's impossible. How could I call you without a phone? I'm too far away from a pay phone…YN, it wasn't me. You're panicking." 

You didn't answer as someone else came out of the bushes. You jumped, aiming your gun at them to see Stu creeping towards you. "Sweetcheeks?! Are you okay? I heard you screaming clear from the car and then your call!...And the fuck are you doing here?" He eyed Billy.

You backed up, aiming your gun between them. Stu's face fell as he looked at you. "Babe, what the hell happened?" 

"She was attacked." Billy answered for you. "Whoever it is is in the woods still…She came from the direction you came in." 

"I didn't see shit." Stu scoffed. "And what are you doing here, man? I thought you were at the motel?" 

"SHUT UP!" You screamed at them both. Your voice cracked as you backed up as fast as you could. "...You both have lied and hid and manipulated shit this entire time. Someone attacked me." 

Stu huffed. "YN, you called me and I came!" 

"How could you be close enough to get to me without seeing the killer, Stu?! But not close enough to save me or for me to see the killer and you at the same time?" Your lip trembled as you clenched your jaw to stop it. 

Stu eased towards you. "Babe, put the gun down. You're too emotional right now-" 

"I don't fucking care! Billy called me and you came from the direction the killer was in but didn't  see him…How do I know Billy didn't use your phone, Stu? Huh? Woodsboro all over again just switch the roles." You choked out, hands trembling and voice hoarse with tears.

Stu and Billy came closer to you. Billy scrunched his brows. "YN, you're bleeding pretty fucking bad." 

Stu licked his lips and looked desperate to get towards you. "Sweetcheeks, put the gun down. You know me. Let's talk about this. I tried to get here as fast as I could through the woods; it's dark. I couldn't see a foot in front of me." 

"And how could I use Stu's phone?" Billy added.

Stu pulled out his phone for emphasis. "See? There's no way." 

Your eyes darted to the house's light in the distance. Your run getting you a bit farther away than you liked. 

You knew they were probably right but you also thought they could be wrong. It was all too convenient! It was all too THEM to pull something like this. Your terrified brain couldn't make heads or tails of any of it. Just when you think you could outsmart the killer; they show just how different they are from all the others. 

You took one last look at them, shaking your head. "...Fuck you both!" Before turning and running as fast as you could. 

You could hear them calling out to you, you didn't dare look back. You needed to get to Dewey and Randy and get out of here. Fast. You didn't even care at this point what leverage the killer had. Just that you wanted to get away from two people that were starting to become more and more suspicious by the day. 

You got close enough you could see the cars and side of the house. You heard yelling and screaming, seeing the blue pool and what looked like Dewey and Randy arguing with Gale and Jennifer before a huge flash erupted. A giant bang making you shield your face as heat hits you. The force was enough to make you lose your balance and fall onto your side feet away from where you stood. Scraps of wood,metal and brick hitting the ground and trees in front of you as the treeline helped shield you from the debris. 

You opened your eyes from your place on the ground, gun still in hand as you realized…You just saw the house blow up. 

You stared in shock as your worst nightmare was coming alive. Billy and Stu play you just to kill the ones closest to you…And frame you as the only one alive at that party. They're gone and getting revenge by sending you to prison like you tried to do to them all those years ago. 

"...DEWEY!...RANDY!" You called out, completely panicked as adrenaline made you get up and run. Building ablaze be damned as you raced to the fire. Your eyes scanned around as you rushed towards the pool area. Staying away from the area the best you could as what was left of the building burned, debris on fire floating in the pool.

"RANDY!....DEWEY!" You cupped your hands to yell for them. Tears straining your voice at the idea they were caught in the explosion.

Suddenly, you heard yelling down the hill. You rushed over the balcony, crawling over it before your hand slipped. You found yourself sliding down, rolling into a tumble as you slid a few feet and stopped at a ledge.

You laid there for a second, wondering if you were even alive at this point before looking around and pushing yourself upward.

You groaned and stumbled to stand.

That's when you heard it, Randy and Dewey calling for you followed by Dewey calling for Gale and Jennifer and both of them calling back. All of them nearby.

"DEWEY! RANDY! WHERE ARE YOU?!"  

You got up and slid down the hill the rest of the way on your side. A slight limp in your ankle as you twisted it the wrong way on the way down. 

"Ouch shit-" You scoffed, crouched down and gripping your ankle before forcing yourself to stand up near the road. 

You looked to see Gale smiling up at the hill. Your heart dropped when you saw Ghostface behind her near the parked jeep on the street and Dewey's panicked scream from the hill. 

"GALE! BEHIND YOU!" Dewey yelled.

Gale screamed and ducked down as you aimed your gun and Dewey did as well. Both of you shooting at the killer. You saw Dewey's bullet hit their chest and you got closer, shooting as you stalked towards them. You felt a rush of satisfaction knowing you hit them as well as they rolled under the car. 

