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sethcertified · 1 year

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Poly Billy & Stu x Male Reader

Where reader has been canceling plans and spending time with Randy when the three promised to hang out or just generally ditching them for him and they’re hella jealous? Like wanting to keep reader on a leash so he can’t run away anymore jealous.

「 JEALOUSY KILLS ! 」 . . . 📁

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

w.c: 3.2k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . Billy and Stu confront you, raging in jealousy, after seeing you with Randy at Stu’s party; the man you had been ditching Billy and Stu for

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader

Macher parties were your least favorite. They always consisted of the people you hated the most: snobbish highschoolers that didn't give anyone below their social standards the time of day unless it benefited them somehow. You were bare witness to this in real time as a highschooler yourself.

You could usually count on the company of Billy or Stu to keep you occupied. For a while, at least. Yet they developed the habit of seemingly forgetting your presence as the party raged on. They would hang out with you for the first couple minutes of the party, but leave you alone at one point or another. Usually to hang out with Sidney or Tatum. It had happened again and again, and by now, you were sick of it. Standing alone in the corner as people you hate surrounded you was not fun in the slightest.

So you invited Randy.

✁.

Billy sat on the living floor, beer in hand, as Stu sat beside him. Billy was used to having Stu as company, and don't get him wrong, Stu is his best-friend, but there's a limit as to how much Billy can listen to the other man ramble. "Can't believe Will was able to do that! A keg-stand with one hand? I wish I could do that. Whadda ya think, Bill?" Billy's name escaping Stu's mouth caused Billy to look to the blonde boy who had been talking to him for... awhile.

Billy felt himself down the last few drops of beer as he cleared his head. It wasn't common for him to zone out. In fact, he would consider himself to be a great listener. Although, you kinda have to be when being not only best friends but also boyfriends with Stu Macher. But today, something else had caught his attention completely.

Stu flops against the wall as he realizes just how much Billy had been listening for. His gaze flickers to Billy, catching a glimpse of what had ruptured Billy's attention for the past half hour.

You, in all your glory, sipping on your drink in the most angelic way possible. A dark blue sweater draped over your body in a simple but beautiful way. Blue is your color, Stu thinks. No wonder Billy was staring at you. He looks back over to said man, watching as his eyes darken and his jaw tense. Confused, Stu looks back to where you stood, noticing the thing that was bugging Billy. "Is that?"

"Randy," says Billy, in a way that makes it seem like what he's looking at is the most absurd and repulsive thing he's ever seen. Stu mouth falls agape as his eyes catch sight of you, laughing as you touch Randy's forearm. "What is he doing with [Name]?"

Billy lets out a sarcastic chuckle. "What do you think?" Stu's eyes narrow as you laugh at some joke Randy made. He had noticed you two getting closer recently. Hell, you even ditched Billy and Stu to hang out with him more than once! But there was no way you two were-

Maybe you were. "They're not- right, Billy? [Name] wouldn't date Randy." Stu asked, panic and jealousy apparent in his tone. Billy sighs as he lips press into a stern line. "I don't know."

"What if they are?" Stu asks.

"We kill Randy," Billy says nonchalantly but there's something dark underlying his words. "Give [Name] a shoulder to cry on, make him ours. Simple." Stu nods along to Billy's words, but doubt still clouds his mind. "What if that doesn't work."

"It will. And if it doesn’t… I’ll put him on a leash if I have to," is all Billy says before going silent once more. His gaze is glued to you and Randy. You are still smiling at him and talking. But that's okay, Billy reasons. When you're comfortable with someone, you love to talk. You could spend hours rambling about the latest movie you saw or the newest episode of your favorite tv show. That doesn't mean you're dating him. Right?

And smiling? That was nothing. You smile at everything. Something both you and Stu had in common. Hell, you even smile at strays. And, to Billy, Randy was extremely familiar to a stray, wild, animal.

Can't be wilder than you and Stu though. Or did you forget who you are, ghostface?

Billy frowns at the thought. You didn't know. Both Billy and Stu had guaranteed that. But what if you did? What if that was the reason you had started to ditch them for the likes of Randy? Everything you had done with them was stuff you were know doing with Randy, after all.

The first time you had ditched them for Randy was on your weekly movie night. After you had yet to show up after an hour, they had gone out looking for you. They eventually found you sneaking him into a movie theater to see the new Hellraiser movie. Something you had promised to watch with Billy and Stu.

As you began to ditch them more and more, they continued to see what you were doing instead of hanging out with them, and every-time you were with him. Doing stuff you always did and/or promised to do with Billy and Stu. Watching stupid movies to make fun of their absurdity, sneak onto the roof to just talk until the sun crept over the horizon, etc.

It drove them insane. Sure, you didn't owe the two anything. You didn't sign a contract saying you had to spend every waking moment with them. But that didn't make the two any less jealous. Especially when Randy wouldn't leave your side.

"Bill, I can't do this anymore, watching them is driving me nuts, man!" Stu whined as he chugged down some of his beer. For a second, Billy was taken aback. He had completely forgotten Stu's presence (again) while glaring holes into Randy's back. "Maybe we should go up to him?" Stu asks.

Billy clears his throat at the suggestion but glares at Stu. "Does it look like we could with Randy clinging to him? Don't be stupid." Stu pouts as he glances back at you and Randy once more. You're laughing at something he said, again. Stu's pout quickly turned into a frown. He was the only one to ever make you laugh that much.

Was he being replaced by Randy? Could Randy do everything he could? Better, even? The paranoia racking Stu's brain makes him sure he's going crazy. Surely, you wouldn't replace him. Right?

"I'm going up to him," says Stu. Billy gives him a pointed look. "Tell me how that goes."

"You should come with me," Stu replies. Billy feigns ignorance to Stu's words as he lifts the empty bottle of beer to his lips. "C'mon man, before it's too late."

Before it's too late.

The sentence echoes in Billy's ears. He didn't want to lose you. He couldn't lose you. Not to the annoying guys at school, not to the girl who always insists on being your partner whenever she gets the chance in English, and especially not to Randy. Billy wouldn't let that happen. Never. Not to anyone.

You were his and Stu's. No one else's.

Before he even can process what he's doing, Billy's standing up off the floor and walking to the kitchen. Stu right beside him with a satisfactory smile across his face.

You chuckle at something Randy says before you notice Billy and Stu walking towards the both of you. Your smile quickly drops. Now they chose to come say hi?

Stu swings his arm around your shoulder, "Hi, [Name]." His tone was flirty in the charismatic Stu way that would usually make your knees weak. Billy creeps up besides Stu. He gives Randy a quick glance before saying, "Hey" to you.

It was impossible not to notice your sour mood. Even Stu felt his confidence falter. You were pissed. Randy clears his throat, causing all three of you to turn your attention to him. "Sorry, Randy. Anyways, what were you saying?" You completely disregard Billy and Stu, focusing all of your attention on the brunette man in front of you.

Randy's gaze flickers to Billy and Stu before sending you a confused look. The two of you do a bit of eye communication as the tension between all four of you gradually increases. "So," Randy finally clears the air, "Have you guys seen the new Hellraiser movie? Me and [Name] saw it the other day."

As soon as those words leave his mouth, both Billy and Stu look like they want to rip his face off. They already knew of you ditching them for Randy, but to hear it out of his mouth made both men want to take you far, far away from the world. Make you theirs and only theirs.

"Not yet." Says Billy as his brown eyes lock onto you. The feeling of his stern gaze makes you swallow awkwardly. Randy didn't know you were going to see it with Billy and Stu. He also didn't know about your repeated ditching to hang out with him. Every word that could and had come out of his mouth was putting you one foot in the grave.

Randy laughs awkwardly, "It sucked. Didn't miss out on much." Billy just nods his head, not interested in what Randy had to say. "But [Name] can make any movie good. I never laughed so hard in a movie theater before."

"We get it." Billy says, annoyance clear in his words. Your eyes widen at Billy. You knew he never liked Randy that much, but he seemed to always tolerate him when you all hung out together. It made sense, so you never bugged Billy about it since Randy made his crush on Sidney very obvious.

Your gaze lingers on Billy, trying to decipher his abrupt aggressiveness. His face is contorted angrily. If looks could kill, Randy would be six feet under.

"So, Randy, you still got the hots for Sid?" Stu suddenly asks. It doesn't sound genuine at all. What were they up to? "Stu!" You whisper-yell at him. His blue eyes meet with yours. "Why would you ask that when Billy's right there?" It seems odd to you the fact you have to remind Stu that mentioning Randy's crush on Sid is a bad idea when Billy's right there. Unless he had something up his sleeve?

"Uh," Randy stutters, now slightly scared of what Billy will do if he answers truthfully. It doesn't help that Stu was staring down at him like a vulture. "A little, I guess." Your lips pull awkwardly back as Randy avoids eye contact with Billy and Stu. Why were the treating Randy like this?

Stu laughs at Randy, "I can't believe you would actually admit that when her boyfriend is right there!" His laughter quiets down but chuckles still escape his mouth. "Are you that stupid?"

"Dude! Stop being a dick," you whisper to him. Stu squints his eyes at you as if he's trying to figure out why you're defending Randy so hard. Stu frowns but continues on his taunts. "Is that why you came? To sneak a peek of her?"

"What? No!" Randy responds. "I came to hang out with [Name], so he isn't alone. He invited me in the first place."

You smile at his words. It didn't take much to notice; however, how Billy's jaw tensed and Stu's hand against your shoulder clenched. If the only people in the room were you four, you wouldn't doubt either of the boys breaking a beer bottle on Randy's head.

"Well, he isn't alone anymore, so you can leave." Billy says. Randy nervously chuckles, "I mean, I could. But I'm already here with [Name], and I like hanging out with him."

