#stu: and then he started making out with me during that scene where all the blood comes spewing out of the bed and i was gonna point out—

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i was gonna say “we don’t talk about how randy’s gaydar was spot on” but actually i bet he third wheeled for stu and billy on several occasions. and he was always trying really really hard to be a good supportive ally friend but stu and billy were trying to see how much it would take for him to start calling them slurs

[halsteadlover]

Unexpected

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Female!Reader.

• Requested by @stu-machers-girl: Reader had known Jay since she’d first started as a dispatcher for Chicago. It wasn’t long until she’d developed a crush on the older man. She didn’t say anything since she realized he was dating Erin but then she left. She left and Jay got kidnapped; reader heard it over the radio. Hank texted her to say they’d found him and she left her job without saying anything and sped to the hospital. When she saw the blonde detective in the waiting room they got into a fight and reader punched her. She refused to leave the hospital until Jay woke up and laid in bed with him the entire time. When he woke up, in the heat of the moment her lips were on his in a moment.

• Warnings: slight mention of injuries and ‘violence’ (pls bear with me I can’t write fight scene not even for saving my life), cuss words. I don’t know, let me know if there’s anything else <3

• Word count: 8368.

• A/N: so yeah, I got carried away, pls don’t hate me, I think that’s the longest piece I’ve ever written 😭. I changed it up a bit at the end, I hope it’s okay. Please let me know what you think of this? I hope you’ll like it and I already apologize for any grammar error ❤️ comment, like and reblog if you want, I’d really appreciate it. Thank you so much for your constant support, I love you all xx

It was hard.

God, why did being in love have to be so tough?

You thought it’d be easier to control your feelings. You thought you'd be better at pretending everything was fine, pretending your heart didn't actually open into a chasm every time you even heard his name.

You thought it was just a simple crush, a simple infatuation that – knowing it couldn't go any further – it’d soon vanish. But unfortunately it wasn't easy and you soon found yourself in a spiral of suffering and thuds in your stomach. Your mind knew there would never be anything but your heart didn't want to understand it.

Falling in love with Jay wasn't planned, you’d never imagine it and you couldn't even explain how it happened or when. It's those things that just happen without any warning.

You first met Jay after your first shift as a paramedic at Molly's, where your colleagues used to meet after their shifts.

You were sitting at a table with a beer in front of you, you didn't know anyone yet – except for the colleagues you had met during the day who weren't there – and you looked around, sipping the drink from time to time, wondering when you were going to start to feel that place like home.

You moved to Chicago a month prior and it goes without saying you underestimated how difficult it’d be to start a new life in a new city, starting from scratch.

Jay had seen you from afar, looking tired and disoriented and for some reason he had decided to approach you.

When you first saw him you felt the air being cut from your chest, you didn't expect someone – someone so damn beautiful – to approach you.

That stranger you soon discovered was named Jay found himself talking with you, asking you questions about yourself and why he had never seen you before. You explained to him that you had just started working and you found out he had been a detective in the Intelligence unit for about six months.

You were never one to talk to strangers, to tell someone something about your life on the first time you met them, but for some strange reason those bright green eyes and his reassuring smile made you feel at ease, and as the evening wore by, you thanked yourself for not deciding to stay home that night.

Jay was an angel to you, literally.

After that evening he promised you he’d give you a tour of the city, making you visit the most beautiful places and taking you to the best places to eat. You exchanged numbers and he also made you promise you’d call him whenever you felt alone and wanted company.

He also introduced you to the rest of his team, as well as his closest friends, and they were just as kind and welcoming, letting you know you’d meet several times even during work shifts because of criminals and things like that.

Three years have passed since that evening and Jay kept all his promises.

Over time he became your closest friend and you spent time together whenever you both could. You had become his anchor and he had become your safe haven.

You had promised yourself over the time that your friendship would never go any further – also because Jay had never done anything that could’ve made you think otherwise – but the more time you spent together, the more you found yourself falling more and more in love with him.

You’d never tell him about it, even if it meant crying nights where you wanted to do nothing but run away and forget about him. If it was initially bearable and there was your friendship to give you strength, seeing him with another woman broke your heart more than you ever expected.

Erin was a colleague of his and you had seen their love story born right away. You'd heard Jay confide in you about her, asking you for advice on her when they were fighting, and you were there every time listening to him trying not to cry in front of him. There were times when Jay noticed that there was something wrong with you, he knew you by now, but you always managed to disengage the conversation by telling him that you were just tired from work.

You promised yourself you'd always be by his side but seeing him so happy with her… Damn it, it was so hard.

You couldn't take it anymore, you were a walking disaster and all your colleagues and friends saw how you weren't as happy and carefree as you used to be. Sylvie, who was one of your closest friends and who knew all the history with Jay, tried to always be by your side, convincing you to move on, to try to open up your world and that you didn't have to cry for him forever.

She was right, completely right.

Because of this, you had begun to distance yourself from Jay a little bit, making excuses not to go out after work or limiting interactions during the shift to the minimum possible and not speaking to him except from a professional point of view.

This broke your heart, you missed spending time with him, God how you missed him, but more than him you had to love yourself and you knew spending time with him, seeing him with another woman only would made you suffer.

Jay had immediately perceived this change but he couldn't explain why. He had tried so many times to talk to you but you didn't want to tell him what was going on and it made him particularly tense and uncomfortable.

Even Erin had noticed his moodiness and she hated to know it was because of you. She hated you were always there, in front of him, in his head, always on the way, she hated seeing how much he cared about you, she hated the way he dropped everything and ran to you whenever you needed him.

She hated you.

And, dear lord, how much you hated her too. The feelings between you and her were pretty mutual.

You didn't know it, but you had been the cause of many arguments a thousand times between them. Erin wanted him to stay away from you, Jay refused to and always told her if she really wanted him you were part of the deal, take it or leave it.

You were at home one evening, resting on the sofa after a grueling work shift while watching a movie on TV and eating some chips. Sylvie had offered you to go to some bar and get drunk but you declined, not in the mood to socialize or even drink. You just wanted to stay at home and rest, hoping that day would soon be forgotten.

The ringing of your doorbell almost made you jump and you furrowed your eyebrows, not expecting anyone at the time. You placed the bowl of chips on the coffee table in front of the sofa and got up and as you rubbed your hands on your shirt to remove the crumbs from the chips, you went towards the door.

You expected it to be Sylvie but, after looking through the peephole, your heart skipped a beat when you realized it was Jay.

“Oh god,” you muttered to yourself, glancing at your shabby outfit which consisted of a simple pair of midnight blue leggings and a gray t-shirt.

What was he doing there?

“Y/N open the door, I know you're home,” Jay's voice came muffled through the door. For a moment you considered ignoring him until he got tired of it and walked away but you knew that would never happen and he’d keep banging on the doorbell until you opened it.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down and slow down your racing heartbeat, and opened the door after removing the chain.

Jay looked up at you, his features visibly relaxing as his eyes fell on your figure. Your mouth felt dry as your gaze traveled up and down his body for an instant, as if to accept that he was fine.

“Hi,” you muttered, your voice so thin you were afraid he might not hear you. Your stomach was in a vice and a flock of butterflies had exploded inside you. A wave of heat run through your body and you were sure the flush of your cheeks was comparable to a tomato. “Come in.”

Why were you feeling so damn nervous? He was always Jay, he was always your best friend.

But the best friend I love madly, added your conscience.

Maybe you were nervous because you haven't seen him in two weeks, avoiding him like the plague.

You opened the door and moved to the side, giving him space to enter and as he passed the trail of his scent hit you full in the face making you almost faint.

I can’t do this.

Jay sat on the couch without saying anything, glancing at the TV that was still playing the movie, waiting for you to join him.

“You okay?” you asked as your eyes noticed the way his face was screwed up in a less than happy expression. You tried to avoid him yes, for your own good, but the thought something might’ve happened to him was tormenting you. He sighed deeply, rubbing his hands against his face in frustration before glancing at you.

“I don’t know to be honest,” he replied, but without elaborating further “What about you? Why did you disappear for the last couple of weeks? I texted you I don't know how many times and called you a thousand times. Did I do something wrong?”.

The crack your heart made was so loud you thought even Jay could hear it from where he sat. Your brain stopped working for a moment trying to think of a response to give him that wasn't ‘you know Jay I was avoiding you because I love you and because I hate seeing you with that snake’.

“N-no, of course not Jay how can you think that?” You replied, moving closer to him and taking his hand in yours, instantly feeling a rush of shivers running down your spine. He glanced at your clasped hands and then at you, with an expression you couldn't quite read.

“I… I don't know,” he sighed, his hand caressing the back of your hand, something he didn’t quite realize he was doing “I just… I missed you.”

If your heart was already broken, at this very moment it exploded into a thousand pieces of confetti and colors inside your chest. It was as if you had been punched in the stomach, the breath cut from your lungs. It was so good to hear him say it but so painful at the same time.

You wanted to yell at him to not to say it again, because you knew his ‘I missed you’ wasn't meant in the same way you missed him.

“I missed you too so much Jay,” you almost whispered, smiling at the same time to mask the sudden urge to cry. You let go of his hand, unable to maintain that contact anymore without your stomach doing somersaults. The absence of his warmth was immediately felt but you tried to remain as impassive as possible. “What happened? If you've come here at almost midnight it's because there's something wrong. Do you want to talk to me about it?”.

He nodded feebly, taking his gaze away from you to the ceiling. He was leaning back on the sofa, his head on it as his eyes roamed the white ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing on the planet, his hands folded on his stomach.

“Erin and I broke up.”

You’d imagined anything, a problem at work, maybe a family issue, anything else, but not the words that had just slipped from his mouth.

You couldn't hide the shock as your eyes and mouth opened wide and you even felt guilty for an instant when the only feeling you felt was… Relief, joy. “W-what? How? When? Why?” You bombarded him with questions “I'm sorry Jay,” but you weren't sorry about what had happened. You were sorry because seeing him like that was painful and you would’ve done anything to make him feel better, seeing his beautiful smile on his face.

He brought his eyes from the ceiling to yours, turning his head to the side to look at you. He didn't say anything, he just looked at you. For the second time since he came over, you couldn't read his gaze and you would’ve paid gold to know what he was thinking.

He was looking at you and you felt as if a rope had been placed around your neck and your grip tightened by the way your breath was cut in half. He looked at you with such an intensity as if he wanted to read your soul, analyzing every inch of your face at the same time and in that moment more than ever you wanted to shrink to such a point you’d disappear from his sight.

He looked at you as if he was looking at you for the first time and you felt vulnerable, exposed and while his eyes were chained to yours for an instant you feared he could find out about your feelings for him just by the was his eyes were piercing you.

It was you who looked away first, unable to maintain eye contact anymore and fearing you might say something stupid if you continued to stare at him for another few seconds.

Your heart was pounding so hard you thought it would stop any second as you kept repeating yourself to stay calm. The blush on your cheeks showed no sign of fading and you thanked God that the lights in the living room were off and that there was only the one on the TV which, however, didn't illuminate quite well your face.

The sigh Jay let out made you look up at him, noticing he was still looking at you. But when your eyes ended up on his again, he was the one to look away.

“Don’t need to be sorry,” he said simply and you nodded though he couldn't even see you, “She left.”

For the second time another wave of shock went through you and a thousand questions crossed your mind. You couldn't say you weren't sorry, you would’ve been hypocritical to say otherwise, but you wondered what the hell had happened. How did they go from being the happiest couple alive to her walking away? For what reason did she leave?

It wouldn't have surprised you at all if she was the reason for the breakup, you didn't know her well – you didn't want to – but based on what Jay told you, she had a habit of running away from every fight and problem that came up.

“She always does, doesn’t she? She will definitely come back,” you answered even as you prayed deep inside with every fiber of your being that it wouldn't happen. You knew you were selfish, he was hurting but damn it, you were human too and you couldn't mask what you didn't feel.

He shook his head slightly. “No, I don't think she will,” He lifted his head, sitting up straight and looking at you again. “And for what that matters, I don't even care if she comes back or not,” he paused again, thinking about his words “But, I don't want to talk about it.”

“Yeah sorry,” there was a moment of silence where you looked at each other again and the way he was looking at you was making your stomach twist like a contortionist “But just tell me how you are you feeling Jay, I hate seeing you like this,” and you were sincere, although you didn't like Erin, you wished nothing but happiness for Jay and seeing him like this made you feel as helpless as few other times.

“I'm fine now,” he replied and he really seemed to be sincere “Really, I feel… Relieved. I just needed to be with my best friend now. You made me worry so much you know that?”.

My best friend.

You tried to ignore the thud in your heart. “I'm really sorry Jay. It was such a hectic time between work I didn't have time for anything else. I'm sorry I wasn't around so much.”

He shook his head again, as if to tell you not to worry by smiling weakly and causing a feeling of warmth to spread through your heart. “What matters to me is that you’re okay I… I really missed you.”

-

The next day you went to work with the dark circles under your eyes reaching down to your feet. You only managed to sleep a couple of hours the night before, having spent most of the night talking to Jay.

God how much you loved that man.

When you were with him it was as if the world around you vanished and it didn't matter how long you lost touch or didn't speak to each other, the moment you’d meet again everything was back to the way it was before, as if time had never passed.

You found yourself talking late, losing track of time, laughing and joking as always and it was times like this that reminded you why you were in love with him. Jay didn't stop smiling even for a minute and seeing him so carefree, even if only for a while, was beautiful. He deserved to be happy, always.

You talked and talked and talked until you fell asleep on the sofa in each other's arms. Only when you opened your eyes you realized your head was resting on his chest and his arm was possessively encircling your waist. You stayed paralyzed for an instant, afraid to make any movement that might wake him up.

He must not have noticed it.

You cautiously sat up and then brought your gaze to him, letting your eyes wander over his relaxed features and you let yourself go for a moment to your fantasy. A fantasy where Jay being there next to you was normal, were you could wake up every morning in his arms as he tightly hugged you.

During your work shift you tried to keep your mind busy, focusing only on the calls and the patients you’d be treating.

Two days flew by like this, with Sylvie doing nothing but tease you about Jay after you told her what had happened. You omitted he and Erin had broken up, this wasn't about you and it wasn't your call to tell other people.

However, you hadn't heard from Jay for two days, he didn't text you or even replied to yours. Only then you understood how he must’ve felt when it was you who didn't reply to his text and you promised yourself you’d never do anything like this again.

You were scared to death because he didn't usually disappear like that, so suddenly, and given the nature of his work you couldn't help but imagine that something terrible had happened and the more time passed, the more this thesis was confirmed.

Of course, you knew he couldn't always answer the phone, and there had been other times when, for example, following an undercover operation you didn't hear from him for even a week but in those cases he did everything to warn you first, reassuring you’d see each other as soon as possible.

This time, however, you had a horrible feeling, a premonition that was sadly confirmed by Voight.

You were packing up the ambulance near the end of your shift when your cell phone rang and Sergeant Voight's name appeared on your screen. Your heart instantly skipped a beat and you instantly understood something serious must’ve happened for him to call you.

“Hello? Sarge?” you answered almost immediately.

“Hi kid,” his hoarse voice replied “I hope I’m not disturbing you. It’s about Halstead…”

You closed your eyes as if those words had caused you physical pain, as if someone had hit you in the face. All the colors disappeared from your face and anxiety twisted your stomach.

“What happened? Is he fine? Tell me he's okay please,” you spoke frantically, getting out of the ambulance and closing it “Where is he?”.

You heard Voight sigh on the other end of the phone. “He's fine now, he… He was kidnapped but we found him. We are at Med's. I wanted to tell you before you heard from someone else. I'm sure he'll be happy to see you.”