You ran towards Gale and the car but stopped when you heard Dewey yelling and rolling down the hill with Randy tumbling after him.

You got distracted by two people you thought could be dead rolling down near you. When you looked back to where Gale was…The killer wasn't under the car. 

"Dewey!...Are you alright?" Gale forced herself up to rush to Dewey and you did the same. Both of you helped Dewey and Randy stand.

"Yeah…Never been better." Dewey croaked out.

Randy groaned and staggered to his feet with you gripping his arm for balance. "Yeah, I had Dewey to break my fall…Thanks big guy." 

"What are surrogate big brothers for?" Dewey sarcastically gave as he leaned on Gale.

Randy steadied himself, glancing at you before his eyes got wide as he realized who had ahold of his arm. He jerked you into a tight hug. "Fucking christ YN, you're alive!" He gripped you tight enough to hurt as you hugged him back just as tightly. His upper body strength was a bit more crushing than yours; you couldn't breathe and you didn't care. He pulled back, fear in his eyes as he stared you down and held your shoulders in his hands. "What the fuck are you doing? Where were you? I thought you were in the house! I thought-" His voice cracked before he held you again. "Don't you ever do that to me again! Ever! It's a horror rule! Didn't you learn anything from my case?! I swear to God -" 

"I know. I'm so sorry…But I was attacked." You mumbled with a swallow. 

He finally released you as you both watched Dewey and Gale rush to the car, Dewey looking around with his gun aimed. 

Randy seemed eager to stay away from the car as you nudged out of his grip, your gun drawn and ready to kill anyone you saw wearing that god awful mask. Randy and you made your way closer. 

"He's fast…I could have sworn I hit him." Dewey mumbled. 

"So did I." You gave.

Dewey's eyes widened and a smile crept on his face. "YN! Where were you?! We were worried sick!" 

"I was lured into the woods with a phone call and attacked. I'm sorry, I should have got one of you." 

Randy stared at you with a frown and Dewey looked concerned. Gale simply watched you. She didn't glare to her credit but she didn't express concern either. 

Randy walked over to the car and you followed, gun ready in case the killer popped out. 

Dewey turned his attention back to Gale as they smiled at each other. Dewey asked if she was alright. You and Randy ignored them. Randy picked something up from the tire.

You went to ask what it was when a shrill voice rang through the air, making everyone jump.

"WHAT…THE FUCK HAPPENED…TO YOU?!" 

Jennifer came towards Dewey and Gale with twigs in her hair and her clothes disheveled. 

"Jennifer, wait a minute-" Dewey tried to cut in but Jennifer wasn't having it.

"Who gave you a place to stay?! Who are you supposed to be protecting?!" Both her hands were raised into angry fist before she clenched her teeth and whipped the side of her fist across Dewey's mouth.

You gasped in shock, anger bubbling in you just for Gale to intercept before you could even step towards Jennifer. "HEY!" Was all she gave before she punched Jennifer hard enough to send her flying to the ground with a cry. 

You blinked in surprise as Gale stood near Dewey protectively as he held his jaw.

Jennifer jerked her head up and whipped her hair out of her face to glare at Gale. A bit of blood at the corner of her lip.

 She dramatically held her head up high and enunciated every word. "My. Lawyer. Liked. That." 

Gale huffed as she held her fist. "Not as much as I did." 

You all jumped when someone stumbled out of the woods crying. 

"Oh God, the house! Tom was in the house!" She whimpered.

"Angelina? How did you get clear over there?!" Dewey asked as everyone watched her.

Her whole face dropped in a way that made your skin crawl and your gut tell you something was off with her. "...Are we safe?" She asked.

"From who?" Dewey muttered to you all. 

Randy still had the paper in his hands as he cleared his throat. "Uh…Guys-" He showed it as everyone crowded around except for Jennifer who struggled to stand back up and Angelina hung back crying to herself.

You held your breath, terrified as your heart hammered in your ears. What if it was a picture of you and Billy and Stu? Could you say it was photoshop? Would Randy still believe you? Would everyone else believe you? 

You released a breath to see a picture of a young woman. She looked familiar.

"Another picture of Maureen Prescott." Dewey breathed out. 

Gale peaked over. "Just like with the others…Turn it over." 

Randy turned it over. "I killed her" written on the back of it.

Your mouth hung open…Why would Billy and Stu purposely say that if they're in hiding? How could they get to the car so fast without you seeing them? How could you shoot them and they still escaped?

'...They couldn't. They're telling the truth after all.' You told yourself.

You swallowed, shaking your head. Nothing made sense. Not a single fucking thing made sense. Now, you heard police sirens approaching. The cops were coming to the scene and you couldn't leave…You just prayed Stu got our car back to the motel and your life wasn't about to be completely ruined once cops investigated.