"I like hanging out with you too." You tell him, desperate to make him feel less uncomfortable when there's two men right in-front of him who look like they could slit his throat if given the chance.

"You know what's more fun to hang out with? The door. You should go check it out and while you are at it, get your ass out of here." Billy says without any hesitation in his voice.

"Billy!" You gasp. This wasn't cool anymore. "Can I talk to you?" Your gaze flickers to Stu. "Both of you. In private?" You send Randy an apologetic smile before grabbing both Billy's and Stu's hands and dragging them the hell out of here, without waiting for a response from the two.

Billy stops for a moment to speak to Randy once more, "The door is right there. Feel free to use it while we're gone." You curse under your breath as you pull him with you and take him up the stairs, eventually pulling the two into Stu's bedroom. Your hand doesn't leave theirs 'til you shut the door and can only hear the faint noise of the party raging on downstairs.

You let go of them to cross your arms over your chest, "What the hell are you two doing?"

Billy's the first to respond. "Showing Randy his place," he says, without an ounce of guilt for what he had done.

Stu nods and you glare at him. "C'mon, you guys. He's my friend. What's the problem with him hanging out with me? It's better than me being alone in the corner as I watch everyone around me make out and drink booze." It's your turn to be upset, and you hope your feelings get through their thick skulls.

"I don't care if he's your friend," Billy says, putting a strange emphasis on the word friend. Your brows contort in confusion and anger at his words. "What the hell is wrong with you? There was no reason for you to be that rude to him!" You snap. "I really like him, okay? And I don't want to lose him to you two being major assholes."

"Oh, so now you like him, huh?" Stu says and you sigh. Both of them were being so stubborn about this. "He's my friend, Stu. Of course, I like him."

"What about us? Do you like us?" Stu asks and your mouth falls open in shock.

"Yes? Why wouldn't I like you? You guys are quite literally my best friends."

"Then you shouldn't have an issue hanging out with us instead of Randy," Billy says. You close your eyes in frustration. The three of you were just going in circles at this point.

"Is it 'cause he likes your girlfriend? If so, that has nothing to do with our relationship." You ask and the expression on both of their faces makes you immediately regret your words.

"No. I don't care about Sid, okay? And it has everything to do with your... relationship." Billy pauses before saying the word like it's the most disgusting thing he's ever said.

"Yeah, man!" Stu chimes in. "He's weird. His hair is weird. And his clothes. And... and the way he looks at you! You shouldn't be around him."

"What? You two are behaving like children, right now! What is up with you two?" Your eyes widen as you suddenly put the pieces together. "You're jealous!" You place your palm over you mouth as your gaze flickers between the two. "You're jealous of Randy!"

"So what?" Billy says.

You inch closer to them, "You two are jealous because I've been hanging out with him so much. Oh my god. This whole time, I thought-"

"You thought what?" Stu asks.

"I thought you guys just didn't like him because he likes Sidney. But... why do you guys care that much if I hang out with him so much?" You ponder as you sit on the edge of the bed, no longer standing in front of them.

"Because you're ours, okay?" Stu says as he looms over you. Your eyes widen but he goes on. "We know you've been ditching him for us, [Name]. What did we do wrong?" He wraps his long arms around you as he moves to sit besides you on the bed. His hold is tight, possessive, but strangely enough, oddly comforting.

The room is silent for a moment before you speak. "You guys have been ditching me too, you know? At these parties, you'll talk and hang out with me for a little bit, but sooner or later, you leave me alone in some random room surrounded by people I don't know or don't like. Even at school! I didn't want to be clingy, so I made a new friend. I just didn't want to cling to you guys like some dog."

Your eyes show your hurt and Billy and Stu share a look. That was the reason? It never had even processed to them that that could've been the reason. But the same hint of relief in their eyes shone brightly. You didn't know.

"[Name]," Billy says as he walks to you. You gaze up at him as Stu rests his chin on your shoulder. He stands in-front of you before grasping your chin between his thumb and pointing finger. Flushed at the feeling of his intimacy, you avert your eyes. Before any of you know what's happening, Billy closes the distance between you. As your lips met his, everything else went into a standstill.

Too shocked by the action, you fail to respond to the kiss. This wasn't happening. There was no way Billy Loomis was kissing you. Did he-

Suddenly, all your worries turn into mush until the only thing you can think about is his lips on yours. And you finally realize this is what you had wanted for the longest time. To be with him. No- to be with them. They were the only ones in your heart. Stu's body warmth spreads through your body and captures your soul, making you part away from Billy.

Turning to Stu, your eyes bore into his, asking the question that wouldn't dare leave your mouth. Are we about to kiss? Stu answers the question immediately, pressing his lips against yours. The feeling that rushes through you is almost identical to the one you felt while kissing Billy. Your brain fogs, only focusing on him until the necessity to breathe arose, causing you to pull away.

"That was," you pause as your mind tries to find the words. "Unreal." You stare up at Billy dizzily. He takes the eye contact as a positive, sending you a rare but genuine smile. Stu practically jumps on to Billy as he springs up from the bed, wrapping his long arm around Billy’s neck, putting him into a headlock. “Sorry, Bill, but he was talking about our kiss. Not yours.”

Billy pushes him off and you can’t help but chuckle at the two. Billy punched Stu shoulder playfully but still with impact. “I can make them say that about more than kissing. Too bad, you can’t do the same.”

“And how would you know, smart guy?” Stu asks but you can feel the sexual tension start to build up between them. Billy suddenly pulls Stu’s head back by his hair, “Cause you can only take dick.” Stu bites his lip in arousal and you can tell that this was by no means something that they hadn’t done before.

Billy turns to you, Stu still in his grasp. “Do you want this?”

Your mouth opens in response, “I-”

✎ notes . . . to be continued… my favorite type of endings!! if this does well, I will write a part two that is SMUT AHHH

©️ sethcertified 2023

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Hello~!

So may I request a poly ghost face (from 1996) where they have an autistic trans!reader. Ik a lot (I'm projecting) the reader stims vocally by mimicking what they say, and they have a special interest (am like bugs, gore, sharks, dinosaurs, something around those lines yk? I feel like gore would fit) the reader rambles and rants Abt their special interest a lot! Just those kinds of things. I feel like you'd be able to capture this perfectly, thank you! Have a wonderful time zone :)

Poly Ghostface x autistic trans male reader

Headcanons

I always headcanon Stu as having something like ADHD, or just more hyperactive autism.

Been a while since I wrote about these two, huh? I’ve kinda missed em, ngl. Hope it’s alright I took some liberties with the hyperfixations :)

I can imagine that maybe you were friends with Stu when you were kids, because you were both “weird” in other people’s opinion. Stu because he was too hyperactive and could never sit still, and you because of your weird interests and how you were quite antisocial at times.

Time would pass, you guys would grow older. Stu would become someone popular, as his erratic and hyper personality becomes something others admire because he’s fun, whilst you stay being the weirdo with too much interest in medical texts, insects, and decomposition.

Neither of you meant to do it, but you would grow apart. Stu would get his new friends, specifically Billy, and you would stay by yourself burying yourself in your special interests. Its not strange to find you flipping through medical books or books about the horrors of war and medical malpractice. The more pictures the better.

When its not medical texts and war pictures with as much gorey detail as possible in the text and pictures, you can be found reading about death and the work of being a mortician, the way a body decays, and all that.

And when its neither of those things, you can be found looks at bugs, lifting rocks or moving trash to see what critters you can find. You have a sketchbook you like to draw in, three ones at that, one for each hyperfixation since you don’t wanna mix the information in them.

Its in the many niche medical books you learn about being transgender, and suddenly how uncomfortable you are in your own body makes sense. You don’t need any friends, or your families support to transition, that’s what you tell yourself at least.

You haven’t really had any real friends since you split form Stu when you were kids, and your creepy interests chase off anyone who might attempt to befriend you.

So, when you show up one day to school and openly tell people you are now a boy, no one really questions it, because why would they? You’re already weird, and compared to all your other quirks, being a boy is probably the most normal thing about you.

Through all these years you haven’t experienced as much bullying as you probably would have anywhere else, all thanks to Billy and Stu.

Stu because he still sees you as his friend in some way, and Billy because he’s fascinated by you. One day after you had come out, he walked behind you and saw you drawing detailed diagrams of top surgery in grotesque detail, and Billy has been hooked since.

At some point you and Billy would end up talking, one way or another. Maybe it was at the video store around Halloween one night, maybe the year Sidney’s mom died, and Billy would ask your opinion on the horror movie selection.

Youd grimace and say they sucked since the gore was so unrealistic, which Billy, the freak, would definitely ask into why you thought so. This would lead to you infodumping to him for a long time, going through multiple movies and explaining how its unrealistic and what would have made it better.

As infodumping goes, you don’t even realize how long you’ve been standing there talking to one of the hottest guy at your school about fictional gore, until Randy has to tell you guys that the store is closing soon.

You end up getting real embarrassed about wasting his time like that, which Billy is quick to tell you that nothing was wasted because he loved talking about it with you and hearing what you had to say. He would love to talk again some time.

You don’t really believe him, until he searches you out the next day in your shared free period when you are sitting outside drawing bugs and beetles, dragging Stu with him of all people. You haven’t actually interacted with Stu in a while, so you cringe and get jitters when he hugs you and gets into your personal space.

Its Billy who has to remind him of personal space, and before you know it, they’ve asked in about your special interests, and then they just sit back as you infodump and show them the pictures and drawings you have in all three of your sketchbooks, making the two Woodsboro killers fall for you harder and harder.