You couldn't describe the horrible feeling that went through you hearing those words. It was like someone ripped your heart out of your chest clamping your lungs, you stopped breathing for a second and you didn't care how exaggerated that might be, but whatever happened to him you wished it was you on the hospital bed.

“I'll be right there,” you said and closed the call before waiting for Voight’s answer. You didn't even care about warning your boss, much less some of your colleagues watched you ran away like you were nuts, you just wanted to go to him, you just wanted to see him, make sure he was okay.

The car journey to the Med's was one of the most distressing and longest of your life. You nearly collided with other cars several times but at that moment the only thought that crossed your mind was Jay.

What had happened to him? Was it serious? Was he awake?

God please let him be okay.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. That wasn't the time to cry, to be weak, you had to be there for Jay.

You thought for a moment what would happen if… God, fuck, you didn't even want to think about it, you couldn't imagine it. You couldn't even think of not having him in your life, you couldn't imagine not being able to see him anymore, getting lost in his eyes, never hearing his laughter or seeing his radiant smile again. You couldn't even think you couldn't hug him when you were sad, stuff yourselves with food watching trash TV until a nervous breakdown.

You didn't even realize you were crying until you got to Med's and parked your car. You quickly dried your tears and ran to the hospital, where, in the waiting room, you found all of his colleagues. And by all of his colleagues, you meant everyone.

Erin Lindsay was there and her disgusted gaze was on you.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” she exclaimed approaching you threateningly. You didn't let yourself be intimidated, on the contrary, the mere tone of her voice made your blood boil in your veins. How dare she talk to you like that?

“Don't you even dare take one more step towards me. Move out to way, I’m here to see Jay,” you spat with venom as the others looked at each other unsure whether to intervene or not.

“Lindsay…” Voight called back, grabbing her arm but she jerked away from his grip, still glaring at you with contempt.

“Turn your ass and get the fuck out of here. I've had enough of you, I'm so tired of always having you around Y/N. Why don't you just understand he doesn't want you?!”.

“You seem to be very familiar with walking away and running away don't you? Isn't that what you always do huh? Avoid problems? You really got some nerve to be here after you left him,” you pointed a finger at her. “I'm not going to stand here and make you yell at me. You really want me to believe you care about him? You wouldn't even be here if he wasn’t kidnapped!”.

“I left him? Is that what he told you?” Erin let out a wry laugh “I can’t believe it. I really wonder what he saw in you. Seriously, look at yourself. You're so pathetic...”

A wave of anger shot through your body and before she could even continue her insults, your fist slammed into her face, causing her to flinch back. Everyone let out a verse of bewilderment, immediately intervening to separate you and Lindsay who were about to kill each other right then and there.

“Y/N! Fuck’s sake! Just calm down! Take it easy, it’s okay,” Kevin dragged you away, shaking you off your shoulders as if to bring you to your senses. You watched her walk away with Voight, one hand on her bleeding nose.

You knew the repercussions there would be but you couldn't care less because it felt so good. You've wanted to do this for so long, for the way she's always treated you, for the contempt she's always shown towards you.

“I'm calm, I'm okay,” you muttered, throwing your hands up in surrender and trying to ignore the pain in the hand you punched her with. “I'm sorry about this but… I have to…”

“I know that's not true,” Kevin chuckled “Go,” he nodded towards Jay's room and without having to repeat it twice you immediately went to him.

You entered the room and closed the door behind you, immediately glancing at the man lying on the bed and the sound of his heartbeats coming from the machine filled the silence.

Your heart broke into a thousand pieces as you saw his battered face, a purple bruise on his cheek, a cut on his eyebrow and and other one on the lower lip which felt deep and quite sore. But despite this he was still the most beautiful man you've ever seen in your life.

You approached him, keeping as quiet as possible in an effort not to wake him up. He almost looked like an angel while he slept, as if nothing could hurt or disturb him at that moment.

You placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it with such delicacy and lightness you were almost uncertain of the contact. Your fingers ran through his hair, a gesture you knew he loved and made him relaxed.

Your eyes traveled down his chest and only then you noticed the white bandage that wrapped around his chest. You tried to keep from crying. You hated it, you hated he was suffering, you hated you weren't there with him to help him. Your heart was tightened even more as you noticed red marks on his wrists, some superficial and some a little deeper, a sign that he had been tied up.

“What have they done to you?” You whispered and your eyes were on his face again, continuing to run your fingers gently through his hair. “I'm so sorry Jay.”

You didn't know exactly what you were apologizing for, you just did.

You stayed next to him for an indefinite amount of time, you didn't look at the time but you understood that hours had passed when the sunlight was replaced by the darkness of the night.

Will tried to convince you to go home and rest and that he’d call you for any news but you refused, you didn't want Jay to wake up alone in that cold hospital room. You knew how much he loathed them and you wanted him to see a friendly face as soon as he opened his eyes.

The attempt of Jay's team was also useless, when they understood you’d never leave until he woke up, they recommended you to update them on any changes.

You spent hours sitting on a chair next to his bed until you too were asleep, your arms resting on Jay's legs.

When he opened his eyes he found himself plunged into darkness if it hadn't been for the dim light from the hospital chandelier. It didn't take him long to remember what had happened, what had led him to be there. He tried to stand up but an excruciating pain shot through his chest, forcing him to lay down again.

This and also the sleeping figure in front of him.

A small smile was born on his swollen lips as he watched you sleep sitting on the chair that seemed anything but comfortable. How long have you been there?

He raised a hand and didn't even have time to rest it on your arm before you snapped sitting, looking around panicked for a moment. Your eyes widened to see Jay in front of you with his eyes finally open and the joy you felt in that moment was like nothing else you've ever felt.

“Jay! Thank God you're awake!” You exclaimed and in the joy of the moment you hugged him, squeezing him harder than you should’ve and letting a small cry of pain escape him “Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you,” you pulled away from him “How are you feeling? Are you okay? Should I call Will?”.

Jay shook his head slightly, a small smile on his lips. “I am fine. Where is the bed remote control? I need to sit up.”

You quickly grabbed the remote from the nightstand next to the bed and handed it to him, watching as the back of the bed lifted and he settled into position so he could finally take a good look at you. “Come here, why are you so far away?” He patted the mattress and you didn't let yourself repeat it twice, sitting next to him.

“Voight called me…” you were the first to speak “But he didn't tell me what happened.”

Jay let out a sigh, flinching as a pain shot through his chest. “It was an undercover mission, nothing too difficult. I was supposed to exchange the money with the drugs and then arrest them. Easy,” he explained, “I don’t know how but someone of them found out I was a cop so they kidnapped me and as you can see they beat me up for the holidays.”

Your eyes filled with tears but that time you couldn't hold them back. You felt a whirlwind of emotions, fear, happiness, anxiety, relief and it was too much for you to hold back and you lowered your gaze to not let him see you.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jay's voice came as a sweet melody to your ears “Please don't cry Y/N, I don’t like seeing you like this. It's okay now, I'm fine, it's going to take a lot longer for you to get rid of me,” he attempted to reassure you. “Come here darling.” His hands pulled you close as his arms wrapped around you in a warm hug. You hugged him back, being careful not to hurt him further, and let yourself go into a liberating cry, so grateful you still had the opportunity to be able to do this.

His lips kissed your cheek and your heart leapt in your chest at the contact.

God Jay you're killing me.

“I'm so sorry Jay, you shouldn't be the one to comfort me now,” you murmured, pulling away from the hug, still looking down. You grabbed a tissue off the top of the nightstand and wiped away your tears, still shaken from everything that had happened. You felt so selfish at the same time Jay was on a hospital bed and you were the desperate one.

“Y/N don't even say that as a joke. Look at me, please.”

You did as he told you and your eyes met his, triggering a sensation that was like being kicked in the stomach.

“I'm fine, okay? These are just bruises, they hurt but they will go away. I wish I could tell you it's the last time but I can't, it will happen again but I want you to know I’ll always find a way back to you, okay? I won't leave you alone.”

His words were like a snake venom and antidote at the same time.

“Jay… Please…” you whispered, tears still flowing from your eyes “Don't do this to me.”

A confused expression appeared on his face. “What do you mean?”.

You shook your head, as if trying to tell him it didn't mean anything. “I just… I was so scared Jay…I thought about losing you…”

Jay reached for your hand but a frown appeared on his face as he noticed, despite the dim lights, the swelling on it. “Y/N what the hell is this? What happened to you? Why is your hand like this?”.

Shit.

You withdrew your hand, moving your fingers slightly but not showing how sore it was. You had never thrown a punch before and never imagined how painful it was. “Nothing. I closed my hand in the car door on the way here, it's no big deal.”

You knew he’d never buy this excuse but it was worth a try.

“Do you really think I’m that stupid? Tell me the truth. Did someone hurt you?”.

You sighed. “You’ll hate me.”

Jay looked at you like you just sprouted a second head, really confused. “What? Why on earth should I hate you?”.

“I punched Erin,” you blurted out so quickly, wishing he hadn't heard you but when you saw his eyes widen so wide they almost popped out of their socket, you knew he definitely did.

“What? You really did it? Seriously?” He struggled to imagine that you could do something like that, you’d never hurt even a fly. “Why? Why happened?”.

“She started saying bad things to me and I got so mad so I just… Punched her,” you sighed “I didn't even realize it… I know I shouldn't have…”

Jay was silent for a moment, still unable to believe what you had just said. He knew there was bad blood between you and his ex-girlfriend but he never imagined you’d even punch her but he also knew, without any shadow of a doubt, that if you had come this far it was because you had a reason to.

“You hate me now right?”.

He shook his head. “Absolutely not Y/N. I mean, I don't like the idea of you going around punching people but I guess you had your reasons.”

You thought back to Erin's words and that was enough to make you angry again. She deserved it all right and you don't regret it even a bit.

“She's still your ex girlfriend…”

“I know.”

You noticed the way his expression didn't change a bit at the mention of her, he had no reaction. He was more worried about your hand then her. “You don’t care she was here?”.

He remained silent for a moment, observing you for a few moments and then shook his head slightly. “Not one bit, I told I wouldn’t care if she came back. I know it's a bad thing to say, but that's how it is.”

“But you were together until a few days ago how can you not care?” You were so confused.

“I’m the one broke up with her, after all. I think it's normal.”

It wasn’t but still.

It was your turn to widen your eyes and mouth in shock. Did you hear that right?

“What? Really?! I thought she was the one who left you.”

You never expected it, you really thought sue was the one who suddenly left him and not the other way around. You had so many questions to ask him but you didn't know whether to ask him or not, after all it was none of your business.

He nodded. “It wasn't fair to just go on with that relationship, not for me or for her.”

“And why’s that?” you asked, afraid to hear the answer. Your eyes were fixed on him and even with that little light they managed to shine and stand out. Your heart was pounding so hard you thought you were having a heart attack at any moment, the air suddenly became tense and every cell in your body seemed to be on fire.

“I…” he spoke “I have someone else in mind.”

Your pounding heart stopped for an instant and the thump in your stomach was such that you felt like you were about to throw up.

“Oh.”

That was all you could say. You tried to keep your expression neutral as if these short simple words hadn't hit you full in the face like a lorry. Being run over would’ve probably hurt less.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, biting the insides of your cheeks and pressing nails against your palms to avoid crying in front of him again.

You couldn't believe it, or rather, yes, you could believe it but you didn't imagine it would hurt so much. You couldn’t believe it was happening again. It was like Erin all over again.

Oh god no please, I can’t do this.

You wondered who she was. Was she someone you knew? He had never mentioned someone else yet you two talked about everything. Or almost everything.

You looked down rubbing your hands on your pants before standing up and walking over to the nightstand. Jay followed your movements with his eyes, watching you pour water into a glass before drinking it in one gulp.

“Do you want some?” you asked him, but without looking at him and keeping your eyes on the glass

“Yes, thank you,” he replied confused “Y/N… Are you okay?”.

“Sure,” you babbled as you grabbed another glass and poured some water into it. You handed it to him, never meeting his eyes. You couldn't look at him, not at the time. If you had done it you would’ve collapsed and you couldn't in front of him, you didn't want to.

He drank the water and the dryness in his throat finally went away, feeling suddenly better. He continued to look at you, noting how your head was turned towards the window.

“Y/N… Can you look at me please? What’s going on?” he pressed confused on your sudden change of mood.

You turned to him and gave him a quick glance, noticing the empty plastic cup in his hands. “Do you want some more?” You asked feebly as you reached up to him to take your glass but before you could pull away he grabbed your wrists, his grip both firm and delicate at the same time. You jumped, not expecting it, dropping the plastic glass on the floor.

“Look at me,” he urged but you refused, your eyes watering and the lump in your throat increasingly suffocating. A solitary tear slid down your cheek as he placed his thumb and forefinger under your chin, lifting your head and forcing you to look at him.

“Y/N talk to me please,” he whispered and his tone was so soft it was enough to send you over the edge. You lost control and started crying. He pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your body as best as he could.

“No… Just let me go...” you muttered through your tears, trying to escape his grip. You couldn't do this, it was too much for you, too much to bear. You just wanted to run away in that moment, to be away from him.

“Shh, it's okay darling, it's okay. I'm here with you, I'm not going anywhere,” he whispered in your ear as his hand stroked your back in an attempt to cheer you up. But he couldn't do it.

This was all so paradoxical. He was the only person on earth able to understand you, to make you feel better with a single hug and with the mere presence of him and it was paradoxical because, at the same time, he was also the cause of your suffering.

“N-no Jay…” you stammered, pulling away from his embrace “Please let me go. Don't do this to me. Stop doing this to me...”

You stood up and walked away from him, wiping your tears with the backs of your hands. “I can't take it anymore Jay, I can't do this again.”

“Doing what? Y/N please come here. Talk to me,” he begged you.

Is he serious?

You shook your head and wordlessly walked to the door to leave, but when you heard movement behind you you whirled around to see Jay taking off the covers from his body and climbing out of bed.

“What are you doing? No! Get back to bed,” you ordered, your cheeks still wet with tears, running towards him when his feet hit the ground and tried to get up. He grabbed your wrists again, pulling you towards him and placing you between his legs. “Jay…”

“Tell me what's going on and I'll let you go,” his voice was firm and decisive and his tone hinted he’d live up to his words even if it meant trudging all the way out of the hospital.

“Jay for fuck’s sake why can’t you just understand? You really don't see it? You really can’t see I can’t take all of this anymore? You really can't see how much I fucking love you and how much I care about you! I can't do it anymore Jay, I really tried with Erin… I tried to help you, to be supportive… I tried but I can't take it a second time… I can’t…” You blurted out in the heat of the moment but slapped your mouth with your hands as soon as you realized what you had just said. You wished a hole would open in the ground and the earth would swallow you alive.

Jay was looking at you as if he had just seen a ghost and the silence that had invaded the room was almost deafening. You didn't expect an answer, you knew he wouldn't say anything, but God it was so still painful.

“Y/N… I…” he stammered, speechless.

“Jay… Don't worry, seriously,” you interjected trying to keep your composure even if you were feeling a storm inside “I know you don't feel the same and it's fine, I'm sorry for telling you like this…” you croaked, your voice broken by tears “But now it's better if I go... You need to rest.”

The grip around your wrists loosened and you took the opportunity to free yourself away. You took a few steps back, your heart heavy as Jay continued to stare at you petrified.

You were about to leave when, suddenly and against all your expectations, you felt a hand on your arm that made you turn around and a pair of lips pressed against yours.

Your eyes widened in shock as your mind tried to process what was happening. Time seemed to stop and even though his lips were touching yours so lightly it felt like they were just caressing each other, it was as if a storm had hit you full blown.

That kiss was light, sweet, as if he was testing your reaction but when you closed your eyes and returned it, that lightness was immediately replaced by the determination with which his mouth moved against yours.