Time would pass and you three would start spending a lot of time together, Billy and Stu always hanging around you to listen to what you have to say, never growing tired no matter how much you infodump.

Stu would be the first to confess his feelings, as he feels fast and he feels strong, so one day when you two are laying on his bed and you’re talking about the difference between two beetles who look almost the exact same, whilst also talking about lungs and how they’re built, Stu just leans over and kisses you.

You would be so confused, until Stu tells you that he really likes you, he would even spill the beans that Billy feels the same way too. As if summoned, Billy would show up and Stu would be all like “right Billy? You like him too, right?” and Billy would facepalm cuz he planned on confessing in a much better way.

But hed agree and say he fell pretty damn hard for you, but neither rushes you in your decision as they know it’s a big step. I can imagine Stu also rambling about how hes always liked you since you were kids, even before you transitioned, and how he actually started liking you even more afterwards because you looked so much more comfortable with yourself and who you were.

At some point you would come to the conclusion that you felt the same way, and boom, now you got two boyfriends who like you for who you are, and would stab a bitch if they tried to disrespect you in any way, shape, or form.

When the ghostface killings happen, you wouldn’t be at the party since they are super overstimulating, but you would go to the hospital to check on Billy and Stu since they are the only “survivors”.

I thought it would be funny if you developed a special interest in the ghostface killers and started a fourth sketchbook filled with your notes and theories, but you would keep it hidden form Billy and Stu because you fear it would trigger their trauma, since you don’t know they are the killers.

The fourth sketchbook would also have rants you can’t put anywhere else, like how certain people have hatecrimed you because of your gender, or because you are “weird”, and how some dark sick part of your brain wants the ghostface killers to kill them.

At some point your boyfriends would find the sketchbook and go through it together, whistling as they see the detailed analysis made for each kill, and how you are so close to figuring it out. But when they read all the stuff you’ve written you never told them, it angers them that people have been hurting you without them knowing.

You wouldn’t have told them since you didn’t want to worry them, and it wasn’t their fight in your opinion. Billy and Stu decide that they have to pull out the masks once more, seems they have a couple of horrible people to get rid of for mistreating you.

Imagine your surprise when one night you walk into your room stimming with both your hands and repeating stuff that Billy and Stu said earlier that day, only to find not one, but two people wearing ghostface gear in your room.

It takes you a little too long to even spot them as you were scribbling in your death sketchbook, having gotten a sudden spark of inspiration on the way home from your apprenticeship as the local funeral home.

You almost get to scream before they pounce, never actually hurting you but clamping a hand over your mouth, their gloves wet with what you can smell is blood. After they make you promise to stay quiet, they unmask and reveal who they are.

You buffer like an old computer for a little too long, before smacking the shit out of both of them, wacking them in the chest for not telling you. Your opinion on death and murder are probably really twisted, and the people they’ve killed have either hurt you or you had no relationship with them.

It does light up every light in your hyperfixations though, and you might demand them to explain what killing someone is like, or what a freshly killed body looks like for your sketchbooks.

Billy would grin and try to kiss you, because how can you be so perfect? But you’d wave him off with a grimace and demand Stu explain once again what it was like stabbing someone so you can get it all down in your book.

I don’t know if youd join them as a third Ghostface, but they might take you along every now and then, letting you roam the place after they’ve done their thing if the chance is there. I could imagine them taking pictures of things for you too.

I’m imagining them both dressed up as ghostface, except no mask, both kissing at your cheeks and neck and being all lovey dovey and almost purring, whilst you are sketching down the different pictures and notes about them.

They love you so much, its insane. You’re gonna have them hanging on you for the rest of your life, sorry man, I don’t make the rules. Even if you move to another city and start studying to be a professor or like, investigator for the FBI, they would go with you. It would even help them in their Ghostface work as you are an expert in them not getting caught.

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ratwife77 · 2 months

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Height Headcanons

The Outsiders

(These are all during the book)

Pony- solid 5’5- I honestly forgot how his height is described minus being taller than Johnny.. so I think he’d be just average ish for his age

Soda- 5’9 is average ish so.. he’s what girls expect? He’s standard? But he does give a shorter vibe which is why he’s not taller

Darry- 6’2 do I need to explain?

Two-Bit: 5’11 he’s just lanky I can’t see him as being short

Dallas- 5’10 I feel like he’s sort of lean but not too tall, just above average.. intimidating presence but not a wall like Darry and not quite Two-Bit’s height

Steve- 5’7 he should be shorter but I think he should at least be taller than Pony.. give him that

Johnny- 5’4 he would have had some more growing to do, but he’d always be below average

Tim- 5’11 intimidating, sort of lean but more wall-like than Dallas.

Curly- 5’6 he has more growing to do, but not a lot.. he is pissed about his height ngl

Angela- 5’2 I don’t think she’d be above average

Cherry- 5’5 I think she’d be taller because she’d wear heels often but this is her actual height

Marcia- 5’7 she gives either short or tall vibes but I don’t like huge height differences for ships.. I’m sorry but I do ship Marbit on the side and 4 inches is enough..

Bob- 6’0 I think it’s important for the story- he needs to really look over both Johnny and Ponyboy, but I also want Darry to be a greater presence (to those against him anyway) so that’s why he’s shorter than him.

Randy- 5’11, similar build to Two-Bit, lanky

Sylvia- 5’9 no question.. just trust me I know she told me

Evie- 5’1 someone had to be my height okay

Sandy- 5’4 she, like Soda, is good looking so I think she should be about average so she’s perceived as the standard

Tex (please let there be someone who cares about Tex lol)

Tex- 5’6 I imagine him to have a sturdy, decent build like Pony, but be a little taller, maybe just a little muscular- he’s not in peak form but he’s well off

Mason- he was in basketball.. 6’1.. he’s slim but lean and able to kick butt

Johnny- 5’7, him and Tex are of similar build.. if they grew up together and are still friends, I’d like to represent them growing together metaphorically and literally

Jamie- 5’6 1/2, she’s gotta be taller than Tex I feel it in my bones.. but her brother is taller than her

Cole- 6’2 built like a brick wall- I want him to be taller than Mason because it’s kind of who he wants to be, literally looking up to him(at least I think, I don’t remember everything)

Robert- tbh I forgot who he was mostly.. I’m so sorry but I think he’d be 5’10

Pop- 5’10 this has a purpose. Mason is quite literally growing past him, resenting him for not living his other son, while during most of the book, Tex is stuck looking up to him

Lem.. nobody likes you but here- 5’9 just your average absolute slimeball (nobody likes Pop either I just forgot to put that because I got off on a ramble about symbolism through height..)

Mrs. Johnson- 5’7 (with heels nobody knows her real height), kind of an adult that is helpful to Tex so she’s taller than him.. you get what I’m saying, sort of like Pop

I had to look on the wiki to remember everyone, hopefully that’s everyone who’s important

Rumble Fish (I have a bad memory.. hopefully all the details are right)

Motorcycle Boy- everything hinges on his height, because everyone looks up to him. 6’3 final height (taller than Darry.. more separate from his world.. away from others.. you get it)

Rusty James- he grows to be as tall as Motorcycle Boy, emphasizing his ‘becoming’ him.. but during the book- main events anyway, he’s 5’7, tall for his age

Steve- 5’3 he’s short, sort of removed from Rusty, different

Patty- 5’5

Smokey- sort of under the radar and clever, so I’ll put him at 5’5 ‘under’ Rusty.. hopefully that makes sense

Biff- 5’11

B.J.- he’s probably like 5’6, above Smokey because he’s loyal, not low to the ground like a snake (I’m not making fun of short people I am one it’s just for metaphorical purposes)

Mr. James- sort of different like Motorcycle Boy, keeps up better than Rusty James if I remember correctly.. 5’10, closer to him

Mrs. James- idk I don’t remember but let’s say 5’4

Just noticed the error with Mrs. James- please ignore the pictured height for her

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #dallas winston #johnny cade #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #two bit mathews #tex mccormick #rumble fish #mason mccormick #randy adderson #bob sheldon #cherry valance #motorcycle boy #idk what else to tag

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opposums-love-arson · 1 year

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Scream Queen Book 1: Conventional Final Girl

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Stu Macher x Reader x Billy Loomis

Okay so basically let's just cut to the chase, the main character "(y/n)" is Sidney Prescott's little stepsister, yeah? Well, what happens when she takes Sid's place as the final girl? A whole lot. Disclaimer: All rights reserved to the copy righted owners of the Scream franchise. The only creative input I had in this fan fiction was the part of (y/n), almost everything else can be found in the movie. Follows the movie very closely. I mean the actual movie, not the script. Obviously switching out some parts to fit the narrative. It takes a couple of chapters to really get it kicking but I promise it gets good. *NO SMUT* these are still high school students and I do not want to overtly sexualize KIDS! And if you make the argument of "I'm not a kid" I'm 18 been there, done that, don't try it.

"Hello, who is it?" I asked into the large telephone.

"No one in particular..." Sounds like another one of the boys' prank calls.

"Okay Mr. No one in particular, any reason for the call?"

"No reason in particular, just wanted to talk."

"Hmm okay then talk," I said as I swiveled around in my chair.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" The raspy but oddly pitched voice asked.

"Oh I've got plenty but you might want to sit down, it'll take a while."

"I've got time."

"Ya know, stuff like Halloween, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw. Then there's creature features like The Thing. B-horror like Slumber Part Massacre or Sleepaway Camp." I finally finish my rambling when I hear my step sister and her boyfriend in the other room.

"Do you really like scary movies?"

"Oh yeah definitely but I think it's mainly because of my step sister's friends?"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I mean I always liked horror but they really got me into it. Especially our friends Randy, Billy and Stu, they're crazy about that stuff!" I said as I flopped down onto my bed.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing with all those guys?"

"They're not a lot of guys, if anything it equals out our group," I said, completely avoiding the whole 'pretty girl' thing... that was kind of weird.

Hearing a knock at my door completely startled me.

"Oh um hey I have to go but feel free to call me back anytime," I whisper into the phone quickly placing it back on the body.

It was obvious the person on the line was saying something before I hung up but I didn't bother to listen

In popped Neil's head from the other side of the door. "Hey kiddo who ya talking to?" He said as he looked around. "Hm? Oh no one, what's up Neil?" I asked, now back in my desk chair. Neil was a good guy, I'm glad he and my mom started dating, they actually just got engaged! I think I was more excited about it than my step sister, Sindey, she's still grieving. "Just got done talking to your sister, I'm going to hit the sack, remember I'm not back until sunday. Cash on the table and call if you need anything," He said waiting for me to say something. "Alright got it Neil, have fun at the expo!" I waved him off before he closed the door.

My mom and I didn't move to Woodsoro until she really started dating Neil. It's always just been her and I for as long as I can remember, but it feels good to be part of a complete family again. I missed our old home at first with all my friends and family but Sid quickly took me under her wing. I met all of her friends including Stu, Tatum, Randy and Sid's boyfriend Billy. I'll admit it was weird at first because they just saw me as the little step sister but once Randy and I went on a ranting debate about which was the real pioneer of Slasher; Texas Chainsaw or Black Christmas, it got a lot easier. Even though Stu and Billy were pretty cute I'll never be used to Stu's wild energy, nor Billy's slightly shady behavior.

The next morning didn't go quite as expected... There were reporters, cameras, and news vans posted up all around school. Sid and I were freaked the moment we got off the bus. She was looking around bewildered by everything going on until we spotted one woman in particular, Gale Weathers. To say the least, Weathers was a total bitch towards Sid's mom's name.

"Can you believe this shit?!" We heard a voice pop up from behind us. Sid totally jumped.

"Tatum, what is going on?" Sidney asks, waving her arm out to the school.

"Yeah, since when was Woodsboro flooded with reporters?" I looked over at Tatum, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You don't know?" Tatum asked both of us, a hint of amusement on her face.

"No," Sid and I said in unison, still confused.

"Casey Becker and Steve Orth were killed last night," She said with a harsh but light tone just above a whisper.

"What?! No way!" Sid softly exclaimed.

I was too shocked to say a single word so I just listened.

"And we're not just talking killed, we're talking splatter movie killed. Ripped open, from end to end," Tatum talked about it with entertaining ease, like it was just gossip.

I think I'm going to be sick.

"Casey Becker, she sits next to me in English," Sid said looking over at her best friend.

I think you mean sat, Sid. I thought.

"Not anymore," Said Tatum with a wobble of her head.

She went on saying, "It's so sad, her mom and dad found her hanging from a tree. Her insides on the outside." Shoving her hands near her stomach.

"Oh my god," Sid said as she reached for the back of her neck, probably to feel the goosebumps that appeared.

"Do they know who did it?" I finally asked, feeling the urge to know.

The two looked over at me with Tatum saying, "Fucking clueless, I mean they're interogating the entire school? Teacher, students, janitors."

"They think someone at school did it?" Sid asked

"They don't know, I mean Dewy was saying this is the worst crime he's seen in years. Even worse than-" Tatum paused when I nudged her side, "Well, it's bad." She finished.

The bell signaling the start of the first period rang.

"C'mon Sid, we gotta get to class..." I said as I lightly grabbed her hand, giving it a slight reassuring squeeze.

"Yeah, alright..." She responded, removing her hand from mine. She's just going through a lot right now.

Sitting through the first period is weird when you have a seat that was right behind a dead person. Not Casey Becker but Steve Orth. He'd ask me for a pencil or notes every day because he forgot his. Claimed it was because of football practice. Soon enough the five minute bell for next class rang. A class that didn't have any dead students.

Walking to my locker to rotate my books I was blocked by none other than Stu Macher.

"Hey, (y/n)," He drawled out my name with a big smile, "Whatcha up to?"

"Getting my books Stu, same thing you should be doing."

"C'mon, you're not still upset with me, are you?" He asked with a fake pout

"Yeah actually I am Stu!" I shouted in a whisper

"I couldn't help myself, I mean look at you?" He said as he squished my face.

Swatting his hand away I said, "That's no excuse!"

"You can be such a prude," he said as he leaned his head on my locker.

"No, it's called being a good friend with a balanced moral compass that can see when her friend's boyfriend is about to cheat with her." I huffed as I slammed my locker door.

"C'mon, (y/n)! You can't stay pissed forever! You'll come around eventually!" Stu shouted after me.

"Like hell I will!" I shouted back. No matter how abundantly clear my feelings for him are, I would never do that behind Tatum's back.

#scream fanfic #ghostface x reader #stu x reader #billy x reader #scream 1996 #billy loomis #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #scream x reader #scream x yn

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billy loomis/stu macher x ‘theater/musical kid’ reader

billy

-when I say you annoy billy I mean you ANNOY him😭

-out of no where you start singing and he just side eyes glances at you and roll his eyes with dramatic boom effects 💀

-billy comes to every one of your shows and is either asleep or always admiring you

-billy threatens anyone who is also signing up for the role you want

-he doesn’t want you playing in any romantic scenes that include you kissing/you having a romantic moment with your theater cast mate

-do to jealousy and him being possessive over you

-the only time billy allowed it was in Romeo and Juliet

-Sidney was playing Juliet and steve orths was playing Romeo but steve had bailed and never showed up for the play he barely ever showed up for rehearsal he only showed up when he felt like it so you had to put matters into your own hands and play romeo (if you know this reference Ily 😸it’s literally the photo as well😭✋) You were pissed not because you had to kiss Sidney

-no,you were pissed because steve had bailed now you had to remember your lines as romeo in under a couple hours and had to put a ridiculous wig on It did not look that good on you💀

-billy and randy were sitting in one of the front rows

-billy was falling asleep not paying attention until he hear randy say

“wait..is that (y/n?!”

-randy asked surprised

that caught Billy’s attention when billy realized it was you he was dying of laughter you could hear his laugh all the way in the audience you were so annoyed and pressed by his taunting laugh he actually started crying from how ridiculous you looked

-billy finds it attractive if how competitive you get to get the role you want

-as highly as it annoys billy that you’re a theater/musical kid it makes him happy seeing smile on stage it warms his dark cold heart

-some times billy even invites himself to your rehearsal insisting he should stay

“billy you really don’t have to be here it’s just rehearsal”

“no no no (y/n) you always insist I watch you rehearse ”

“I don’t tho-“

“shh shh shh” he cut you off putting his index up to your mouth shushing you

-you shake your head in annoyance joining your group

-billy rolled his eyes at your group as they rambled and practiced their lines

-but when you talk he was all eyes one you

-surprising to billy he actually liked watching you get into character he like watching you over exaggerate with your act/facial expression

stu

-stu is always fan girling when he sees you on stage in character

-when ever your on stage he has stars in his eyes (they sparkle for you)

-always cheering the loudest for you

-for every one of your shows he buys you a bouquet of flowers to congratulate you

-side eyes/gives sassy attitude to anyone who is trying to get your role

-he would gladly help you reenact/practice your lines/parts

-he thinks it’s fun getting into character with you even if he isn’t apart of the play

-he also finds it cute seeing you act/getting into character

-he loves helping you backstage get dressed into your character

-stu and tatum are your personal make up artist

-whenever the sheets of who got the parts are up on the boards stu yanks your hand running down the halls to see the list

-stu waited outside your class waiting for you to come out ‘c’mon (y/n/n’ stu was getting impatient waiting for you

right when you walked out of class stu yanked your hand “W0ah” you yelped out as you and stu zooming down the halls

when stu ‘politely’ pushed everyone out the way he saw the chart and you got the role you wanted both you and stu squealed as you jumped up and down

-stu was so happy that you were happy he loved seeing your cheeky smile

-stu would give stank face to any one who thought you sucked

-because in stu eyes you were his favorite and best ‘actor’

-you were his theater/musical geek

#billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x you #stu macher #stu macher x reader #scream #ghostface #scream 1996

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sugar-omi · 1 year

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i start school in 12 hours 😧

so to keep from losing my sanity imma ramble about how Cove would make school fun if you hate it, like me!

Going to school with him, rather it's by bus, car, or on foot is always nice bc you guys can just talk and hang out on your own.

If someone ever tries to start shit w you, he's there and ready to kick ass. (not literally, he's a gentle giant. i mean unless he really has to)

If you get easily burnt out and lack motivation to do your school work, you guys can have study sessions!!! although results may vary when it comes to how much work you actually get done 💀

Sits next to you in all your classes and pouts when your schedules don't line up. Promises to see you at lunch and if you hate the caf like me he makes it soo much more bearable just by being there.

If you're a complainer like me, he'll listen to you and give solutions

his solutions: "let's just skip."

you don't tho. not too often at least

i feel like Cove would definitely be the type to skip for you. Like you tell him you're not going to school and he's already at your window like 'ok so what are WE gonna do then?'

doesn't matter if he was dressed and ready to go, he doesn't wanna be there without you.