His hands were on your face as you both let go and for an instant you forgot about everything around you, that you were in a hospital room, that a minute ago you had confessed his love for him. You wanted that kiss for so long. For so long you watched him from a distance and imagined what it would be like to have his lips on yours and now that you were really feeling it, god, it felt like heaven.

No image created in your mind could compare to the flock of butterflies flying in your stomach, to the feeling that kiss made you experience.

It was like thunder hit you, like an explosion of rainbows, like being electrocuted, like being burned alive.

You wanted so badly to find the right words to describe what you felt but you just couldn't.

Jay slid his fingers from your cheeks through your hair, deepening the kiss more and more, forgetting the wound on his lip and all the pains that coursed through his body. Your hands clenched the hospital gown he wore into a fist, being careful not to touch him even though your mind was completely racing.

He was kissing you fervently now, passionately, as if his life depended on it, as if he wanted to suck your soul out of your body. And that was exactly how you felt. If you didn't know him better, you would’ve said he was kissing you as if he too had wanted it for a long time, as if he was trying to vent all the frustration that had accumulated over time.

When you pulled away you were both out of breath like after a marathon. His hands stroked your hair before brushing your cheeks as his thumbs traced imaginary circles on your skin. His nose kept brushing yours and you didn't know how you managed to stand, your legs feeling like jelly.

“You didn't ask me who she is,” he whispered and if he wasn't already hurt you probably would’ve punched him. How could he say such a thing? How could he kiss you and then say that?

“Jay what the fuck...” you tried to walk away but he interrupted you.

“Ask me Y/N. Ask me who’s the person I always have in my mind. Who is the woman I left Erin for.” His eyes kept alternating between yours and your lips trembling and flushed and a little swollen from that impetuous kiss.

“Fuck you! No, I don't want to know! How can you say this!”.

“Shh,” he smiled slightly as his thumb traced the outline of your lips. How could he smile in such a situation and be so heartless? “Please Y/N. Trust me. Ask me.”

“You are such an asshole Jay, I can't believe this…”

“It's you,” he cut you off again and you froze, not believing you heard right.

“W-what?”.

“It’s you. You’re the person who’s constantly on my mind, you are the one who invades my thoughts from the moment I wake up in the morning until I close my eyes at night. I couldn't continue with her, I tried, I tried to ignore it, but you were always there in front of me, always in my head even when you weren't there,” he confessed “When I realized you were the one I want, that it was you who made my heart beat more than anyone else ever did… Fuck, I can’t even talk with you looking at me like this,” he stopped, pressing his fingers on your skin, as if to vent the built up tension.

“I realized it was you when the thought of losing you terrified more than I could even admit, when seeing her didn’t make me turn my stomach or lose my breath like it happen with you,” he paused, taking a small breath, winching at the pain “I didn't know what to do, how to behave with you, I didn't know if you felt the same and I didn't want to risk ruining our friendship and losing you, I preferred a thousand times to have you only as a friend than not to have you at all in life. But, shit, I love you too so much you stupid…” he sighed, his confession heavy in the air and at that point the tears flowed like rivers down your cheeks which he quickly wiped away with his thumbs “It was always you, always and only you and I’m so sorry i realized it so late, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize how you were feeling and made you suffer like that, I will never forgive myself for that. I don't want to see you cry anymore, I don't want to see a single tear come out of these beautiful eyes again, okay? I'm yours Y/N, if you want me I'll be forever and irrevocably yours.”

You didn't know what to say.

You didn't know what to do.

You have never been in such a state of total shock like in that moment.

A thousand questions crossed your mind but you couldn't find an answer to any of them.

“Jay,” you exhaled in frustration, still crying “I don't want to suffer, I don't want to go to sleep crying anymore, I'm so tired of this. I can't… I love you, god, how much I love you. You… You make me lose my mind, my heart goes crazy for you but I also know I don't want to suffer and even if I'm in love I don't want to keep my eyes closed and be naive,” you spoke, your eyes locked in his “You just got out of a relationship and I don't want to think I'm a rebound…”

“But you're not baby, I swear you will never be. You are all I want…” he urged “I left her because I want you Y/N.”

“Jay this doubt won’t make me live peacefully. The moment I’ll be in a relationship with you, I want us to start it without interruption, without risks, without fears, without ghosts of the past,” you retorted “You can’t imagine how many times I wished for this to happen, more than you’ll ever know, but I don’t want it to be like this, not when you got out of a relationship two days ago.”

“Then I'll prove it to you, I promise Y/N. I want you, only you, forever. I understand you're scared and I promise I'll do anything to make this fear go away, I promise I'll do everything in my power to make you happy. I don't want to give up on you, not now that I know you feel the same. God I'd let you get into my head just to show you how much every single one of my thoughts are directed only and solely towards you.” He pulled your hands away from your cheeks just so he could intertwine his fingers with yours, bringing your hands up to your lips and kissing both of them, you eyes piercing your soul with their intensity.

“You’ll be mine, that's a promise.”

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[msookyspooky]

Out of ALL the Scream movies; Scream 4 could have been on par with Scream had they kept the deleted scenes

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- The fountain scene that paid homeage to '96 and ACTUALLY made this teen group seem like friends and a true remake

- The killer copying kills and Dewey talking about Tatum. We hardly hear him ever talk about his little sister AND it would make the 'remake' argument make sense because this feels like another sequel in the franchise; not a remake like they claim

- The Crime scene that was by far one of the eeriest and one of the most realistic scenes in any Scream movie to show how brutal the kills really were

- The original opening kill where Marnie thinks Jenny is pranking her and Ghostface is standing in the hallway while they talk

- The very short scene of Robbie and Charlie setting up the barn. It was goofy and made them feel like people instead of only red herrings (Which will obviously make a suspect list harder...Why do you think Scream is so good? Because every single suspect feels human instead of just a one dimensional red herring shoe in.)

- Kirby talking to Charlie and Robbie in the hall because once again it makes Charlie less suspicious because 'Oh he's doing it to be cool and get the girl' not 'this freak is having a secret party for an unknown reason during a killing? Yep another Stu def the killer' IT FELT SO IMPORTANT! We never got a motive for the party and in this scene we kind of did

Now, I agree with them getting rid of the hospital scene with Trevor and Jill bc even tho I liked seeing Trevor's character fleshed out it made Jill look like the killer and her being the killer was one of the most shocking reveals that I would not want ruined by something as heavy handed as her getting angry at Trevor for reading Sidney's book. The one with her missing her phone felt off too. Or Gale and Dewey in the morning because not only did Gale's "Has she ever been to one of mine?😒🙄" over Dewey asking her to go to Sid's book signing makes me hate her BUT it was also pretty much a pointless scene that would've taken too much time. I'm on the fence about the alternate scene of Dewey figuring out it was Jill before Gale did because it makes sense with Gale still under anesthesia not being on her A game and would be a nice change for Dewey to be the one to figure it out BUT it feels more in character for Gale to figure it out first.

But at least half of those scenes should've been kept in!

Controversial but some scenes have to be scraped to keep those deleted ones so:

Ditch the Trevor and Robbie exchange with that cringy 'Rawr' thing he does it gives me secondhand embarrassment everytime, get rid of some of the scenes of Judy and Gale pointlessly beefing with each other over oblivious Dewey who's already married to Gale and faithful what is the point of it?? Especially as much as we see it like we get it Judy likes Dewey and thinks Gale's evil stop wasting film, shorten the long ass opening kill that imo is one of the worst opening kills and the kill within a kill within a kill thinh I'm sorry but I skip it everytime ESPECIALLY seeing the deleted scene and how much better it could've been, shorten Rebecca Walter's death to what it was in the deleted scene. Anything to keep these scenes IN THE FINAL PRODUCT WHAT THE HELL

And don't even get me started on the alternate ending that should have happened and the 'new final girl' theme we'd get in 5 with a Ghostface versus a Ghostface instead of what we got...AND IT WOULD HAVE MADE IT POSSIBLE TO INCLUDE THESE SCENES BECAUSE THE HOSPITAL SCENE WOULDN'T HAVE EXISTED.

This movie could've been so great and here we are with one dimensional characters, plot holes that don't make sense, awkward scenes that weren't needed and a new cast that was 'meh' except for Kirby because of deleted scenes.

[gemwing2010]

Rugrats: Babies in Toyland ❄️🎄🎁🧸🚂

Warning, this will contain spoilers of the special so please read with care and enjoy.

Rugrats: Babies in Toyland, is my all time favourite Christmas Special in the entire franchise. It is very a fun and entertaining special filled with some festive baby adventures and it carries a pure message of learning the true meaning of Christmas.

The special tells us the story of Tommy and his friends celebrating his brother’s first Christmas and trying to make it special as well as keeping Dil happy.

This Christmas, the entire friends and families are heading off to visit Christmas Land, a winter wonderland designed by Stu, Dil and Tommy’s inventor father and endorsed by their Aunt Charolette’s company.

While celebrating Baby Dil’s first Christmas is the main plot, Angelica has her own story arc where she claims to be good all year, when in reality, she’s being completely naughty since the start of the episode where she scares off the Christmas carollers at hers cousins’ house, being rude to one of the staff members dressing as one of Santa’s elves and gong as far as gleefully lying to Tommy and his friends that if Dil doesn’t get a present the first time round, he’ll never have another Christmas for the rest of his life.

And she’s only digging herself deeper by driving the man who was hired to play as Santa to quit, making the kids think the real Santa Claus was calling it quits.

While Angelica had been a complete brat about the guy giving her a cute toy reindeer with a scarf plushy instead of what she had listed out what she actually wanted, I have to be honest, I did got out a few giggles when she exclaimed this following quote:

Angelica: You’ve got me a… MOOSE?!?! 😡

Meanwhile, while they were checking out the atheistic of an old pioneer cabin, the grown-ups get snowed in when Stu’s snow machine malfunctions and they try to think of a way to get out.

Back with the kids, when Kimi suggested that when “Santa” had quit, he had left all of the presents at his workshop back in the North Pole. Unfortunately, being the greedy and selfish little brat as she is, Angelica had no intention of sharing Christmas with the babies and wants all the presents to herself. She deliberately lies to the babies and directs them to the woods while she sneaks off to the North Pole on her own with Prancy the Reindeer as her only companion.

During a crazy yet cute fantasy of the babies getting involved in a scene from the Nutcracker, facing up against the wicked Mouse King and his mouse army, the babies gathered a few items they believed are presents: Chuckie finds a large Christmas walnut, Phil takes a ballet slipper from Clara (of course Lil did ask first) while Lil takes a ribbon and Kimi picks a small bell that Chuckie accidentally kicked off from the Mouse King’s neck (long story).

After making their escape, the babies encounter a lost goat under the belief he belongs to Santa and decided to take him with them.

While still trapped in the cabin, the adults soon start to learn the true meaning of Christmas while making decorations and roasting chestnuts just like the pioneers used to do.

Meanwhile, after she reaches the North Pole, Angelica starts to understand the true meaning of Christmas herself after she was given “The Reason You Suck” Speech from Santa’s head elf when he told her the cold hard truth about her being nothing but naughty throughout the entire night as well as is genuinely heartbroken when a now living Prancy rejected her after she had called him a “dumb reindeer” earlier.

After a charming song sequence that motivated her to be good all through the year while treating each day like Christmas, Angelica has a change of heart and reconciles with Prancy while deciding to seek out the babies and bring them their presents.

Meanwhile, after he thought the kids were under the care of his wife, Lulu and the other adults, Grandpa Lou volunteers to play Santa while the guy who had quit is missing in action. When he other hears a report of “Six babies have been seen with a goat heading towards the Bethlehem pavilion”, Lou grabs a little one horse open sleigh and rides off to the rescue.

Open reaching Bethlehem, the babies find a doll of Baby Jesus and give him all the presents they had gathered on their journey. Even Dil wanted to give the baby the hat he had picked up, which is a very sweet Character Development since Dil tends to get all grabby, claiming anything he gets his tiny hands on since his debut in the first movie.

After Lou rounds them up and pulls over to dig his family and friends out from the snowed-in cabin, Chuckie is the one to voice out that the presents don’t really matter since the babies still had fun together and that Christmas is all about being with all they hold so dear.

A fully reformed Angelica enters the scene and gives the babies their presents. To add in the heartwarming moment, she decided to give Prancy to Dil, promising she’ll visit her reindeer friend.

After the fa likes are reunited, everyone all agree that this Christmas is the best one yet before they all gathered around the piano as Lou and Lulu happily sing “We Wish You a Merry Christmas while the specials ends with the real Santa Claus flying over Christmas Land in his sleigh, delivering gifts to all the good children all over the world.

I always liked tobelieve that Babies in Toyland is the official finale of the original Rugrats because it serves a healthy Character Development for Angelica’s character and I just love the message it brings out the true meaning of Christmas.

Hope you all enjoy that special as much as I do and I wish you a Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year and may your dreams shine. ✨

🎁🧸🚂

[twdgkidsdeservebetter]

Scream VI - SPOILER ALERT

Just watched Scream VI and I loved it!

I’m not gonna talk about everything, I just wanted to write my thought process for significant moments. 

When Bailey told Sam that Kirby hadn’t worked at the FBI for months, I was like, “Oh shit, maybe Kirby really is ghostface”. 

Because everytime I saw a fan theory of Kirby being the killer, I immediately dismissed them. It would make literal ZERO sense for Kirby to be the killer, because she would literally have no logical motive.

But as soon as I saw the double ghostface attack on Chad, along with the in sync knife swipe, I was kind of hoping it would be Stu AND Kirby. The brief moment between Kirby and Mindy, mentioning Stu’s supposed death really made me hope Matthew Lillard had returned. 

Again, it made no sense for Kirby to be the killer, but I was really starting to hope it was her. What we got in the end was good too though.

Also really glad you could actually trust the love interest in this film, “Cute guy” is so nice together with Sam. She deserves a sane boyfriend.

Chad and Tara are suuuuuuper cute together. I’ve seen some comments about the trailer, talking about Chad and Tara possibly getting together where they didn’t like it. I think I saw some talking about how Tara and Wes should’ve gotten together. But I love them together, so glad he lived.

When I first watched scream (2022), I was able to guess the ghostfaces correctly. (Amber and Richie’s ‘first’ meeting in the hospital made it super obvious). I never guessed Quinn cause she was ‘dead’. Everyone making Ethan out to be the killer was so funny, I never really thought of him actually being the killer. I was sort of suspicious of Bailey though. When he was crying about Quinn in the alley way, I kinda thought it was an underreaction. I mean, both of your kids are dead. My thoughts during this scene were, “What if he’s just pretending?” 

Also, while Bailey, Ethan and Quinn were doing their monologue, the majority of the time I was thinking, “Would this count as three ghostfaces or two?”

Logically, it’d only be two, because Ethan and Quinn actually did the killings and were wearing the costumes. 

Quick edit: Really glad they mentioned all the ghostfaces. Especially when Kirby was looking at Jill’s outfit. 

[fernweh-writes]

how about the slasher react to an s/o that who sometimes speaks during their sleep? (Have a nice day :3)

I talk in my sleep according to my family and best friend. My best friend said she had a whole conversation with me while she was in another part of her house and when she walked back into her room I was responding but I was also knocked out. Makes no sense, I still think she’s lying…

-Fern🌿

S/O That Talks in Their Sleep

Michael Myers

Michael has a fucked sleep schedule. The only time he sleeps is when he has to because he physically cannot keep going. Although, occasionally he will take a quick nap purely out of boredom. Other than that, you’re going to have to coax him into bed with you.

Because of this, it’s likely for him to hear you talking in your sleep all of the time. He does enjoy watching you sleep. You look so peaceful and at ease and the steady rise and fall of your chest basically has him in a trance.