UGH HES THE BEST I NEED HIM SO BAD

THAT LAST BIT MADE ME SMILE

school was hard for me socially n I never did the homework, so cove would definitely help you do the homework even if you end up copying some of his answers

socially, like I said before he tries to take thr heat off you. and I agree he doesn't rlly get physical!!! but if someone is giving you a hard time he comes up behind them, puts a hand on their shoulder.. "why don't you stop bothering them?"

or will stand in between you and crosses his arms. cove isn't that scary but he doesn't care abt that, he just wants to protect you

will indulge in your complaints too!!! even shares his own complaints. AND BACK TO THAT SKIPPING THING

okay just to set the scene, let's say you're really stressed and end up having an anxiety attack or feel one coming on before class. cove pulls you to a secluded spot and you end up calming down and crying while he holds you, eventually falling asleep with your head in his lap while he stands guard.

after that, whenever you get stressed or tired. anything like that, he finds a spot you guys can hide and you'll skip class.

you try not to do it often since they'll end up calling your parents, but you treasure those little moments bc he'll share a snack or doodle w you, or even better play more hangman w you <333

will play tic-tac-toe in the middle of class!!!

also I love cove climbing thru your window fully dressed for school and he's like "so, what did you dream last night bc I dreamed I was a SHARK which was rlly cool but then you were a fish n I ate u and I woke up and cried-"

this man is crazy istg

omg if this is like step 3 n youre dating he'll walk you to all your classes and squeezes your hand goodbye bc he's too embarrassed to kiss in front of your classmates n teacher (definitely does it once on the cheek and RUNS AWAY)

yall never live down how lovesick you are I promise

OMG SENDS TERRI AND RANDY TO DELIEVER MESSAGES OR SNACKS N STUFF

once had terri deliever a little sticky note w a heart on it or smth and terri went "omg yall are so CHEESY EVEN WHEN YOURE APART" randy is giggling and teasing you too

omg imagine he's in PE and he sees you. he runs to the door or window and looks back and forth before he steals a hug or kiss (pls kiss him, if not you owe him 2 kisses to replenish his energy fully)

teacher: holden! get back here. stop making out w y/n!

cove: *jumps 10 feet* y-yes! omg.... I'll see you later y/n<3

#olba #cove holden #cove holden x reader

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shrimpsalot · 1 month

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Just some rambling

I didn't really think about creating an rc9gn oc cuz of some personal reason that's a bit too long to explain but holy cow I just dreamt about me/my art mascot being the next ninja in my home city and for some reason Randy's also still the ninja but he's a bit more tired and a 12th grader/uni student now?? I guess it was like randy has a kouhai to personally teach lol. So I dreamt of an actual dangerous terrorist guy but we don't have any evidence to really back ourselves up so randy was feeling down in the dumps and wtf Finja appeared?? Only randy and I can see him and he walked beside us to encourage and teach us like how the Nomicon would. Then the rest of the dream was me and Randy parkouring throughout the whole city to find the terrorist and it was genuinely so fun I get why he's so extra whenever he smoke bombs into the fight 😭😭😭

#shrimp-fried-yap #rc9gn

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galactic-glamour-girl-posts · 2 years

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Let's Rank the Animaniacs segments!

The order won't surprise you too much if you've followed me for a while or have seen a few of my Animaniacs-related posts (although my opinions on some segments have changed), but I figured it would be fun to rank them anyway (plus it relates to something I wanted to say regarding the characters, but I'll save that for the end). Sub series like Wheel of Morality and Dot's Poetry Corner don't count.

Segments I actively dislike

Worst - Katie Ka-Boom

"lol teenage girls amiright?" No. Shut up. This isn't funny. Her catchphrase is dumb (“I’m not overreacting, I’m a teenager!”) and honestly her parents suck too (“Teenagers should be locked away until they’re 30.”) This is easily the most mean-spirited segment on the show, it reeks of bitterness.

The Hip Hippos

The fat jokes suck and both hippos are boring characters with no real goal or motivation; but they are a genuinely wholesome couple and the idea of out of touch high class people being the stars of a segment is at the very least a good idea, they just botched the execution.

Chicken Boo

The Chicken Boo segments are an okay joke told too many times in the exact same way.

Buttons and Mindy

This segment is too mean spirited and is basically the same segment every time but I'm ranking them higher than Boo because Buttons and Mindy, as characters, are adorable and actually have personalities, unlike Boo (I'm aware Boo being like that is the point, but still).

Segments that are...OK

Mime Time

I think The Mime being such a bland character actually improves these bumpers. I don't feel too bad when he gets hurt because we barely know him and his bumpers are brief, so we don't see him suffer for too long. Although I do think the slapstick is kinda just...fine.

The Flame

These are little boring. I feel like the Warners do a better job with educational segments. These segments pretty much just exist to teach US history, but in a more tame yet in your face about how great they want kids to think America is way than when Warner segments would.

Randy Beaman Kid/Colin

It sure is...a bumper.

The Incredible Gnome in People's Mouths

This might be the weirdest premise of any Animaniacs segment, and that's saying a lot. It's alright.

Good Idea Bad Idea

Easily the best non-sub series bumper for sure...but it's still just a bumper.

Starbox and Cindy

This segment is kind of like Buttons and Mindy but since the protagonist is a bad person, his pain can actually be funny. It's also kind of like Pinky, Elmyra and the Brain if they didn't turn an iconic double act into an unremarkable trio. Hearing Cindy ramble about random stuff in the background is both cute and funny (I'll admit the Gnome probably should be higher because it's more of an original idea...but Cindy's adorable so I'm putting this higher lol).

Goodfeathers

I didn't like their first segment, but a lot of their later ones are OK, even though many over-rely on the whole "and then the Goodfeathers get hurt" bit. They're not much more than a (now dated) reference, and I think the writers realised this eventually because they clearly gave up on them at one point. They get no segments in season 3, only one in season 4, in season 5 they just get cameos and bumpers, and they show up really late compared to everyone else in Wakko's Wish. Pesto's the only standout character here to me, I don't really care for Squit or Bobby.

Minerva Mink

I like how she loves to wallow in self pity about how hard her life is yet is incredibly vain, manipulative and loves to be ruder than she needs to be. She's not a saint, but that's funny! I would've put her segments in the next tier if not for 1-the fact that she only has two segments so she never got to reach her full potential as a character and 2-the sheer amount of perv-pandering...which happens to be the reason why she only has two segments.

Segments I like!

Rita and Runt

Their segments can be hit or miss, but I think the bad ones aren't bad enough and the good ones are good enough to warrant them being this high. Rita and Runt are both likeable characters, their segments aren't the funniest but they have a lot of heart. Not gonna lie Rita's probably the best singer on the show.

Slappy Squirrel

She's basically what would happen if a Looney Tunes character ever actually grew to be old. She solves modern day problems with old school cartoon solutions, she's great!

Pinky and the Brain

In truth, if it weren't for their spin off series and the Animaniacs reboot these guys would probably be under Slappy. I've dedicated at least four long posts to these two I'm not going into further detail lol.

Best - Yakko, Wakko, and Dot

Chaotic good puppy children live out every kid's fantasy of fighting back against adults who mistreat them or others, what's not to like? I like that out of all the characters (aside from Slappy) they're the best homage to classic cartoons, between their designs and the fact that they often have entire segments that are homages to classic cartoons, like "The Girl with the Googily Goop", "The Warner's Vault" or "Yakko Amakko". Plus the Warners have one of the least formulaic segments on the show so that helps-great songs, cute sibling/family shenanigans, fun parodies, and just a whole bunch of zany chaos!

In all seriousness, the main reason I made this post is because a couple times I've seen people post/tweet something along the lines of "real Animaniacs fans like all/most segments" or "a true Animaniacs fan should like *blah blah blah* segments" and I just wanted to say...no.

If you only watch the show for the Warners, or just Slappy, or both Pinky and the Brain and Starbox and Cindy, or just Rita and Runt, Hip Hippos and Mime Time, or even literally only for Katie Kaboom, that's valid.

There's no quota for which segments you have to like. If you're a fan, you're a fan, no one else gets to decide that.

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

Chapter 5: Healing

Words: 2k

Warnings: langauge, fluff, angst if you squint, subtle jealousy, mentions of sex, feelings, SO. MANY. FEELINGS.

A small time jump of just a few weeks shows how Dahlia and Mickey’s new friendship has begun to blossom, but Dahlia is struggling to keep romantic thoughts buried, whilst Randy begins to show concern about the two’s growing bond.

A/N: The next chapter will be from Mickey’s POV which is VERY exciting. It’ll go further into Mickey’s feelings, what he’s been doing and just how much he knows about Dahlia with some surprises mixed in. Thank you to @bisexual-horror-fan for editing and beta reading this for me. My star. And also for the moodboard which I’m including in either all or most chapters because I just love it so fucking much!

Also @lizey-thornberry you wanted to be in the taglist so here you go!

I had to admit, being friends with Mickey is a lot more fun than I gave it credit for.

Once you get past his cocky arrogance, he was surprisingly funny and had a passion for movies that I myself could never quite understand but equally admired. The light in his eyes when he’d ramble on and on about his favourite movies and directors, his hands waving around in huge gestures as though he was literally trying to paint me a picture, was endearing. Somehow he knew never to steer the topic in the direction of horror movies, to which I assumed at the time to be thankful to Randy for.

We shared a morning statistics class. He would knock on my door every morning at nine o’clock on the dot with a cup of coffee in one hand and a bagel in the other. The days turned into weeks and he never stopped doing it. We grew closer and closer, developed inside jokes, and he really started to make me feel human again. I didn’t notice it at the time, but Randy seemed to really hate this development, watching in concern as Mickey and I’s friendship grew stronger and stronger by the day.

I was sitting in the college square and absentmindedly chewing on a granny smith apple as I read my book, waiting for Hallie and Sidney for a spontaneous girls' day out, when I jumped as Randy sat down across from me on the bench seemingly out of nowhere, forehead creased and blue eyes serious. He sat silently, staring at me for a few seconds longer than necessary, before I raised my eyebrows, closing the book resting in my lap.

“What?” I asked, voice slightly muffled from the bite of apple in my mouth, which I swallowed quickly.

“I need to talk to you.” He’d asked with a small shake of his head.

“Okay?” I asked, placing the apple on the bench and looking up at him.

He hesitated for a moment, eyes studying my face before dropping to his hands, playing with his fingers.

“Is something going on with you and Mickey?” He asked, eyes squinting, and voice unsure of himself.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him, adjusting myself on the bench, so I was completely facing him, now sitting side-saddle as I responded, “What do you mean?”

“You two have been getting really close lately. I just know he can be kind of…” His voice trailed off, as if searching for the right word and settling on just, “-Mickey.” I couldn’t help but smile at his choice of wording. To be honest, he didn’t need to go into what that meant, it made complete sense.

I understood his concern. I knew Mickey’s reputation of being a bit of a slut, but at the time I’d buried any kind of romantic feelings I may have had to him far into the back corners of my mind, along with Billy, Stu and Woodsbro though, of course, for entirely different reasons. I wasn’t myself, wasn’t ready for any kind of relationship, physical or otherwise, and Mickey didn’t really seem like the kind of person who wanted to settle down. He was too erratic, too distracted and as much as I enjoyed our friendship, he was too complicated for my slowly healing heart to be able to handle.

That’s what I made myself believe, anyway.

“We’re friends.” I responded, my shoulders turning up just slightly, a mild shrug as I continued, “But you know that, you see us all the time.”

Randy’s lips turned down when I used the word “us”, to him probably making it seem like too possessive of a word for his liking, but I didn’t care. I was happy for the first time in far too long, why was this bothering him so much? I asked him that straight up, and he just sighed, eyes not moving from his hands while he answered with, “I just know him, okay? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

I smiled at my friend, my best friend, one of the few people left in the world I truly cared about, and reached out to place my hands over his to make him pause and look up at me.

“He’s not going to hurt me, Rand. We’re just friends, okay?” I spoke gently, maintaining eye contact with him as I did, to which his eyes widened in surprise.

His face broke into a smile suddenly as he announced, “Hey, I think that’s the longest you’ve looked me in the eye in six months!”

I couldn’t help but laugh, rolling my eyes and joking with him back, “Oh, right. Nice goatee. You know the 80s are dead, right?”

He scoffed at me, playfully pushing my hands off his. “Look at Dahlia with the jokes.”

“Absolutely not joking.” I deadpanned with the smile still on my face.

He laughed along with me, blue eyes finally warming up a little as the moment drifted off into comfortable silence. I heard my name faintly being called and glanced over Randy’s shoulder to see Hallie waving at me excitedly, Sidney walking by her side with her hands in her jacket pockets. She smiled warmly at me once she was closer, removing her hands and rubbing them together slightly due to the crisp fall air, asking me, “Are you ready to go?”

I went to look back at Randy to ensure he would be okay if I went, when I saw his gaze was diverted over my shoulder, his expression turned pissed off.

“She can’t, she has plans.”

His voice made me jump for the second time today, twisting around on the bench to look at him. Fuck, how did he do that?

Mickey stood behind me, I felt his hands suddenly rest on my shoulders, the contact sending a small shiver down my spine. He was always so warm, his grip firm and grounding. I suddenly found I didn’t want to go. As much as I loved Hallie and as much as Sidney was one of my best friends, whenever I was around him, I found myself not wanting to be with anybody else.

Feelings are pushed away? Yeah, right!

“But she-“

“Oh, no, that’s fine!” Sidney quickly spoke over Hallie, grabbing her friend's hand and squeezing firmly to shut her up, “We’ll catch you later, Dahlia.” She smiled at me widely, tugging Hallie off as she waved at me again, her pretty face looking confused.

A faint, “What was that about-” Reached me before they were out of earshot.

I turned and looked away from the girls to glance up at Mickey’s face, only to find he was looking at Randy, brows raised expectantly with a clear, dismissive look on his face.

I heard Randy sigh a little heavier than necessary and turned my head back to him to watch him clamber up from his seat, his gaze diverting from Mickey to smile at me with a small, “I’ll see you later,” before I quickly leaned forward and asked him, “We’ll have a movie night soon, yeah?”

He just nodded his head, turned on his heel and began to walk in the direction he came, head bowed slightly. I turned back around to look up at Mickey, his face entirely unbothered as he beamed down at me, but the smile faded fast when he saw my scowl.

“What?”

“We don’t have plans.” I commented, leaning back against the wooden table and my hands resting on my thighs.

“What’s with Meeks?” He asked, ignoring my comment as he looked away from me and nodded in Randy’s direction, “Kid looked like a kicked puppy. He asked you out, and you told him to fuck off or something?”

With a scoff, I put my book in my bag and grabbed the apple from the table, no longer hungry I decide against finishing the last bite and a half, leaning forward to toss it into the nearby trash can. I stood up and slung my bag over my shoulder. “No, Mickey. Why is that always the assumption you seem to jump to?” I asked as I began to walk mindlessly.

“Come on, it’s either one of two things. Either he’s too much of a pussy to ask you out, or you’ve rejected him a fair few times. Which is it?” He easily walked alongside be as he spoke, hands gesturing as though he was weighing out the two options.

“Neither, we’re just friends and always have been.”

“You don’t think he’s dying to get in your pants?” He asked, his tone only half teasing as he poked me in the ribs, prompting me to slap his hand away and making him laugh in the process.

“Shut up, you’re so disgusting. He’s my best friend, I’d never look at him like that.” I stopped under a tree, leaning against it and looking up at him.

He looked good today, his dark hair was wax free and falling a little over his forehead, his dark grey shirt was flatteringly tight, and he wore a soft brown hoodie to protect himself from the ever cooling crisp autumn breeze. His cheeks were flushed just a little, his eyes glinting a soft light brown from the setting sun.

God, the entire set up felt like my movie had shifted from a horror to a romance, and the realization was slowly beginning to dawn on me.

“You think you’ll ever look at anyone like that?” He asked casually, eyes flickering over my face to gauge my reaction.

Oh, fuck.

“What do you mean?” I asked carefully, trying to keep my expression neutral.

“If not Meeks, could you see yourself dating in the future or is that completely out of the cards for you?”

Without thinking, I shook my head, “No, it’s not completely off the table. I just want to find the right person to-“ I stopped myself. What the hell was wrong with me, if I told him I hadn’t had sex yet I knew I’d never hear the end of it. But as Mickey did so often, he took me by surprise by finishing my sentence for me, “Lose it to?”

I couldn’t help but since at the words, somehow they sounded more pathetic coming from him until I realized he hadn’t said it in a joking or teasing way, just very matter-of-factly as though he already knew. Maybe he did.

“Mhmm,” I responded, not trusting my voice. He laughed a little, moving forward to stand a little closer to me with his hand resting just to the side of my head as he ducked his head down a little to speak in a more hushed tone, “It isn’t that big of a deal, Dahl.”

“Easy for you to say, slut.” I muttered, unable to bring myself to meet his gaze. He just laughed at my comment, and I watched as he nodded his head from the corner of my eye in agreement.

“Yeah, I admit I get around. But that’s just me, it really isn’t that big of a deal. If anything, maybe I admire you more for it.”

“Oh yeah, that’s me, so admirable.” I finally looked at him, his eyes were gentle and warm and his lips looked so soft and desirable. My mind flew back to a few weeks ago, staring at my face in the mirror and looking at the light in my eyes, the colour in my cheeks and the smile on my face. No one had ever made me feel that way before, not ever. Mickey was a lot of things, an asshole, a man whore and a downright cunt at times. But he was also the only person that rekindled the fire inside of me, made me smile my first genuine smile in way too many months, and made me feel alive again.

The way he was staring at me, it seemed as though he was lost in his own thoughts, perhaps one’s similar to my own. I wish I knew what he was thinking and be comforted in the fact that I wasn’t crazy. He’d tried to kiss me once drunk at a party, leading to me rejecting his advance, and look how that ended. If I gave into him now, knowing full well that no matter how much I repressed them the feelings were undoubtedly there, could I survive that kind of heartache?

I’d never been in love, I had no idea what it felt like. I’d heard the phrase if you know, you know thrown around, and I couldn’t help but think of Sidney. She thought Billy really loved her and look how that ended, and I knew I wasn’t as strong of a person as she was, my heart was just beginning to piece back together from the betrayal of my cousin.

But Mickey wasn’t Stu, he wasn’t Billy and he wasn’t Ghostface.

I had no thoughts in my mind except one. This to and fro frame of thought had only lasted a matter of seconds before I unthinkingly closed the small gap that separated Mickey and me, my hands moving to his shoulders to pull myself up onto my toes and I kissed him, finally letting myself feel what I hadn’t even realised I’d been so desperately craving.

Chapter Six HERE

#oh BOY #I wonder what’s gonna happen next #i love dahlia but girls gonna go through it with him istg #just to clarify #Mickey does care about her a lot #in his own way #psycho baby girl #scream #mickey altieri #mickey altieri x dahlia levine #dahlia levine #mickey altieri x oc #his perfect victim

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Candy’s Gift Boxes

Spinel got up and stretched, sighing and savoring the refreshing feeling in its likely last moments. He was tempted to make tea or mix some crystal wine first, and even glanced at the shelf he kept it a moment before giving a heavy groan and pulling the ear piece from the suit he'd removed earlier. He held it out to Randy, then levitated the box over, the same one that was connected to the dogs as well. He flicked the switch, and to his horror it seemed they were already in range because Candy's voice came through loud and clear as he was rambling quickly.