Michael isn’t going to mention it to you or anything. It doesn’t phase him, in fact he finds it pretty amusing. It does make him wonder what you’re dreaming about whenever you say something really crazy though. He wishes he knew what was going on inside of your head at all times, even when you’re sleeping.

Bo Sinclair

Bo will find anything and everything he can to use against you. He knows the perfect mix of degrading and praise that will have you hating him and never wanting to leave his side. So of course, this is another thing he will be using against you.

If you try and deny it he’ll find a way to prove it to you. He doesn’t care if he has to stay up all night and record you. One way or another, he’s going to prove it to you or just make a scene and get you to drop it or surrender and just let him be right. He’s always right darlin’.

Of course he is also going to use this knowledge to embarrass you. He’s the king of mansplain, manipulate, manwhore and he knows it. Bo will tell you stuff you most certainly didn’t say just so he can get a reaction out of you.

Vincent Sinclair

When the two of you first get together, he is still very hesitant about sharing a bed with you. He can’t sleep with the wax mask on his face and even though he does care about you, he’s not sure that he’s ready to show you his face quite yet.

Because of this he won’t come to bed with you until he’s dog tired. Vincent will be asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, not waking up until the morning. So it’s unlikely for your sleep talking to be known by him for a very long time.

Once he gets comfortable with you and is with you while you fall asleep is when he will finally take notice. Even then, it’s very unlikely for him to mention it to you, he doesn’t want you to feel embarrassed. Besides, he thinks that it’s endearing listening to you say random things in your sleep. Some of the things you say are cute and others are just down right funny.

Brahms Heelshire

If you talk in your sleep he’s going to know about it within the first week you’re staying at the Heelshire mansion. He likes to watch you while you sleep and if it’s something that you do frequently he was bound to notice.

Brahms has very limited knowledge on people considering he has lived a very sheltered life and hasn’t socialized whatsoever really. It makes him wonder why you do it, so once he reveals himself to you be prepared for a bunch of questions.

Just don’t let Brahms know that you’re embarrassed about talking in your sleep. He’s a little shit and he would most definitely tease you about it just to get a reaction from you. Also uses it against you in order to get his way, so being made fun of becomes especially common during his tantrums.

Thomas Hewitt

This man sleeps like a rock. The world could be ending and he would sleep through it. Can you really blame him though? Thomas works his ass off to take care of his family, so he stays tired and always sleeps hard.

Because of this it’s very unlikely for him to even notice that you talk in your sleep. Especially if it’s more mumbling than anything because it won’t phase him one bit. If he does happen to hear you though, at first he thinks you’re saying something to him. Only when that something makes absolutely no sense does he realize you’re still sleeping.

Don’t worry about worrying over what you say in your sleep though, Thomas will never bring it up anyways. After all, it’s not like it bothers him considering it took him so long to even notice. On the rare occasion he does hear you he just thinks it’s cute and wonders what you’re dreaming about.

Billy Loomis

This one all depends on where you stand in your relationship with him. If you’re still dealing with that boy next door front he puts up then of course he’s never going to mention it to you. After all, a gentleman like him would never mock his s/o.

But if you’ve reached a point where Billy really is himself around you then congratulations he’s going to tease the hell out of you for it. Obviously he’s going to over exaggerate everything you say in order to make it better blackmail.

Definitely uses the “that’s not what you were saying last night” line in order to mock you. If you claim he’s lying then that’s just to bad considering he was the one awake and listening and you were the one asleep.

Stu Macher

Stu thinks that the things you say in your sleep are absolutely hilarious. Because he enjoys hearing the random things you say so much he never mentions it to you because then you would somehow try and stop, He’s not sure if it’s possible to just stop, but he’s not taking any chances.

Would be the type to write down his favorite things that you’ve said in your sleep. The list ranges from random things you’ve said he thought were funny to the sweet things you’ve mumbled about him without even knowing it.

One day he might just show you the list of phrases he has collected over time. Happily points out his favorite ones, he should make a hall of fame for your sleep talking phrases. Of course, he has to tease you once he finally tells you.

Jesse Cromeans

Jesse has cameras covering every inch of property that he owns. His warehouses have cameras but of course so does his home where you reside. After all he has to make sure the things that are most important to him are looked after.

So, anything you say or do will be caught on camera. Although you have no privacy, you only have no privacy with Jesse, He is the only one with access to the cameras within his home, no one else.

Unfortunately for you this means every embarrassing thing you have said or done has been caught on tape for Jesse to enjoy. While he is temped to tease the hell out of you for it, he ultimately decides against it. He doesn’t want you to stop doing embarrassing things just because you know that he is always watching.

Asa Emory

Asa watches you sleep pretty often so it doesn’t take long for him to pick up on your sleep talking. Even if it is something you don’t do often, he’s a very light sleeper. So if you start talking, it is going to wake him and you’re going to get caught saying who knows what.

He’s not one to really mention those sorts of things, But, if it is something that you do often then it means he own’t be able to sleep good with you next to him. He may care about you but he already doesn’t get enough rest as it is.

On the rare occasion he is home and the two of you fall asleep together, he waits for you to fall asleep and then goes to sleep on the couch to actually sleep through the night. Obviously he can’t get away with it for very long without getting caught. So his great idea is to guilt trip you and make it your problem.

[jimsmovieworld]

SCREAM- 2022 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Words cannot express how much i enjoyed this movie. (Full spoilers ahead)

Eleven years after the last attacks, Ghostface is back in Woodsboro killing people who were related to the original attacks.

Ghostface is attacking a new group of friends as well as returning "legacy" characters returning from previous movies.

Lets start with the opening which sees Ghostface target Tara Carpenter (jenna ortega). Its much like the original opening scene with Casey Becker but with a more modern feel, and the questions she's being asked are about the Stab movies. Opening scene was scary and great to hear the iconic voice of Roger Jackson again. Wouldnt say it was my favourite Scream opening but was very well done.

Unlike every other scream opening, the victim survives and we find out shes in the hospital. Her sister Sam who ran out on her family years ago returns to town with her boyfriend Richie (jack quaid). We meet her group of friends, several of whom are related to original characters. For example Chad and Mindy were related to Randy, Wes Hicks is Deputy Judy Hicks son. As for the group i liked them and thought they worked well. They were given proper screen time and time to develop there characters. I dont think they were anywhere near being on the level of the original group at all but that would be a tall order.

Of all the new characters my favourite is Tara played by Jenna Ortega, shes an angel and very glad she lived, also liked her sister Samantha.

After my second viewing i really liked Chad and Mindy a lot more. Both funny and likable.

As for returning characters...

Was happy to see Deputy Hicks again, the scene where she was killed in broad daylight surprised the hell out of me and was so well done.

Was so happy to see Martha Meeks return in an adorable cameo! And the fact shed made a memorial cinema room for Randy! What a sweetheart! ❤ that was so good.

Bringing back Billy.... i couldnt have been any more shocked by that. Didnt see it comimg at all. I fucking loved it. Turns out Samantha is Billys illegitimate child and this plays a huge part in the plot, as she sees him in hallucinations. One of my favourite parts of the movie. Give us Stu next time!

Of the big three i think Deweys character was handled the best. The lovable former sherriff is now living in a trailer after having seperated from Gail after she got a huge opportunity to host the morning show in New York. Was very nice to see he still had Tatums ashes in his trailer. It was great seeing him interact with the new characters. Hes as funny and kind as always. As for his death. It was absolutely heartbreaking. And done perfectly. I knew one of the big three were going to die. Didnt think it would be Sidney, and thought Gale was the best pick. Dewey is the heart and soul of the scream franchise and to see him die such a painful death had me in pieces in the cinema. But it had to be one of them so i understand.

Sidney and Gail had the same amazing chemistry as always and was amazing to see them back together. Although id hoped theyd have got more screen time i understand why they didnt, and everything they did while they were on screen, made sense in line with there characters.

When Dewey called Sidney and asked "hows Mark?". This surely confirms shes married to Detective Mark Kincaid from scream 3! While i would have loved if Patrick Dempsey could have made just a quick cameo, this was great, the movie is filled with excellent easter eggs like this that Scream fans will enjoy. Another is during the scene where James A Jannise from Dead Meat makes a hilarious cameo, a suggested youtube video says, interview with survivor Kirby Reed. Confirming the fan favourite from Scream 4 survives! Amazing. Movies filled with stuff like this as the directors are true fans of the franchise.

New movie has the usual Scream meta talk discussing the rules of the movie. Does a great job of establishing everyones a suspect and works well as a whodunnit. So much of the fun of the scream movies is guessing who the killer is. I guessed Richie was one killer the other came as a surpirse. When Amber was revealed to be the other killer i was shocked as she barely stood as a character. Now ill see the movie again tommorrow so will be interesting to see her on the next viewing as ill already know shes the killer going in.

The killers motive?

They are both stab superfans who are furious with the latest movie going off the rails and are creating there own narrative for the next movie. This taking a stab at toxic fandoms. I think it works certainly. Some people im sure wont like it but you always need to take the scream killers motive with a grain of salt. Unlike other horror franchises like Halloween or Friday the 13th, they always have different killers and need new motives. Some work better than others. The Scream 4 killers motive wasnt received too well by a lot of fans at the time but i think was ahead of its time, this could turn out to be the same.

A few things i loved...

The return of Sidney Prescott.

Hands down my favourite final girl from any horror movie (sorry nancy). She is smart, sweet, resourceful, insanely beautiful and just an all round hunk (female version). Horror aside she has to be in the running for my favourite character ever, so was lovely to see her again.

Excellent use of Red Right Hand in Kyle Gallners scene. Great to see Kyle Gallner also hes a great actor.

Ghostface was brilliant! Still as clumsy as ever but brutal when it came down to it. Some very grizzly stabbings take place.

Loved the footage of stab 8 going off the rails with Ghostface wielding a flamethrower and nunchucks. Hilarious.

Loved the stab footage we saw of Randy at the party.

Loved Tara watching Dawsons Creek in hospital, a nice Kevin Williamson nod.

Use of Stus house was perfect. So great to see it again and bring everything full circle.

The "FOR WES" that popped up at the end of the movie was very nice.

Overall this movie hit me right in the feels. Amazing to see the old gang back in Woodsboro. Wrapped itself up nicely as a stand alone film but theres so much they could do with a sequel. Many of the new gang survived unlike in Scream 4 where they were all killed. As long as it does well at the box office it seems a sequel is pretty much guaranteed. Directed by Matt Bittenelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillet.

Wore my best shirt to the cinema.

[slasherscream]

All I Wanted

pairing:  Stu Macher x reader x Billy Loomis

summary: you’ve been with stu for awhile now and it’s a dream. your relationship is everything you’ve ever wanted... until you realize his best friend, billy, is in love with him. worse than that stu might be in love with him too. 

You didn’t realize it all at once. However you’d imagined the way someone would act in a relationship while being madly in love with someone else wasn’t the way Stu acted. He’d been the one to ask you out, and it was sudden. He went from being a friend of a friend - someone you nodded to in passing at parties - to a constant presence overnight. That was just the way Stu did things, all at once or not at all. You had been wary of his newfound position as your personal satellite. It was overwhelming, frankly. But there was only so long you could keep up your polite attempts at distance and rejection. Like a determined, yapping dog he chased after you until you had no choice but to hear him out, if only to get some peace and quiet. 

It started as one date, just so you could say you’d given him a fair chance. Then you went on another date, because the first date had actually been fun. Eventually you stopped keeping track of how many dates you let Stu drag you on. His personality didn’t change, he was still a little brash and loud. A party animal that could wear out even other energetic extroverts... but you discovered there was more to him than the way he acted in large group hangouts or wild ragers. He softened when it was just the two of you. Like a talented actor that takes a deep breathe once they’re off stage, done playing a draining character for an eager and judgmental audience. 

That shift, however slight it was, was the thing that won you over. The reason why you kept saying yes to dates, laughed when he tossed you onto his shoulder, let him pull you into his lap with little more than a bashful smile. It was the reason why, after a few months of this gentle drifting around one another, you asked him, “are we... together together?” And it was the reason why you smiled so wide he couldn’t give you a proper kiss when he said yes. 

Being with Stu was a bit of a package deal in that you also got his best friend Billy through sheer proximity. At first you didn’t really talk to each other. After your relationship with Stu became official it felt weird to not talk to one another, considering how much you saw each other. Billy was not like Stu. He became a person in your life gradually. Your relationship growing from half-assed greetings from Billy and awkward waves from you; to asking each other about your respective weekends; to studying together for shared classes; to talking adamantly about movies; to saying hello with hugs and smiles; to hanging out with one another even if Stu wasn’t around- which was rare but made you smile nonetheless as Billy was a man who kept his circle small, to say the least. 

Around the same time that you realize that you’re in love with Stu you also realize you aren’t the only one. You’d like to think of yourself as an observant person but even a blind man could see the way Billy looked at Stu. You were actually embarrassed that you hadn’t seen it in the first place. The way he searched for Stu whenever he entered a room. The way he’d stifle smirks at (terrible) jokes he’d reach out and hit the blond for. The way Billy never shrugged Stu off whenever he'd inevitably drape his body over Billy’s in some -  obnoxious - way. The way he let Stu talk through his favorite scenes in movies without telling him to shut up... usually. You noticed all these little things, your gut twisting a little with each observation. 

You found yourself looking up at Stu during a movie night, watching the TV throw neon color against his face instead of the TV itself, and the understanding that you loved him washed over you warmly and easily. The feeling was a sharp contrast to the screams of the character on the screen being brutally murdered. Your eyes just happened to drift away from your boyfriend’s face to behind him, where Billy was sitting. He too was watching Stu instead of the movie. You’d seen the look on his face plenty, though you hadn’t seen it on his face in particular before. Or maybe you had, you thought to yourself, lead settling in your stomach and throat, you just hadn’t known it. Hadn’t wanted to know. 

If there was anything Billy was good at it was keeping his feelings close to his chest, never revealing his cards. You made eye contact for just a moment before he hastily looked away but it was enough. You knew without a doubt, in that one moment of vulnerability that one of Billy’s secrets was that he was in love with Stu. 

You let the new knowledge settle in your mind for a long while. Kept watching their interactions, but with a new understanding. Which is how you came to an even worst conclusion. That Stu was in love with Billy too. 

If you’d felt blind before you didn’t know what you were now. It was so obvious. Stu couldn’t keep a secret for the life of him. He chased after Billy the way he chased after you. Hungry for the slightest bit of attention or acknowledgement, lighting up like the sun when it was given. It would’ve made you smile if it didn’t break your heart. 

You didn’t realize you’d come to a decision until you’d already begun the actions to support it. Distancing yourself. Cancelling dates. Shying away from a hug, and then a kiss, and then nearly everything. Not picking up calls or returning texts. You believed firmly in communication in a relationship up until this point but you didn’t know how to say I can’t watch you be in love with someone else when I’m so in love with you I don’t know what to do with myself. You didn’t know what bad rom-com to watch that would help you figure out the right words to tell him so you didn’t tell him anything at all. 

You don’t know why you thought someone as stubborn as Stu would just accept the slow detangling of your lives that you were trying to achieve. 

“What’s going on?” He asked without hesitation, ambushing you outside of your last class of the day. You sighed and dragged him to the classroom next door that was open but thankfully empty. 

Leaning against the teacher’s desk you buried your head in your hands, throat already tight and eyes already stinging. “I think we should break-up.”

“What?” You didn’t have to look up to know the crestfallen face he was making, he was always so expressive you could hear it perfectly in his voice alone.

“I want to breakup.” You repeated, willing your voice not to break. 