"--so yeah basically really excited over this, big big big, but I mean it's really big, bigger than I thought so if you could pretty pretty please? The sooner the better, and with you helping it'll be done in no time and we can spend the rest of the day having fun!"

Sugar's voice came next, more timid, "Well yeah, that makes sense, that really is a lot you have there, wow... So just this area...?"

"Yeeeep, I messed up a bit, silly me, and wound up having things cleeeear on the other side of Canterlot and there's just no way I can deliver it all at once. Sorry...! Hehe..."

“S- Sounds like they’re talking about an- another delivery. A- And a pretty b- big one at that.” Randy frowned as he heard Candy’s voice. Poor Sugar… even though he had told them Candy didn’t talk about business when they were together, there that bastard was asking him for a favor. He looked over at Spinel and swallowed nervously. What could be so big that it would take multiple trips to deliver?

Spinel's eyes were locked forward, and he was breathing a little heavier with a slight hiss in his breaths, ears alert.

Sugar's voice again, the shifting of what sounded like different types of packages with different objects, "Okay sooo... Well it's not so bad for this area... Yeah, yeah I should have it done in no time! The boxes are really cute this time, special occasion?"

"Presents!" Candy exclaimed cheerfully, "Mementos mostly, for old time's sake. Ah ah, right, since it's pretty different this time, just leave them on the doorsteps. Should be fine, wont they be surprised!" he squealed, hooves clacking. "Okay so no more time wasting, I better bounce, theeeen meet back here in an hour? Hour sounds good."

"I can do an hour, sure." Sugar anxiously replied.

"An hour it is! See you then, Sugs! Smile!" Hooves clacking away and fading out, and then a long sigh from Sugar, packages shifting.

"Okay let's see... mmm this one's just a block away, I'll start there then..."

Spinel's ears were flat by now, and he was definitely grinding his teeth.

Randy cocked his head to one side. “I- If Sugar’s close.. m- maybe we can tail him and find out wh- where he’s going?” he got up and went over to Spinel’s suite window. Obviously he wouldn’t be able to see anything super well from this high up. But, he found himself staring down at the streets below anyways. “Pr- Presents.. f- for who I w- wonder."

"Hopefully for the ones that are gonna rat him out when I punch their teeth in." Spinel spat angrily, following Randy.

He may not have been able to see things too well, but the two specks of pink in the distance just a few blocks down were hard to miss. One was bounding away quickly, and the other seemed to be walking the other direction, coming their way with a cart full of wrapped gift boxes.

Spinel backed up and cursed loudly.

Randy had also spied the pink dots in the distance, narrowing his eyes to get a better look. These new glasses were amazing. He could just barely make out the tiny curls in Sugar’s mane. When he saw the direction he was walking, he looked over at Spinel, panic slowly building up inside him. “Y- You don’t th- think… Sugar’s not coming-” He looked back out and at the cart. “O- Oh Celestia on high…”

Spinel was pacing, looking angrier and angrier as he did. "That fucking BASTARD knows where I am, what the HELL is he trying to pull now?!" He wasn't just angry, he was scared, and there was sweat starting to form on his forehead. And if he wasn't already on edge enough, when a knock came on the door he jumped a few feet in the air and shrieked, then stood still as a deer in the headlights as he hyperventilated at stared at the door pensively. There was no way Sugar could get up there that fast, in fact he was still walking from what could be seen out the window.

He was about to go over to Spinel and try to get him to calm down when he heart the knock at the door. He froze as still as a statue and stared at the door in panic. There was no way in hell that Sugar had gotten here that fast.. he was afraid to find out who that was behind the door. But, inside him a small boost of courage came, and he looked over at Spinel. “I- I’ll get it,” he said as calmly as he could, and went over to the door cautiously. He reached for the door handle, hesitated a moment, then unlocked it and opened it up slowly.

Spinel whined softly. Actually whined. And tried to reach a hoof after Randy a moment before retreating, waiting, and then cautiously slinking behind him so he could get a view.

When the door opened just a little, it was suddenly pushed open harder. "CHIEF!" came a winded, panicked voice, Whistle's face squeezing through the door frantically as his wings flapped and flopped around. "Lemme in, lemme in...!"

Spinel jumped again when the door was suddenly pushed like that, but seeing Whistle his frightened demeanor dropped to something more serious and alert. "Whistle...?"

Randy closed the door behind Whistle and he locked it quickly. He leaned his back against the door, as if he was trying to keep the fear out, and stared at Whistle. “Wh- What are you d- doing here b- bud?” He looked through the door’s peephole, still listening to the young pegasus.

It was just Jade out there, along with the usual guard. The guard however looked a little more alert and cautious now, keeping a close eye on the elevator.

Whistle paced a bit, "I was- I was comin- I w--" he breathed heavily, picking up his whistle and blowing a few times, then dropped it and tugged Spinel's leg, "I-I--I-I saw him- I saw-- I ran here as fast as I could- I--I don't think he saw bb-b-b-u--"

One of Spinel's hooves lifted up to pop Whistle's mouth shut under the chin, and then he shoved the whistle back in his mouth. "Yeah. I saw too."

Whistle stared in fear, but nodded, seeming at least comforted that he wasn't going out of his mind. He blew the whistle softly a few times in a row.

Randy sighed with relief and came over to the two of them, nervously tapping his hind hoof. “O- Okay, w- we’re in the cl- clear for now…” He looked at Spinel in confusion. “D- Do.. do you think my ex broke a- and told Candy where w- we are?”

Spinel was about to talk, looking angry and alarmed at this notion, but Whistle spat out the whistle and quickly piped in.

"No, because he already knows, how else would he have sent that filly here to set up that slipping scandal? You- you didn't think of that--?"

Spinel's lip curled, and he looked more anxious, brows furrowing."..Slipped my mind for a bit..."

“S- Same here…” Randy pinched the bridge of his nose. “R- Right so… th- then our r- real concern is… wh- what’s the present?” He looked at Whistle and Spinel. “Y- You two kn- know him m- more than I do.. an- any ideas? Sh- Should we expect l- like a bomb or something?” His hoof tapped a bit faster and he rubbed the back of his head.

Whistle blinked, "Present...?" He looked at Spinel in confusion.

Spinel scowled and nodded, "He has a brother. A fucking idiot, but he's heading here right now with a cart-load of 'presents' that Candy's having delivered all over Canterlot. Saying it's 'big' and to 'leave them as a surprise'."

At first, Whistle was horrified to hear about Candy having a brother, but his ears went alert as more information was given. He quickly processed it, eyes darting around as he did so. "Can't be a bomb, wouldn't put his brother with a bomb, even if he doesn't care about him it would be too risky especially if he's known to be absent minded. And the relation too, much too suspicious right? But it can't be drugs either because nopony just leaves drugs on a doorstep. That would be stupid."

“Th- This ‘present…’ it m- might be something th- that has the p- purpose of sending some k- kind of message.” He rubbed his templed and began to pace. “B- But, wh- why now? Wh- Why send us s- something now? I- Is it because w- we’re getting too cl- close? No no, w- we still don’t r- really know too much.. Why i- is he doing this?”

"For fun." Whistle said plainly, staring off with a vacant expression. "'Cuz he wants to see how much he can get away with. Nuthin' else matters. Guess he got bored hiding out." Whistle paused, then slowly his eyes widened, "But if he's bringing one here, then... Who's getting the rest of 'em...?"

Spinel narrowed his eyes, at first thinking that was a dumb question. "More of his 'friends' probabl---" he stopped talking. No. That didn't make sense at all. Spinel wasn't a 'friend' and yet it looked like he was heading this direction. His expression became confused.

“N- No no.. i- if he’s sending you a present th- then maybe his en- enemies? Th- The ponies he…” He shook his head. “N- No, he pr- probably doesn’t have v- very many e- enemies. S- Sugar did s- say ponies l- liked him. So then wh- what’s the conec-..” His voice trailed off and his eyes grew wide open. “… Sp- Spinel? D- Do any of the other O- Osiris foals l- live here in C- Canterlot?”

Whistle held his hoof up, looking scared, "Well I do..."

The color in Spinel's face drained a bit. "...Canterlot was the first section of Osiris to be taken out... There were three other locations but Canterlot was the biggest..."

Whistle hesitantly spoke, "There are at least 10 foals if not more still here living with Canterlot families, and some of 'em never really... recovered... so they're in special care homes..."

“Shit,” Randy said as he paced over towards the window and stared out at the street, panicking as soon as he didn’t see the pink dot in the distance any more. “Th- That fucking b- bastard…” He looked back at Whistle and Spinel. “I- It looks like we’re first on th- the list of deliveries. S- So once we g- get your ‘presents,’ we should g- go check in on the other Osiris f- foals and see what they r- received.”

".. I'm scared..." Whistle admitted, shaking with his ears flat. He moved closer to Spinel, pressed close to his side.

Spinel didn't move much at fist, but steadied himself with a deep breath. "We're in this together. Like last time."

Whistle bit his lip, then closed his eyes and nodded anxiously.

There was some silence, other than the distant humming of Sugar coming from the box. The cart wheels stopped. Hoof steps. The creek of the mail slot. "Theeere's one!" he praised, and the humming continued as the cart joined.

The sweetness of his voice gave Randy a stomach cramp. As he heard the mail slot creak, his hoof stopped tapping, and he stared over at it for a moment, his breath held. After Sugar had delivered the present, he looked over at the two of them and took a deep breath. “… I- I’ll get it,” he said grimly. He made his way towards the door, anxiety feeling him to the brim. As he opened the door and made his way down the hall, he nodded at Jade and the security guard.

Jade stood up a moment in concern, "Is everything alright?" She started to follow him, giving the guard a nod as well before keeping to Randy's side now. "This is seeming pretty serious."

“I- It’s… It’s Candy. He’s got his br- brother delivering s- some kind of present t- to all the Osiris k- kids.” He called the elevator and waited for the doors to open. “C- Can you sh- show me wh- where the m- mail room is? I n- need to pick up th- their presents…” he stepped in when the doors opened, stared at the carpeted floor of the elevator, staring in concentration.

Jade's expression looked more serious, and she nodded, pushing the button to go to the first floor. "If it gets any worse, we could be looking at relocating... Oh but he'd never want to do that." She chewed her lip, "... I have numbers... But only if Mr. Spinel approves. Please consider it and think about it." She stepped from the elevator after that, not waiting for a response as she began to walk to the back of the store.

Randy followed her and stayed by her side. “.. O- Once we figure o- out what’s in these th- things, w- we should contact the other kids right a- away. Th- This could be bad…” He looked around the back of the store, not having really explored it at all. Come to think of it, he had never really looked around the store… ever. It was strange some of the things that came to mind before something horrible was about to happen.

The crystal pony lead him past the stock shelves and janitorial area, stopping at a big bin that was placed in front of a large mail slot. In the bin were a few typical delivery packages, but on the top was a present that was about the size of a cereal box. It was wrapped up in purple with a gold ribbon and a blue to and from tag, but there were no names, just a doodle of Spinel's cutie mark with a glittery gel pen and a few hearts.

“… how can s- something so i- innocent looking strike s- so much fear into y- your heart…” he said bleakly. He almost didn’t want to touch it, and it showed when his hooves retracted when he reached for it. It took him a couple more tries before picking it up and holding out in front of him like it was made of a disgusting wet ball of garbage. He made his way back to the elevator, grimacing at how beautifully wrapped the package was.

Jade examined it carefully as he was picking it up, and she followed in concern. "Looking like a birthday present makes it creepier. What would a pony like that be sending...?" She shook her head and brought him back up to the 4th floor.

The box was light, and definitely seemed to have tiny bits of... Something in it moving around easily whenever it was moved. Something that felt familiar in fact.

“I d- don’t know.. b- but that s- sick bastard s- sent Spinel a l- lot of l- little somethings…” he shook it softly, than shivered as he stepped back into the apartment with Whistle and Spinel. He placed the present down on a nearby coffee table and sat in a nearby arm chair. “… Wh- Whistle’s is p- probably being d- delivered t- to his parent’s house…” Oh his poor parents. The fact that this horrible, shitty thing from the past was coming back to haunt their son… He rubbed his temple and stared at the box.

Jade gave a small "Good luck." of concern before shutting the door and sitting back down in the office to think.

Whistle's ears went flat as he stared at the box, gulping and then giving an awkward little winning smile, "I'm sure they'll be fine, and if it's somethin' bad I can get back to 'em asap. So. Let's get it over with."

Spinel was sickened by this box that bore his colors and reminded him that he never had a name in the past, and he pulled the two of them away from the box as he backed up. His horn lit up, and slowly, the ribbon came undone, followed by the wrapping paper. It was a box of maple and brown sugar oatmeal with a cute card attatched to it with an illistration of an adorable puppy and words in big bold black, "I'm so proud of you."

Both ponies couldn't move, just staring in horror. Spinel couldn't read bigger words, but he could read those alright, and he was in too much shock to react.

Silence. Uncomfortable, unnerving, unrelenting silence. Randy stared in disbelief at the box, and furrowed his brow. After a few more moments of the long silence, Randy got up and came over to Spinel and Whistle, and stared at the box, whispering, “…. I g- guess I kn- know now wh- why you don’t l- like oatm- meal…” He looked at the words on the card, and he felt his jaw slack open slightly. What the fuck did he mean by that? He didn’t look at Spinel or Whistle… he continued to stare at the box.

It was Whistle who finally stepped forward, snatching the card and shoving the box over in disgust before he opened it. It made a loud 'POP' noise. He yelped and jumped back, dropping it with his wings puffed up, and Spinel was about to rush forward to get him away from the letter, but stopped in place to see what it was.

There was glitter, confetti, and party strings strewn about, apparently a small party popper was placed inside and with that same glittery gel pen was loopy, fancy hoofwriting.

'Keep up the good work!

Kisses and hugs!

-Uncle'

Next to 'Uncle' was a a piece of candy taped down.

Spinel couldn't stand to look at it any more. His breathing grew heavier until it became grunting growls, and then an angry shout as he started stomping and scraping the letter to pieces.

Whistle slowly retreated away, a solemn and lost expression on his face, wings limp and ears low.

Randy jumped at the burst, and nervously watched as Spinel tore the letter to bits. He looked over at Whistle and whispered softly, “Y- You might want to h- head on home… b- be with your folks. I’ll t- take it from h- here sport….” his eyes darted towards the door and then back to him. “.. I- I’ll call you l- later. G- Go on now.” He gave Whistle a strange look, not sure if he would leave or not, then very slowly approached Spinel from the front, his eyes trying to meet his. When he got within reaching distance, he waited for him to calm down so they could talk about what to do next.

Whistle gulped and nodded, slowly backing out of the suite and turning only when his butt hit the door. He left quietly, but once he was out, he was running as fast as his legs could carry him.

Spinel just kept tearing and tearing until the paper was nothing but tiny little bits, and then he stamped the candy over and over. He grabbed the oatmeal box, giving Randy a glare for one moment when their eyes did meet. He didn't stamp it or throw it, instead storming out to the patio where he placed it on the ground, backed up, and lit it on fire with a small pack of matches. He stared at the flames coldly in silence.

Randy watched him leave, and stared at him through the glass. He was tempted to follow him outside, but he knew that Spinel probably wanted to be alone. Quietly, Randy went to the kitchen and picked up the land line, where he called a Chinese place and asked for delivery. He didn’t know why he was doing this… but he felt like he should be doing something instead of just sitting around. He felt weird about ordering it, he honestly did. But, the circumstances were already bizarre. Once the order had been placed, he got himself a glass of water and sat at kitchen counter, sipping it nervously.

As the fire was finally dying down, Spinel rubbed his eyes and his face. He let out a long, deep sigh, and tiredly walked back inside, looking at Randy with an expression that honestly looked dead and broken.

Randy set the water down on the counter, and got off his stool. He came over to Spinel, and stood in front of him, staring back with concern. He reached out and touched his shoulder. “… y- you gonna b- be okay?” he asked softly, not breaking his gaze.

Spinel looked sickened by the touch, not by Randy but by himself, and he tensed himself away just slightly. "I never hated myself more before in my life."

Randy’s hoof followed him none-the-less, and he stepped a step closer. “.. Wh- Why’s that?” he asked, his brow furrowed slightly. “I- Is it b- because… h- he’s trying to m- make you feel like y- you’re becoming m- more and more like him?"

"I--I don't know! I don't know how to take it I just--" he choked up, losing that cold apathy and moving on to lost desperation as he stumbled to sit down. "All at once I just-- I felt-- Ashamed, and then a moment I felt my heart stop and I felt fucking excited and h-happy and then even more disgusted with myself and I don't know what it means!!!"

Randy rushed to his side and helped him sit down on a nearby couch, sitting beside him, his hooves together in his lap. He stared in silent confusion, and listened intently. He didn’t want to interrupt his chain of thought, so he let Spinel talk. And as he did, he kept feeling more and more angry towards Candy; wanting nothing more than to rip each bone from that sick bastard’s body out through his skin one by one.

He clung to Randy, speaking in panic and pain and sounding so much more vulnerable than he usually let on. "M-my whole life I just didn't want to disappoint him and then I got out and I - I made something of myself and it's like I've been waiting to hear that just o-one more time j--just-- but it feels DISGUSTING!!" He started scratching and rubbing himself where he could, then buried himself more to Randy's body as he shook. "I don't want him to be proud of me!!!"

Randy held him and rocked him, his eyes wide open in horror. He stared ahead, that anger now fuming and boiling, and it took every ounce of his strength to keep it manageable. He gently stroked Spinel’s mane, and nodded. “I kn- know…” he whispered, unable to think of anything else to say. This was heart breaking… but there was nothing he could do except hold him and comfort him. And it made him upset because he wished there was something- well no… actually there was something he could do. And that was catch this filthy, disgusting, bastard. He pressed his lips to the top of Spinel’s head, and stared into his mane.

The unicorn kept himself close, shaking, quiet, letting thoughts settle and sort themselves out since they ere a conflicting whirlwind at the moment. And when he didn't know what else to do, when he felt too ashamed to cry and too hurt to scream, he did the only thing he knew how to do when confronted with an unfamiliar and frightening situation. He started laughing. Clinging tighter, laughing harder but with a strain in his throat. "All this time... hahah, imagining him angry, ahahahaha! For sure, for sure he'd be mad...!"

Confused by the laughter, Randy furrowed his brow but didn’t say anything. He only rocked him softly, and gently rubbed his back. And suddenly, the gravity of just how terrifying this whole situation was hit him like a falling safe. This guy wasn’t.. malicious. He wasn’t cruel, or abusive. He gave gifts, taught the kids songs, encouraged them to be positive. A stallion capable of so much damage… and so much confusion; and yet he was these kids only comfort. Their protector and their role-model. And that just made Randy feel that much more sick and angry.

Spinel's laughter took some time to die down, and by the time he was done he looked just about as exhausted as someone who spent the whole night wailing and sobbing. After some silence, his head nuzzling where it could on Randy, he broke that silence with a deep sigh and then spoke. "If this gets any bigger... I'm going to have to get The Queen Bee involved again…"

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