“Why? What did I do wrong? I’m sorry - whatever I did I swear I’m sorry,” you felt a hand on you then, trying to pry yours away from your face, trying to drag you into his arms and you flung yourself out of his reach. In doing so you caught a glimpse at his face and your chest went tight. He looked seconds away from begging and you knew you couldn’t withstand that. Knew it would break your heart more than it was already broken and you didn’t know how that could be. Didn’t know how the ache in your chest could get worse but you could feel it already. “Baby please let’s just talk about this-”

“I have to go. I have to go, I have to go-” You shoved past him to leave the room and ignored his cries for you to come back, slow down, please come back - 

You sat in your car, head against the steering wheel for a long time before you drove home. You wanted to wait until you stopped crying to drive. 

You didn't have to turn off your phone. It rang so much that eventually the battery died and you didn't even have to get out of bed. You laid there still for hours, not sure you were feeling anything at all until you heard your window sliding open. You scrambled for the light on your nightstand, switching it on in a panic only to deflate when you saw it was only Billy crawling through your window.

He looked absolutely livid. 

“Hi Billy,” you managed, even though you didn’t want to see anyone right now. Especially not either of the boys. 

“What the fuck?” He spat. 

“I’m doing wonderfully thank you for asking. How are you?” 

“Don’t be cute you know why I’m here.” He stalked across your room and loomed over your bedside, clutching the headboard so hard his knuckles were white. You looked at his hands for a long moment and then up at his face, so close to yours you were breathing the same air. 

“Sorry. Sit down with me please.” You patted the space beside you and waited for him to give in despite his anger. Eventually he climbed onto your bed, with his shoes on but you didn’t scold him like you usually would considering the circumstances. 

“I broke up with Stu, as you know,” you started.

“Is that what you’re calling that bullshit you pulled?”

You sat for a long moment, gathering your thoughts. You didn’t want this conversation to last for long. Just seeing Billy and having to think more on your unfortunate love life was like digging your fingers into a festering wound. 

“Do you want to know why?” Before he could answer you continued, “You’re in love with him and he’s in love with you and I can’t get in the way of that.”

Silence settled in the room, oppressive. You weren’t uncomfortable though. You allowed it to be quiet for a moment, letting your words sink in. “You’re in love with each other and I’m not mad at either of you. How could I be? I’m the one who came into your relationship. Before me it was just the two of you.”

“But just because I’m not mad doesn’t mean I can hang around and watch you two want each other so...so much,” your voice breaks and there’s the all-too familiar pressure behind your eyes that you can’t help, “it’s too much for me, Billy, and it’s not fair. Not to any of us.” 

You move so that you’re no longer sitting beside him, but in front of him, and you take his hand and clutch it between your own. You’re surprised you’re not met with resistance. His face is carefully blank but you think you might’ve shocked him. You’re not sure with what. The fact that you know he’s in love with Stu, the fact that Stu is in love with him too, or maybe he hadn’t even known he was in love with Stu. You think it’d be easy to be in love with someone for so long you don’t even know it’s love. It just becomes your default state, that love. 

“I want you two to be happy together. I mean that. Don’t pretend you don’t love him and don’t doubt that he loves you. He does, Billy. I promise he does. You should see the way he looks at you.” You smile sadly at him and squeeze his hand. He looks down at your hand and his grip tightens ever so slightly. 

“I’m stepping aside because it’s the right thing to do. God knows how long you’ve been in love with each other.”

“He loves you.” He finally gets out. The words sound punched out of him.

“Maybe,” you shrug, “But if he does it’s not as much as he loves you. Can’t be. You’re his best friend and his.... well, we’ve only been together a few months. Not even a year yet. That’s nothing compared to the two of you.” 

“But you love him.” A simple statement but it makes you clench your teeth together so hard it hurts. 

“I do and I also love you. It wouldn’t feel right... to stay with him and keep him away from you. Or keep him from having who he really wants.” 

You look at each other for a long while and when you can’t stand it anymore and your tears finally start to fall you throw yourself forward and hug him as tight as you can. You think it’ll be the last time you hug him. Maybe the last time you’ll see him, other than in passing. And you do love him, even though this moment hurts and it might hurt for a long time. Some things and people are more important than hurting. Than getting the things you want, no matter how bad you may want them. 

He slowly wraps his arms around you and then all at once he hugs you back just as tightly. You stay hugging one another for a long time and when you pull away he slides off your bed and leaves out through your window without another word. 

You lay back down in your bed and don’t go to sleep. 

It’s a week until you see them both again. A week of forcing yourself to leave the house as you still have school and work and other life obligations, broken heart not withstanding. 

Despite the fact that you go to the same campus and share a few classes you hope against hope that you might avoid them for awhile. You resign yourself to knowing that you’ll have to see them again at some point, of course, but you tell yourself it doesn’t have to be that bad. It will be between classes. In passing at parties. At favorite shared eateries. Nothing you wouldn’t be able to handle with a polite wave or tense smile. You wouldn’t even have to say hello, they’d understand. And as strange as it may seem you hope that when you do eventually see them around you’ll see them together. Holding hands. Smiling at one another. Maybe sharing a kiss. As much as it would hurt it would also warm you. Let you know that the pain you were feeling did them some good. Two of your most important people. That they were happy together could be enough for you, more than enough. 

(You hoped that the longer you repeated that mantra the more true it would become.)

They drag you into a classroom. The same one you dragged Stu into the day you broke up with him. You have to laugh at the poetry of it even as you instantly feel like drooping in on yourself at having to see them so soon. You were just walking past absentmindedly when a hand wrapped around your bicep and yanked you through the doorway. You knew at the touch alone that it was Billy. 

You forced yourself to not look as empty as you felt and instead, with herculean effort, you settle on trying to look fed up, “Really?”

“You wouldn’t pick up our calls.”

“You haven’t even tried to call me!” You protest.

“There wouldn’t have been a point. Your stubborn ass wouldn’t have picked up.” Billy smirks and you’re very much about to address that statement when arms wrap around your middle and pull you back snugly into a warm chest. 

You shut your eyes tight, feeling pained at the familiar embrace and stifle a wounded noise. Just barely. In the quiet of the room it’s still audible and it makes you feel pathetic. “Please let me go, Stu.” 

You want to sound firm but you just sound like you’re begging, seconds away from crying.  

“No,” He says simply although his voice is heavy with an emotion you can’t place, “You’d make a mad dash for the door and we’d actually like to manage to talk to you.” 

“Will you let me go if I promise not to run?” You bargain, wanting him to stop touching you so it will be easier to forget the feeling. 

You feel the sigh he lets out but he releases you begrudgingly and you step further away from him, not turning around to look at him. This puts you further into Billy’s space, who had apparently moved closer but you mind that proximity far less. 

“What would you like to talk about?” 

With a gentle but firm grip you’re turned around to face Stu and you feel breathless looking up at his face and seeing how softly he’s looking down at you. It’s an expression he’s made before but so much more intense it makes you freeze up. He let’s go of your waist to hold your face with both hands, making sure you can’t look away from him.

“I do love Billy,” you close your eyes, wondering why he’s telling you that when you know, god do you know but he shakes your head gently and chides you, “hey no -  don’t do that. Look at me and let me finish, babe. Okay?” 

He waits for you to nod before he keeps talking, “But I love you too - and I don’t love you less, either. I might love you different but not less, and I’m sorry that I ever let you think that. Sorry that I made you feel like... like you had to-” 

“I didn’t feel like I had to do anything. I wanted to leave. I want you two together. I want you happy.” You interrupt. 

Billy steps further into your space, and it feels like there’s a moment of hesitation, and then he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you backwards into his hold, “You’re not listening.”

“You make me happy. You make me so happy and I’m so in love with you it’s ridiculous. When you were avoiding me. When you stopped talking to me and started to shut me out I felt like I was going fucking crazy.” The way he looks at you makes you believe him and you feel guilty for the way you’d gone about things. You wish you’d ripped off the band-aid instead of peeling it off. 

“I don’t want you to step aside. I don’t want you playing the martyr and being alone.” Stu says firmly, more serious than you’ve ever seen him. There’s a set to his jaw that’s alien and an intensity behind his eyes you’ve only ever seen small glimpses of. You feel so seen by his gaze you start to squirm. 

“But you love each other. You deserve-” You argue.

“We love you, too.” Billy interrupts before his lips find the space behind your ear and kisses it gently, making your brain short circuit. 

“What?”

“You heard him - we love you too. As much as we love each other.” Stu says, voice for the first time sounding happy, normal, teasing. 

“But- “ You sound weaker now, you don’t want to argue this. There’s a hopeful thing rising up in your chest that you try to ruthlessly shove down. But Stu is looking at you like you hung the moon and Billy is wrapped around you like you might slip away any moment and he’s trying to convince you to stay just by holding you. 

And suddenly for the first time since that last movie night you’re thinking about what you want again and... and you want Stu so much it hurts; and you want Billy too, who, now that you’re thinking about it, you might also be in love with. Just a little.

(You would have fought anyone else for Stu, friendship status or knowing him longer be damned. Because you love him, you love Stu in a way you’d never thought you could love someone. But you love Billy too. Love Billy enough to step aside. Love them both enough to let them have each other. Love them both enough to be alone just so they can be together.)

“We want to be with you,” Billy says, “I want to be with you. I’ve never had... no one has ever done something for me like what you did. No one but Stu has ever given that much of a damn about whether or not I’m happy, and I love you. ” With that he grabs your hair and moves your face out of Stu’s grip, tilts your head back far enough until he can place his lips over yours. 

You melt into the kiss faster than you’d like. Even as you do that- enjoying the way Billy’s kiss doesn’t let you hesitate or give you a second to breathe-  you find yourself reaching forward blindly until you grip onto Stu and tug him closer to the both of you. When the front of his body is plastered to the front of your own, his hands moving to grip your hips tightly you moan into Billy’s mouth and Stu laughs and it sounds relieved and like he might cry. You reach down to cover one of his hands with your own and squeeze. He buries his face in the side of your neck and sighs happily. 

When Billy pulls away your lips are tingling and the kiss was so filled with a simmering heat you don’t even say something snarky enough to wipe the smirk off his face. It’s sweeter than his usual smirk anyway and you chase after his lips just to drag the bottom one with a playful bite. He takes a sharp breath and his hand tightens in your hair.

“Three musketeers, how about it Y/N?” Stu says from where he places open mouthed kisses in all the places he knows make you shiver.

“Yes.” You laugh and maybe start to cry but they’re both there to hold you and wipe away your tears. 

You’re not crying because you’re sad. You’re crying because you’re overwhelmed at the fact that you’re getting all you’ve ever wanted. 

[redlance]

I see the new Scream trailer dropped, thoughts?

Right, let me shove all this under a cut for those who don’t care/don’t want to know.

I was obviously fairly apprehensive going into it. The trailer for 4 scared the shit out of me because they very much made it seem like Gale was going to meet her end during the Stabathon in the barn. But we know how people like to edit things for trailers, so I'll take everything here with a pinch of salt.

Right off the bat, it looks like we’ve got a killer that maybe likes to play with his victims in more than just the usual ‘phone call’ way. That first stab Ghostface gets in isn’t an attempt to kill, they’re playing with this person. And Dewey tells Sidney that there have been three ‘attacks’ so far, not murders. So, that I find kinda interesting.

Also, can we talk about the hallelujah moment I had when Sidney turned around and said ‘hello?’ because it was basically a religious experience. DAMN. MY GIRL. LOOKS FINE.

The wife and I have been talking about theories for ages prior to the trailer dropping and I’d wondered if maybe they’d split up after the last film and Gale had moved away to work on her writing or get back to her roots or something. Looks as though that might be right since Dewey doesn’t look like he’s doing too hot, meanwhile Gale looks FAB.

As far as what's going on/going to happen.... I don't think Dewey is making it out of this one alive. I also think he might be the killer. Or one of the killers. If people are only getting attacked at first, that's weird. But it would make sense if it is Dewey, because dude isn't a born murderer, he's got to build to that, if he gets there at all. Which brings me to... Stu Macher. Matthew Lillard has been very vocal about wanting to reprise his role, pointing out that we never got on screen confirmation that Stu is actually dead. Billy, headshot. I'm sure you can survive having a TV dropped on your head, right? Anyway, what if Stu - recently released from the hospital where he was serving 25 to life but got out on good behaviour and an appeal to the parole board - tracks down Dewey and reminds him that HIS SISTER WAS MURDERED "that was all Billy, man. I didn't kill her. I loved her, man." And they join forces to teach the town a lesson. Or something.

It also doesn't look like Sidney is the main focus this time around - another point in the ghostface-Dewey corner. And this could be the breaking point for him and Stu. Stu wants to go after Sidney, finish the job Billy started, but Dewey won't let any harm come to Sid or Gale, that was part of the deal.

I'm interested in the fact that the victims are somehow related to the OG killers. How? Does that just mean Billy and Stu, or does that take Roman into account also since he claimed responsibility for Maureen?

SO MANY QUESTIONS.

Another reason I think Dewey is dying is that super short shot of Gale losing her mind in front of what looks like an ambulance. I feel like Dewey is the only one that would get that kind of reaction out of her. But maybe Sidney would too, so that worried me because I don't think that's Sid holding her back.... There's also a scene where it looks like one of the teens is going at Sidney with a knife. So there is concern.

Overall, I'm intrigued. I'm excited to see the gang back together like I was with 4. And if I hate it, if they kill Sidney... Well, it isn't one of Wes' so it doesn't count. 😂

And now I'll shut up.

[hamburgerhelpersotherhand]

Could you write an imagine were Yandere Randy Meeks being obsessed with an GN actor that stars in horror movies mostly?. He has posters , magazines of photoshoots that the reader has been in .Also he owns every movie that they've been in.

The reader goes to his school ,but since they're even more popular than Billy and Stu ,they never talk. One day the reader goes to one of Stu's parties , Randy finds the reader making out with Tatum (who is single)

I hope you accept my request!!!

Thank you for requesting! I’m really into Scream so, of course I’m jumping on any opportunity to write about it 😔💝

It’s cut pretty short but I hope it still meets your expectations 💕

Warnings: Stalking, mentioned non-con, and loose ending.

You weren’t a big name out there— in Hollywood- but you were the biggest name in Woodsboro.

You were this small town’s very own celebrity and you were one of the good ones, too. Not like those who move to big cities to follow even bigger dreams, no. You always came back for the new semester and you always stayed humble.

It’s admirable, really. And that’s just what Randy Meeks is doing... admiring. He’s a cinephile, after all. A movie buff. He’s gotta see every film at least once before he dies, so it’s a no brainer he’d see yours eventually.

You’re a horror actor. One the studio picked up to surprise audiences— nobody suspects the unknown actor to be the last one standing, after all. And holy shit do you look good covered in blood.

When your movies were turned into vhs tapes, Randy stocked them on the shelves of the local video store he somehow still worked at. He’d pocket a copy every time. You never stepped foot in there, to no surprise. During the fall season, your face was plastered on nearly every surface. It would creep him out too, if he was you.

Randy doesn’t read much, but he grew an unhealthy habit of buying any magazine that would simply mention your name. The teen issues always had posters. He liked those, but he enjoyed the exclusive photoshoots even more. They were mainly to promote the movies you starred in, but boy were they something else. You just can’t get away with the same stuff on a magazine poster. He kept those under his bed. To, you know... admire. But— you- you were never suggestive in any of them. The real teasing was from the movies themselves.

On a particularly cool night, Stu decided to host a party. Randy almost declined his invitation, ready to stay home and binge a series he’d seen more than once, until he heard you were making an appearance at the Macher residence. He doesn’t know how you had agreed to any of it— you always seemed like the type to avoid parties and you didn’t know a single person from his circle- but he was all for it. There was no other greater opportunity to approach you than that very night.

The party started off slow, not a lot of people were keen on arriving early (or while the sun was still up), but sure enough the number of guests soon snowballed. Randy had spotted you when you had arrived and kept his eyes glued to your head. You were greeted by so many people, it was almost impossible to miss.

Randy took a swig of his beer.

Tatum split from her friend Sidney quick and approached you quicker. Her hands were all over you in a second, dragging you around the house. It was supposedly to show you around, but Randy didn’t feel good about it.

He followed at a distance, pretending to converse with Stu’s other friends.

Tatum was basically glued to you the entire night, giving Randy no room to get you alone. It made him want to squeeze his glass bottle ‘til it popped.

Before he knows it, you’re drunk and she’s sitting you on the couch.

At this point, people had started to leave. Things were settling and Stu wanted to pop in a movie while everyone else finished up the snacks.

As Stu was fiddling with the VHS, Randy watched Tatum gradually get closer and closer. Way too close.

You both lean in... and there’s a peck.

Randy has a white knuckle grip on his drink as he watches with widened eyes. He’s mad.

Sidney grabs his arm, only partially taking his attention off of the events unfolding on the couch.

“Have you seen Tatum?” Sidney asks him.

Randy points with his drink and Sidney spots the two of you getting a little too comfortable out in the open.

She sighs and pulls on his arm again.

“Could you drive me home? Tatum was my ride.”

“I hitched a ride with Stu. Don’t have a car.” Randy replies in an almost whispery fashion. He wouldn’t want to drive Sidney home anyway, not when Tatum is taking advantage of you like that. It boils his blood to see it, but he hasn’t the courage to intervene.

Stu finally gets a movie playing and snatches the remote. He plops down on the sofa, right next to the couch where you and Tatum are having your disgusting little make-out session.

It’s not the beginning of the film, actually very close to the end. The scene... he’s watched your films so many times that he recognizes it almost immediately and it would seem you do too.

You pull away from Tatum, while she attacks your neck with love-bites, and watch the screen.

The scene before you is from a movie you’ve starred in. And it seems to be making you uncomfortable.

“Oh, that’s in poor taste.” Sidney says, watching the television.

The contents of the scene are very graphic, Randy would even go as far as to say the implications at the end are even worse. But... the sequel lets you make it out alive, give or take a couple sanity points.

Stu sees your discomfort and laughs.

“Look at the way the big bad groped you! Doesn’t feel like acting to me.”

“Stu, leave them alone. You’re making things weird.” Tatum speaks out, probably because Stu’s butting into her kissing session.

All the while Randy is watching your reaction to the screen. You genuinely look hurt as you watch the scene play, it makes him wonder what really happened on set.

“I’m going home.” You finally state and Randy’s heart starts beating again.

Tatum whines, tells you she’s sorry about Stu and Stu just gives you a haunting grin. Sidney doesn’t talk to you, just waves, and neither does Randy, though he doesn’t wave. They then watch you get up, grab your coat, and leave.

But, this is his chance. Randy could approach you right now and comfort you. Could he do that? Does he know how to comfort someone right now? He’s not sure but, a couple minutes after you leave, he tells everyone he’ll be right back.

On his way out the door, he wonders if he’s a bad liar.

[delicatelyherdreams]

Pragma(tic) 21: She Faces the End

Pairing: Persephone!Bucky Barnes x Hades!Reader

Summary: In a world where the old gods never truly died, you must learn to navigate your way through the ups and downs of immortality. And if living forever wasn’t hard enough, an ancient evil is now threatening to break free after centuries of silence. And as if that still wasn’t hard enough for you, now a pesky and infuriatingly handsome god is trying to wedge his way into your life. Gods, work, love, and conflict—what more could a goddess need? [Hades & Persephone AU]

Word Count: 5229

Warnings: Language, violence, blood, fighting, war

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Previous 20: She Begs for a Promise

The valley at the heart of Thessaly was just as you remembered it from all those centuries ago, but the grass was greener here. It’d been fertilized by the ichor spilled by gods and titans both during the Titanomachy. Craters still dotted the earth from where lightning or bodies had struck it. There was still a trench tearing it apart from where you’d dragged your bident through the dirt, attempting to cut one of your uncles in half. It was a battleground—populated with new plants and life, but a battleground nonetheless.

The scene was one of legends: titans and gods standing once again in two lines.

The brothers stood in an arch, Kronos at the point with his brothers flanking his sides evenly. A large golden scythe—his signature weapon—filled his hand, its shaft embedded into the dirt of the earth. His lips were curled up in a lazy smirk, his eyes half-lidded and content. He was amused as he looked across the valley at you, his red eyes never leaving yours.

He and his brothers were dressed in the very basics of armor; they didn’t think they needed it. They were titans—nearly invincible. They feared nothing, least of all bodily harm.

Funny, considering how many scars coated their arms from the last war.

The gods were prepared. With your sister as the figurehead, you and Natasha at her sides, and the gods flanking you three, you stood strong. 

You could feel Bucky at your side, his aura engulfing you. He was on the side of you, separated only by your weapon which was tightly grasped in your hand. Your knuckles were white as you gripped the shaft, the stress in your body apparent as you glared across the meadow at the man who haunted your nightmares.

You hadn’t visited this place since the war, and now history was repeating itself.

The air was thick with tension. It weighed down on your shoulders like a burden, trying to shove you down into the ground and break your resolve. Neither side budged; all stood still as statues. No one wanted to be the immortal to instigate the fight. Not even your father who lived for conflict. He only smirked at you, his eyes bypassing his youngest and finding you—his firstborn and first victim.

Oh, how you loathed him. Oh, how you wished you could just end this now, snap your fingers and be back in your living room safe and sound with Bucky by your side. What would you be doing right now if none of this had happened? You’d probably be at home, maybe having brunch with your mother and Bucky or hosting your sisters for the morning. Maybe you’d be spending it on Olympus for once, roaming the shops with Bucky before getting bored of all the stares and going down to the Mortal World. Or maybe you’d be stuck in the office tackling an enormous mountain of paperwork. Whatever you’d be doing, it would be a hell of a lot better than what you were doing now.

The silence refused to let its hold of the valley go, and you found yourself begging for someone—anyone—to just break it already. It was deafening.

Your father, ironically, was the only one who seemed to catch the silent plea.

His smirk only grew as he looked at you, and, finally, he greeted you saying, “My darling daughters, at last. Right where this all began. You might’ve had the upper hand last time, but I have spent centuries growing stronger, and—Finally!—I have the power to end the gods.”

Carol grit her teeth as she stared across the valley at your father, her eyes darkening. Her back straightened and you could see the queen in her emerging. She viewed your father not as family, but as an adversary. She was diplomatic and regal as she tightened her grip on her weapon: a six-foot staff of pure electricity. The concentrated bolt of lightning crackled in response to her annoyance and agitation. It glowed a bright white in her grasp, radiating pure power. “Turn back now, Father. Your threats will not be tolerated; your presence will not be allowed. Surrender and you might just survive this encounter unscathed.”

He roared with laughter, throwing his head back. “Oh, Carol, my youngest and most naive daughter. You think you have the authority to tell me what to do? You are not a titan, you are not even the first god. That honor would go to your beloved sister now, wouldn’t it?” His red eyes found your face off to her side and they crinkled around the edges in a grin. “I never did understand why you gave up the throne, my child. It was yours by birthright.”

He was provoking you; that much was clear to see. It was almost as if he was trying to turn you against your sisters by igniting a sense of entitlement in you.

It was pathetic.

You lifted your chin in annoyance. “I am not the queen here, Father. I was wise enough to know my place.” You picked your bident of the ground and lowered the tip in his direction. “Now you heard her: surrender now or suffer the consequences. We will not hold back. You will not be spared.”

“You don’t scare me. You are nothing but a god. I am a titan—the king of the titans. I have more power than you will ever know.”

“Then how did we defeat you?” You were growing agitated now, sick of his talk. “Make no mistake, Father, we were the victors of the war. We bested you, and the only reason you managed to free yourself was that you played dirty and corrupted one of our own.”

At the mention of his efforts to poison you, Bucky bristled at your side. You could feel anger rolling off him in waves.

Instantly your hand found his and you squeezed it as if to say, “Be still. Now is not the time.”

Thankfully he understood. It was an obvious effort for him, but he did retreat a step or so back.

For once he decided to listen to you and you were grateful for that. 

This little exchange did not go unnoticed. 

Kronos’ smirk only widened as his eyes switched between the two of you. “Oh, (y/n)... You got yourself a little pet. Are you supposed to be my son-in-law, boy? Is that what this is?”

“Leave him out of this, Father,” you hissed, your voice turning low and threatening. You were not in the mood for these antics.

“And what if I don’t? What if I decide that it’s fun?” His red eyes held your gaze before dipping to your lover. “What ever happened to that nymph? Last I heard she was making love to him every night. Did she get tired of him and come to you, boy? Did she decide that she needed a god to satisfy her instead?”

“Shut up,” Bucky growled, his possessiveness coming out. 

“Oh! I see. You want to defend her honor!” Kronos cackled. “My lovely daughter has found herself a lover then—a man to finally settle down with.” He crossed his arms and looked Bucky and up and down, scrutinizing every inch of him. “A god of spring. Minor. Young. Little to no experience with real life. (y/n), you really had to pick him? He can’t protect you from anything. Or maybe you were thinking you’d be the one to protect him! Fancy that! A queen putting her life on the line to save her lover.”

“Stop,” you growled. You could see where he was going with this and it made your blood sizzle beneath the surface. The temperature dropped around you in response to your annoyance.

“You thought you’d save your precious prince? Twist the fairy tale a bit? You think you’re strong enough for that? How could you—a goddess who can barely keep a titan contained and who can be incapacitated by a small bit of poison—protect or save anyone?”

“Father, enough!” 

“You think you can save your friends? You think you can save anyone? You think you can defeat me? I am a titan! I am the first! I created you and I can destroy you just as easily! You are an insect: insignificant and puny. A waste of space! Unfit for anything you have.”

The world was turning red. The hue started at the edges of your vision and only flooded in, coating the entirety of your sight. Your hands trembled with rage. Your grip grew impossibly tight on your bident. 

His words enraged you. You knew they shouldn’t, but the taunting affected you more than you’d care to admit. You prided yourself on your power, and here he was accusing you of having not even that. But it wasn’t that the accusations angered you—no—what angered you was the possibility that he might be right.

The smile splitting his lips only grew wider. His chest puffed out in preeminence as he spoke, bolstering himself. His voice seemed to grow louder with every syllable. “You are weak. You are useless. You are still that pathetic girl I ate all those centuries ago!”

You knew Bucky’s hand was on your back as he tried to calm you, but you didn’t register it at all. Instead, you simply trembled and pulled your bident off the ground.

Kronos locked eyes with you across the valley. You could see that the anger on his face matched your own. He was mad at you. He was venting, letting loose all the feelings he’d built up over the centuries of his imprisonment. And now he was letting it go; attacking you with a first wave. His voice filled with poison as he yelled, “You! Are! Nothing!”

The scream that tore through your throat was earsplitting and you jammed your bident into the dirt beneath you. The crack that followed cut through the air and the ground, tearing a chasm in the earth. It shot at him like a flood, only halting when he drove his own weapon into the ground in its path.

The silence that followed was heavy. The gods around you looked too afraid to even speak. The titans were too stunned to move.

Only your father reacted. “Ah hah! Now there’s that fire in you I know you got from me.” He twirled his scythe in the air, the sound of the blade cutting nothing echoing through the valley. “Now come and show me that you really are my daughter.” And with that, he began his descent, his brothers close behind.

And that was your cue to move.

The world passed in slow motion as the titans and the gods moved down their respective mountains into the valley. Weapons glittered in the sunlight and the air filled with battle cries. If it wasn’t real and your immediate situation, you would have laughed at how cliche the scene was. However, there was no laughing as you saw your father’s scythe coming down in a golden arc across the length of the valley. 

Time slowed. 

Literally.

It suddenly felt like you were running through a wall of molasses. Your legs were sluggish; your body heavy. Time had slowed to a crawl and you were trapped in it.

It wasn’t just you.

Looking around, you could see the other gods were just as bewildered as you were. Looks of panic covered their faces. They didn’t know what was going on.

But you knew. With a sickening drop of your stomach, you knew.

Kronos’ sneer gave it all away.

He was the titan of time. Of course, he could manipulate it. 

The titans moved in normal time while the gods were trapped in their sloth-like prison. The titans had slowed their pace to a lazy gait, conserving energy and taunting you with their sheer presence. 

You grit your teeth as you slowly pulled your energy back. Two could play at that game. If they wanted to slow you, then you were going to take advantage of the extra time. 

The fire was slow to catch in your stomach, but you could feel its warmth bubbling up, boiling just beneath the surface. His hold on you would break at some point, and when it did, you’d be ready.

Kronos waited until the titans were nearly on top of you to release his hold. 

And, when he did, you were ready.

With your newly regained strength, you stopped dead in your tracks and jammed your bident into the earth once more. But this time, you didn’t split it.

A wave of darkness rolled out from the point of impact, rushing the titans with pure force. The sky blackened and the titans were pushed back. 

And that was all the gods needed. What once was an advantage for the titans quickly did a one-eighty and turned in your favor. 

You could see the utter shock and annoyance reflect in Kronos’ eyes as he realized his plan backfired and watched his brothers fall into the gods’ onslaught.

Outnumbered five to fourteen, the battle should’ve been obvious; but the titans possessed a strength that the gods never would. 

Crius, Iapetus, Coeus, and Hyperion didn’t hesitate to engage the fight, but Kronos simply stood back and watched, his red eyes sweeping over the valley.

You chose to do the same, leaving your bident stuck in the ground. 

Four rings of battles formed, one for each titan.

Your sisters wove in and out of the clusters, migrating to wherever their aide was needed most. Hyperion was proving to be a formidable foe for Valkyrie, Thor, and Loki. With Natasha’s help, they managed to shove down the golden titan’s sword, holding him back with their strength alone.

Maria and Clint worked in tandem with Carol against Coeus. Carol never let your uncle near her wife, protecting Maria with a fierce fire in her eyes as she let lightning fall from the sky across his body. But Maria was not useless. Armed with an elegant spear, she landed blow after blow, dancing just out of the titan’s reach. Clint stood apart from them, using his marksman aim to make ranged attacks. Arrows would sprout from the titan’s back and body at random intervals, and you knew he was hard at work. You just hoped he’d brought more than eleven arrows.

Tony and Pepper held their own against Crius. The titan of heavenly constellations was just barely a match for the husband and wife duo. Tony had armed himself with an armor of his own creation (which he affectionately named Mark 85 because it was his eighty-fifth suit) and used the built-in projectile system to rain fire down on the titan. Pepper was also adorned in an armor of Tony’s creation. The blue of her suit complimented the red of his perfectly. She provided backup and additional fire against the titan. Together, they kept the titan pinned and flailing. They were an arc of destruction.

And that led your gaze to the last battle.

It was Bucky, his mother, and the twins against Iapetus. The four gods matched the titan perfectly as blades clashed. Winnifred had her long sword interlocked with Iapetus’ spear as Wanda attacked with her magic and Pietro zipped around the titan, jabbing his sword into any gap in the armor he could find.

Bucky did what he said he would: he brought the wrath of Spring.

It was beautiful chaos and Bucky stood at its center. A king commanding his forces, he guided vines and roses full of thorns around Iapetus’ legs, anchoring him to the ground and drawing golden ichor from his flesh. He directed the thorns to bite the titan with a flawless fluidity, hardly even breaking a sweat. He was powerful and—at that moment—you understood why people called it a “force of nature.”

They were winning their fight. Iapetus buckled under their pressure, his own resolve faltering as fear took over his pale face and ichor spilled from his wounds. It was so amazing that you could’ve just cried with joy.

But, as with all things, the joy came to an end as someone moving in the corner of your vision drew your attention.

In the midst of the chaos, Kronos sauntered between individual battles with his head held high. He barely spared glances to the gods around him as some of them turned away from their own battles to try and strike him. Any feeble attempt at an attack was simply batted to the side. He couldn’t be bothered; he’d set his sights on his target and his mouth split into a sadistic grin. His red eyes bore into your skull. He was coming straight towards you.

Bucky glanced up as he felt the evil presence approaching, turning his attention from your uncle to your father. At once, his eyes darkened and he turned his body towards Kronos. His grip on his sword tightened as he moved to step in his path and keep Kronos away from you. 

Kronos simply smirked as he stared at Bucky. “Move, or I will kill you, godling,” he said, his step unwavering. 

Bucky—stupid, stupid Bucky—held his ground. “I won’t let you hurt her.”

“You don’t have a choice.” Kronos twirled his scythe and lifted it up in an arc over his head, ready to swipe down at Bucky. 

“No!” You were in front of Bucky in an instant, lifting your bident up to stop the blade of the scythe. Vibranium clashed with gold and sparks flew. It was a merciless torrent raining down on a cloudless day. Your eyes burned red through your lashes. “Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare,” you hissed. The words were nothing but a harsh growl as they cut through the air, but you weren’t playing. 

Kronos’ lips twitched up. “My, my. Such vulgar language.”

You sneered at him and addressed Bucky without ever taking your eyes off the titan, “Deal with the others; I can handle him.” 

You could feel Bucky taking reluctant steps away from you as he rejoined his fight, but he wasn’t far away if you needed him.

Kronos grinned down at you, his scythe still interlocked with your bident. “Are you sure, daughter? Are you sure you’re strong enough?”

“I know I am.” Your eyes traced the arcs that made up his face. Looking in the mirror that was your father, you could feel your heart retreating back into your chest with dread; but you stood your ground as determination bubbled up, taking the place of fear and anxiety. Your lips split into a taunting grin. “After all, you couldn’t even hurt me yourself. You had to use extortion and trickery to weaken me.”

A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he added to the pressure pushing at your weapon. “We’ll see who will hurt the other.”

“I guess we will.” You shoved up, using an element of surprise to your advantage to push him away and swipe at his legs. 

It was a miracle he jumped backward. The tip of your bident soared dangerously close to his kneecaps.

You recovered from your miss fairly quickly, standing and twirling around to try and land a blow.

He was ready this time as he brought his scythe up to block you. He shoved you back and made an attack of his own.

But you blocked as well.

Back and forth you danced in an endless circle of attacking and blocking. It was growing tedious honestly. But it was necessary. You couldn’t allow your focus to drop for even a second otherwise he would hurt you.

But you knew he’d hurt you anyways.

So it was no surprise when you felt a searing pain across your calf as he swiped up with his scythe and dragged the blade against the surface of your skin. 

You screamed and leapt away from him, glancing down to assess the damage. It wasn’t bad, thank the gods, but it was enough that ichor began to pour from the wound.

Kronos’ smirk deepened as he stalked towards you. But he didn’t attack, instead he circled you as a predator does to prey. His laugh was cold and deep. “It’s you and me, daughter, as it always should have been.”

You grit your teeth as you pivoted, refusing to let your back be exposed to him. You felt like an injured animal being circled by a lion: trapped and desperate. But you refused to let him see that. “I hate you,” you hissed in a low voice.

“Oh, I know you do. The feeling is quite mutual.” He twirled his scythe, the blade audibly cutting the air. “I should’ve killed you when I had the chance, back when you were only but a child. Eating you was too generous.”

“Then why didn’t you? Why didn’t you just end it when you could?”

His steps slowed until he finally stopped, and when he looked at you, you saw, for perhaps the first and only time ever, his gaze softened to an almost affectionate glance. But as soon as it had appeared, it was gone and he was gritting his teeth once more. “Call it a father’s idiocy. Maybe I did have an ounce of love for you. But whatever it was has been dead for a long time.”

The words hit you like a slap to the face and any hope you’d ever even maybe had of having even a tolerable relationship with your father vanished. Instead, red-hot rage filled you and you shot towards him.

You were before him in an instant, raining down hatred with your weapon.

He took advantage of your eagerness to attack to make a swipe at you with his scythe, this time aiming for your head. You backed off just in time to save your neck, but not to save your cheek. Pain cut across your face, thin as a thread but intense enough to make tears prick at your eyes. Even without looking, you knew that that one was most likely going to leave a scar. 

Gritting your teeth, you cut an arc through the air and the prongs of your bident fell squarely on the blade of his scythe as he blocked. You pulled away briefly before swiping in again. Once more he blocked. This time he retracted his weapon before lunging.

But, in his desperate frenzy, he overshot himself.

For once, time seemed to slow in your favor. You saw where he would land, and you acted accordingly. Stepping to the side, you waited until he was right beside you before bringing your weapon down on his back.

Golden ichor poured from his newest wound and he faltered ever so slightly.

It was all you needed. 

The fires of Hades were on your side as you attacked, unrelenting and merciless. Never once did you ease the pressure. 

The effort paid off.

Cuts of all shapes and sizes began to appear over his body as your weapon found its mark. It was an extension of you and your anger towards him and you finally let all the pent up rage go.

He was kneeling now, and he finally found the chance to raise his scythe to block you. But even with it raised, you still attacked over and over again, striking one spot with growing intensity.

And, staring down at him, you realized something.

You were winning. 

You were actually winning and it was an amazing feeling. You were making him small—as small as he made you felt. You pushed him down, blow after blow. The gold of his scythe glowed hot from the hellfire that rained down on it and the shaft actually began to bend under pressure. 

The fear in Kronos’ eyes went unmasked. He didn’t even have the strength to fake composure.

You were glowing. Was anyone else seeing this? How were the others doing? You took your eyes off of your father and glanced around the battlefield to look for Bucky.

You wish you hadn’t.

You found Bucky. He was still fighting Iapetus. His mother and the twins had been swatted to the side and were regrouping. It was just Bucky against the titan. It was a fight you knew Bucky would lose. And you had turned just in time to see Iapetus bring his spear down on Bucky’s chest, drawing a thin line of golden ichor through the god’s skin. You saw Bucky’s face contort in anguish as he was cut.

His pain made you falter.

And that’s all Kronos needed.

Suddenly his weapon wasn’t beneath yours. It was cutting your legs, tearing at the muscles in your thighs.

Burning fire shot through your body and you went down at once. Already you could feel your immortality trying to heal you, knitting together the destroyed muscle and tissue, but it wouldn’t be quick enough. You fell down hard on your hands and knees and ichor poured from your wounds, flooding the ground beneath you.

You gripped your bident tighter as you screamed and tried to muster a sitting position, but you weren’t allowed to get that far.

The curved blade of the scythe plunged into your right shoulder and lifted you from the ground like a ragdoll. You couldn’t tell if the screaming came from your own mouth or from those around you as Kronos picked you up and flung you across the valley.

Your back hit the stone of a nearby boulder and you could feel the bones cracking under the pressure. The pain was excruciating, but you couldn’t even scream. Your voice was arrested by the agony you were in. The metallic taste of ichor filled your mouth. Your blood rushing in your ears was the only audible sound for about five seconds and the red faded from your gaze. 

Through the dim haze that lingered, you could see him—Kronos—coming for you. 

He twirled his scythe in the sunlight, the blade dancing dangerously through the air. He stopped just feet away from you and stared down at you, his face betraying nothing.

You tried to move, tried to speak, tried to do anything at all, but your body would not respond. It was too busy dealing with the pain from the gaping wound in your shoulder and desperately trying to mend it. You could feel the muscle painfully knitting itself together at an agonizingly slow pace. Every second was filled with knives digging into your flesh again and again. 

But despite the regeneration, you knew it wouldn’t be done fast enough to make a difference.

Kronos sucked in a breath as he dipped his scythe, letting the blade rest just below your chin and bring it up to face him. His red eyes glowed with venom and victory and he smirked. “For 2,825 years… I have dreamt of this moment… The moment when I, Kronos, titan of time and King of all… Finally… Put an end to the wretched gods I created… Reclaim the throne that was brutally stolen from me… And killed the one person I loathe the most in this world.”

You mustered up all your strength and, not moving your neck for fear of an early and accidental death, spat at him. The ichor that filled your mouth landed on his foot—not a great distance but enough to make your point. You sneered at him. “This isn’t over. Even if you kill me, there will be those that will take you down!” Gods… Even saying that hurt you. Your breathing was growing more labored and painful; every inhale sent fire to your lungs.

“Maybe… But regardless, I will finally be victorious after I have killed the one, consistent thorn in my side.” He chuckled darkly and raised his scythe. “I wish there was something waiting in death for you, my dear, but I know the god of it and—trust me—there is nothing but pain and suffering in store for you. I have waited for this moment for too long, and now…” 

The gold of his scythe blocked out the sunlight, the glow impossibly blinding. It was all you could look at. The gold and the red of your father’s eyes. How many times had you seen those eyes and wondered why he was your father? How many times had you looked in the mirror at your red and wondered why your father hated you? How many times had you wondered what you had done to have such a horrible father?

But none of it mattered now. Looking up, you didn’t see the man who helped create you; instead, you saw a monster. You saw the man who would bring your end. 

And you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. 

Because, suddenly, you were a seven-year-old kid again.

Staring up into the eyes of your father.

Wondering what you had done to deserve such a fate.

You could hear the faint sounds of battle around you growing fainter and fainter and you knew this was it. You knew that there was no coming back from this.

You were going to die and leave everything behind.

Would your sisters avenge you? Would they kill your father once and for all or would they join you in the grave? Would you get a proper funeral with an obol sealing your lips to pay your fare to the Underworld? Imagine that: the Queen of the Underworld paying a fee to enter her own kingdom. Or was your father right in saying that only pain awaited you after death?

Would your mother cry for days after your death, wishing she’d never brought you into the world at all so that you wouldn’t have to endure such pain?

Who would take care of Cerebus? Peggy maybe? Or would she be so weighed down with grief and new responsibilities as Queen of the Underworld to play with him properly?

And Bucky…

Oh gods… 

Bucky would probably take your death the hardest. He loved you after all.

Would he find love after you? Or would he be inconsolable? Would he learn to live in a world that you weren’t in? Or would he succumb to a depression that not even his friends could rouse him from? 

You prayed to anyone that would listen that he’d be alright without you because you knew you wouldn’t rest in peace if you were the one to destroy him.

But, despite these fears, you knew they’d all be okay after you went. They wouldn’t be alone. They’d have each other.

And that was a comforting thought.

Drawing in a shaky breath, you looked up at your father and set your stare in stone. You wouldn’t let him see your sadness or despair. Instead, you’d leave him with one last image of a brave face—one that wasn’t scared of him and embraced death like an old friend.

“...you die!” He swung down at you, the gold of his scythe slicing an arc in the air.

It was only then that you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for a pain that was indescribable.

For a pain that never came. 

It should’ve been over. Is this what death was? Painless? You expected death to be painful as he cut through you, but you felt nothing.

For a moment, there was absolutely nothing; just silence. 

And then you heard it: the cry of agony.

Next 22: She Unleashes Hell

[the-homicidediaries]

Chris Benoit

Guys.

I am so excited to talk about this.

Not because of the context, but because this is one of the reasons I love wrestling so much; there’s so much that goes on behind the scenes that people have NO CLUE about.

There have been several professional wrestlers who have killed people or been killed themselves and the rabbit hole goes deep.

(Rey Mysterio accidentally killed a man on live tv and they still have the video up on YouTube.)

(Jimmy ‘Superfly’ Snuka murdered his girlfriend in May of 1983. Who is Jimmy Snuka? Jimmy Snuka was related to The Rock, Rikishi, and The Uso’s.)

THERE ARE SO MANY MORE THO.

But today, I want to talk about the Daddy of them all, Chris Benoit.

Chris Benoit’s crimes are so heinous and unforgivable Vince McMahon has swept his name under the rug and removed him from The Hall of Fame.

Benoit’s crimes also changed the dynamic of professional wrestling forever.

Chris Benoit was born in Montreal, Quebec to Michael and Margaret Benoit on May 21, 1967. He and his family resided in Edmonton, Alberta, however.

During Benoit’s childhood, he idolized Tom “Dynamite Kid” Billington (a British wrestler who competed in the 1980’s and had ongoing feuds with Hart) and Bret “Hitman” Hart (a Canadian-American wrestler and a member of the notorious Hart Family. He is a personal fave of mine as well).

When Benoit was 12 years old, he attended a local wrestling event where both Dynamite Kid and Hart were competing and he knew right then and there that he was destined to become a wrestler.

He trained in The Hart Family “dungeon” and was coached by none other than Stu Hart (Bret and Owen Hart’s father. If you don’t know Owen Hart, you should google him as well because he died under bizarre circumstances on live tv as well.)

When Benoit fought in the ring, he channeled both Dynamite Kid and Hart, even adopting Hart’s signature move, “Sharpshooter” as his finishing move.

Chris began wrestling in 1985 in Stu Hart’s Stampede Wrestling promotion. He was quickly recognized as a force to be reckoned with and received his first title, the Stampede British Commonwealth Mid-Heavyweight Championship, on March 18, 1988.

(This dude has a very extensive history or wrestling in New Japan Pro-Wrestling, World Champion Wrestling, Extreme Champion Wrestling, and World Wrestling Federation/Entertainment, but I just.. I cain’t get into all that, please forgive me. Haha! We are talking 22 years here! So I am humbly skipping to his family life.)

-Okay, so. I would love for this to be a romantic love story for the ages and the deaths resulted in crimes of passion, but that didn’t happen. At. All. Not at all.

You’ll see soon why this was all brushed under the rug.-

Benoit was married twice.

His first wife, Martina, and he had two children David (who is a wrestler as well) and Megan. By 1997, their marriage had broken down and Benoit and Martina decided it was best to end it.

Benoit began living with his girlfriend, Nancy Sullivan, who was the girlfriend of Benoit’s frequent opponent, Kevin Sullivan.

(It started off as an on-screen relationship for views and it led to a real-life affair. Many people joke that Kevin Sullivan booked his own divorce.)

On February 25, 2000, Benoit and Nancy’s son, Daniel, was born.

On November 23, 2000, Benoit and Nancy were married.

This 👏🏼 was 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 a 👏🏼 good 👏🏼 marriage.

In 2003, Nancy filed for divorce from Benoit, saying he would break and throw furniture and was cruel to her. She later dropped the suit as well as the restraining order she had set against him.

Benoit became good friends with fellow wrestler Eddie Guerrero, (a beloved and incredible wrestler, one of my dad’s faves), following a match in Japan, when Benoit kicked Guerrero in the head and knocked him out cold. This started a friendship that lasted even after Guerrero's death in late 2005, in which Benoit had written diary entries to him just ten days after his passing.

(I’m only mentioning this because Guerrero’s death has been rumored to be one of the reasons Benoit did what he did.)

Here’s where it gets gory.

So we know Benoit and Nancy did not have a good marriage, but things seemed to be okay because she dropped all the charges against him.

Benoit and Nancy were living in Fayetteville, GA, with 7 year old Daniel.

On June 25, 2007, police entered the Benoit home after Benoit’s WWE employers requested a welfare check after Benoit missed weekend events without notice.

(Benoit was actually scheduled to win another title during these weekend events.)

Upon arriving at his Georgia home, authorities found Nancy wrapped in a towel. She had died from asphyxiation.

Their son was also found, also dead, apparently strangled. Benoit placed a Bible next to each of their bodies.

Benoit’s body was the most disturbing to be found. The wrestler was hanged on a lat pulldown machine, with a Bible lying on the weight machine beside him. There were also allegedly 10 empty beer cans and an empty bottle of wine.

Autopsies concluded the murders and suicide took place over the course of three days.

On Friday, June 22, Chris Benoit killed his wife Nancy in an upstairs bedroom. Her limbs were bound, and her body was wrapped in a towel. A copy of the bible was left by her body. Injuries indicated that Benoit had pressed a knee into her back while pulling on a cord around her neck, causing strangulation. Officials said that there were no signs of immediate struggle. Toxicologists did find alcohol in her system, but they were unable to determine if she had been drinking prior to her death or if it was a product of decomposition.

Daniel was suffocated and killed in his bedroom, and a copy of the bible was left by his body. Daniel had internal injuries to the throat area, showing no bruises. Daniel's exact time of death is unknown. The reports determined Daniel was sedated with Xanax and likely unconscious when he was killed. Daniel's body had also just started to show signs of decomposition but was not as far along as his mother's body, so they were able to determine he was murdered after his mother.

(It was later alleged that Daniel had Fragile X syndrome, a genetic disorder that is characterized by mild to moderate intellectual disability. Physical features may include a long and narrow face, large ears, flexible fingers, and large testicles. About a third of those affected have features of autism such as problems with social interactions and delayed speech. Males are affected more than females. Daniel also had needle marks in his arm and it’s alleged that these were the result of growth hormones given to him because Benoit and his family considered him to be undersized.)

Chris Benoit committed suicide by hanging. Benoit used a weight machine cord to hang himself by creating a noose from the end of the cord on a pull-down machine from which the bar had been removed. Benoit released the weights, causing his strangulation. Benoit was found hanging from the pulley cable.

(On a podcast called The Talk is Jericho in 2016, Nancy’s sister Sandra Toffoloni divulged some more information. She said Benoit’s internet search history showed he had searched “the quickest and easiest way to break a neck”. Benoit had a towel wrapped around his neck when he committed suicide and his neck was broken instantly.)

A suicide note was not discovered, but a note written in one of the bibles Benoit had said, “I’m preparing to leave this Earth.”

A few possible motives I’ve seen people mention have included:

•CTE - Chronic traumatic encephalopathy is a neurodegenerative disease caused by repeated head injuries. Symptoms do not typically begin until years after the injuries and can include behavioral problems, mood problems, and problems with thinking. During his autopsy, it was concluded that Benoit did suffer from CTE after wrestling for so many years. (Back when they threw people from tops of cages, hit each other over the head with chairs and ladders, etc.) Autopsy experts say Benoit’s brain was so severely damaged that it resembled a 85 year old Alzheimer’s patient.

•Nancy’s abuse and filing for divorce - In February 2008, The Atlanta Journal-Constitution reported that Benoit was having an affair with a female WWE wrestler and Nancy found out. It was also speculated they argued over life insurance policies.

•Benoit’s alcohol abuse - Benoit abused steroids, but many people believe it was his alcohol abuse that led to these horrific murders. Many of Benoit’s colleagues attested he would drink more when problems with Nancy occurred.

•Eddie Guerrero’s death - Benoit and Guerrero and Benoit were very close. When it came out that Guerrero has died in his hotel room in November of 2005, Benoit was devastated. WWE held a televised memorial for Guerrero and when Benoit was giving his testimony, he broke down in front of the camera. Some of Benoit’s colleagues say, “he was never the same” after Guerrero’s death.

But at the expense of sounding completely heartless, (mind you, I’ve been suicidal myself), why didn’t he just commit suicide?

Why did he have to murder his wife and seven year old son? If we go with the CTE theory, it makes sense because he was not thinking rationally.

I wish Nancy had had the strength to leave him when she tried.

The night after Benoit’s body was found, WWE Raw had a televised memorial for him and his family with Vince McMahon standing in the middle of the ring breaking the news and a video montage.

No one knew he was the one who had killed his family.

When it was later revealed that Benoit had committed these crimes the episode was removed and WWE made the decision to remove nearly all mention of Benoit from their website, future publications, video games, merchandise, DVD/Blu-Rays, and future events.

Like I said.. swept him under the rug.

Benoit is now the “He Who Shall Not Be Named” of professional wrestling.

In ending this, I’d like to quote Stone Cold Steve Austin now.

“Well first and foremost, what I think about Chris Benoit is that guy was one of the most nicest guys I ever met in my life. He’s one of the most talented, hard working cats I’d ever seen in the squared circle. Anybody who knew Chris would tell you those exact two things. That guy loved the damn wrestling business, he was born to be a wrestler and was absolutely phenomenal. Drawing a lot of his influence from The Dynamite Kid, he blazed a path as the Pegasus Kid and his legacy as The Crippler Chris Benoit was just one hellacious career.

“One night, Chris ended up killing his wife and his kid. That is an act so terrible and horrible I can’t even comprehend or guess as to what happened in that house. That will always overshadow any accomplishment Chris had in the ring. He’ll never be in the Hall of Fame, it will just never happen. His career will speak for itself but his record as a human being, his first and foremost, and those actions will never be forgotten. That’s my feelings on that, we don’t even need to talk about the Hall of Fame. Speaking for myself, Chris Benoit as the person I knew, loved him. Chris Benoit as a wrestler, loved him. Chris Benoit as the person who did what he did, unforgivable. Bottom line.” – via NoDQ.com.

Pictured below are Chris and Nancy Benoit, their son Daniel, and their home in Fayetteville, Georgia.

[msookyspooky]

Litterly haven't been on tumblr is a minute and the ending of sequels suck WAS INSANE. I WAS SCREAMING THE WHOLE WAY. I can't believe Dewey and Ray survived 😭 OUR BOYS. I was not expecting Billy to just turn on Stu like that either 😭 Ik he'd side with his mom, but DANG.

I'm surprised Mrs. Loomis STILL never brought up the kiss Ray tried to give us 👀 Stu and Billy still don't know, and Stu didn't even believe it was Ray who had been on the phone with us 🤡 I ABSOLUTELY LOVED RAY HAVING THE CONFIDENCE TO FLIRT WITH US IN CH1 OF THE TRILOGY. I couldn't believe how our nerd grew up 🥺👏 HE WAS OUT HERE MAKING MOVES LIKE A PRO 🥴😂😂

Ray - You know you're my main woman.

Me - BRO WHAT?! I meannn I don't disagree, but are WE DATING RAY?

LEGIT HAD ME THINKING WE MIGHT'VE BEEN DATING HIM UNTIL THE PART WHERE HE SAID HE LIKES SOMEONE 😫😭 I was laughing and squealing during that call. I also can't believe how we ALLOWED STU BACK IN OUR LIFE. Considering how high our morals are? I was shook we lied to the cops, and nobody knows it's Stu and Billy alive. Shocked that WE ARE LITTERLY LETTING STU COME OVER EVEN THO HE'S STILL KILLING 😭 We know it's wrong, but we care too much sooo we don't even want them in prison. We obviously made it clear we could never date someone who has no sympathy for most and who's just hurting people, but we are risking everything rn to protect him from the law 😬

I'm just shook that we found it in us to try to forgive him 👏 I thought the premise of the trilogy would be us living an isolated life, having no clue where Stu or Billy was. Also already feeling guilty we're lying to Ray and Dewey 🙃 they love us so much and yet we're protecting two sociopathic jerks 🤐🔫 I'm really curious to see Mark's role in this 🥵 since we technically are in an uneasy alliance with Stu.

AlSO PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTTHING MAKE A SCENE WHERE RAY FLIRTS WITH US IN PUBLIC AND STU AND BILLY ARE EAVESDROPPING 🥵🤣 THAT CALL MADE ME CRAVE MORE 😭 Will they ever find out about the kiss? 👀 *sips tea with Mark's detective shades on. *

OMG HI!

Yeah Billy's entire everything was his mom when you really think about it. So reuniting with a mom he thought he'd never see again vs a partner in crime that had betrayed him in the past (Billy is petty af if u screw him over once he'll remember that shit forever)...He's picking his mom. Even if he realized she might not be the mom he knew and loved anymore.

It was a scene that got deleted on my part where we were going to do Dewey and Gale's perception with the video tapes and Ray and us arguing over Billy and Stu after Ray tries to kiss us. Mickey was the one that saw it all and filmed it and heard it but he just thought we were seeing shit (none of them actually thought they were alive and there until they saw them with their own eyes)

We technically are living in an isolated life but somewhere along the lines Stu found us and started coming around once in a blue moon. We definitely haven't forgave him but considering Windsor and his help we feel like we should? It's definitely very mixed emotions with Stu and us. We care, we secretly are still attracted to him but we also have our wits about us and know he's fucked in the head and we don't want to be Hallie and Mickey.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror Villains: (Top) Most Delusional Yandere’s to Least (Bottom)

Note:

Delusional, meaning they think you’re in love with them too.

Most: They’re convinced you’re a happy couple

Least: They know that they’re keeping you captive and are not willing in this.

Warnings: OBVIOUSLY, this includes some bad stuff. Its yandere, and I’m not gonna hold back. Includes suggested/hinted/out right stated rape and kidnapping. 

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Jill Roberts: Oh god, if anyone on this list is delusional, for any reason, its Jill. She just plain thinks you two are in love, simple.

Chop Top: Chop honestly thinks you’re playing a game with him when you scream or try to run away or anything like that. And he l o v e s playing it with you.

Patrick Bateman: Okay, there’s a lot going on here in his head, but we’ll focus on the two main points. First of all, obviously he’s forceful and violent on a normal day. Even if he wasn’t yandere for you, so there’s that. Secondly, he is so shocked that he feels love and care for you, and that makes him so determined to have you, and he wants you utterly, and entirely- your affections included. // And he is in a confused overly emotive state! He’s never felt this much before! So that all contributes to him being convinced you love him back and you’re head over heels for each other.

Pamela Voorhees: You are the… well, I’m hesitant to say ‘Other mother’, because that makes you think of Coraline, but you are. To her, you are the other mother / father, to Jason. You are a happy family. She cannot let you go. Stop fighting it, you know you want to be apart of the family.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt: Okay, he is aware that you aren’t in this yet, but he’s sure, like Jed, that you care for him at some level (Because to him you fuck only when you’re in love and he’s fucked you. Don’t ask me how he thinks this even though he raped you, because I can’t explain it. He’d utterly delusional) and you will eventually fall in love with him. And he’s in it for the long game.

Jedidiah Sawyer: He doesn’t think you quite ‘love’ him, but he definitely thinks you have the capacity to, and that you care for him. I mean, for so long he thought he was going to be alone except for his grandmother. And then Heather came along, and she started to love him, shocking him. So why shouldn’t you?

Mayor Buckman: Very similar to Luda Mae, in that he does think you love him back but theirs this nagging thought in the back of his brain at all times saying ‘Maybe. Maybe, you really are terrified.’. But, generally he does think you love him. I think, in his little town, Buckman has always been like, you know the prime suitor amongst the ladies, okay? He’s got that old-fashioned charm to him (I mean, they voted him mayor for a reason, he’s cheerful and kind to them) and he’s handsome- so why wouldn’t you feel that way about him, too? This is getting long, but also the final important point: He’s from a time where ‘no’ from a lady really didn’t mean ‘no’. Men were very easily able to convince themselves that you were playing hard to get.

Luda Mae Hewitt: I mean, did you not see the scene where she was cleaning off Bailey and acting all sweet like ‘I never had me a little girl,’? She’s totally able to convince herself you love her back to some degree, on the inside. But there will always be a nagging, sane voice in the back of her head saying that this is a lie. Much like her son’s sanity and her family’s general stability.

Debbie Loomis: She’s aware at first that you don’t love her back (The same as her son), she just doesn’t care. But, as time goes on, she’s so desperate to be loved by you like her husband didn’t love her, that she convinces herself that at this point you and her have developed a connection.

Bubba Sawyer: His brothers tell him you’re perfect for him and he translates that as ‘You are a perfect couple’, which includes you being in love with him as well, not ‘You would be perfect for him if you liked him back,’. But he can see the way you jump back from him when he tries to touch you or really, do anything with you. Even smile. It hurts him in his heart and he knows you don’t feel the same for him. But, he’ll just have to keep trying. One day, you will. He’s desperate. Bubba thinks at some secret, tiny level you are falling for him. He can’t think any other way.

Jennifer Check: She is in the same boat as Inkubus. Except she is even more pissed, because a. She is used to people just loving her, or wanting her. For her beauty or because of her powers- whatever. They just do- why the fuck don’t you?! And 2. She’s unbelievably hormonal. // She takes to being sweet with you, and thinks you definitely like her now.

Inkubus: If it weren’t for his powers he would be at the bottom with Freddy. But, he is incubi, which means he has certain powers like Jennifer and he’s sure that you will fall for him- everyone else has. If you don’t, he will just be mystified and probably convince himself out of anger that you’re just playing hard to get or your dignity is keeping you from admitting to him your feelings.

Stu Macher: “You’ll fall for me baby, just you wait.” He also thinks this is ‘kinky’, not ‘illegal and disgusting’. I mean, he does think the second one. But as well as the first one.

Chucky / Charles Lee Ray: Similar to Bubba, he knows you don’t love him right now. But, he thinks you’ll grow to. There hasn’t been a girl he hasn’t managed to wear down (; (Wink is from Chucky, not me. So we’re clear) With lots of time together and bonding exercises, you’ll get there. But he isn’t deluded into thinking you’ve started yet, so his mind is clear as to where he stands.

Roman Bridger: He knows you don’t want him or love him back but that doesn’t really matter- he’s used to it. He’s also exhausted with you resisting him. Like, just, he’s gonna act like you’re such a strain on him even though he has kidnaped you and is keeping you in a basement.

Drayton Sawyer: He’s quite aware that you don’t love him back, and he apologises for being this way with you, but you’re his. Side note, Drayton’s a pretty polite yandere. He knows you won’t get away from them (Uh, that amusement park they lived in during the second movie was a fricken maze, and Bubba is terrifying. You aren’t escaping on your own.), so he sees no reason to be rough with you. And he also just likes to be nice to you.

Billy Loomis: Think about it like this, if it was Billy and Stu who were keeping you somewhere as a hostage, he would be the one convincing Stu that you actually want this. This is a game- you’re a bit kinky. Really, Billy is the kinky, obsessed one.

Mickey Altieri: He half loves that you don’t love him back, that this is such a captive situation. Its fun for him, and hot.

Thomas Hewitt: Isn’t absolutely bonkers like his mother and his brother. He just loves you, plain and simple. He does hold out on a tiny little, weeny baby hope that you will one day love him even a little bit back. But only quietly. Only secretly.

Jason Voorhees: Jason can see clearly how you shake when he gets near you or automatically jump away when he comes to touch you. He clearly hears the words you spit at him. He knows you aren’t in love with him back, because he would never do these things to you. But he’s lost too much that he loves in his life and he isn’t about to lose you.

Michael Myers: Like Jason he can see and hear and feel your rejection (Its more physically for him though, as you futilely kick him and punch him to get him away while Jason will mostly respect your boundaries.), he just doesn’t care. He picked you, you are his. Michael doesn’t do well with ‘no’, or ‘stop’.

The Man: On the exact same level as Michael, I just didn’t want to put him between Michael and Jason because he is nothing like Jason. He doesn’t think you love him, he just doesn’t care. Also, he’s a damn psychopath so he probably finds some enjoyment seeing your pain, fear, and suffering.

Freddy Krueger: Read this slowly. He, is, quite, aware that you are not in this with him. He’s only above Carrie (Among the mentally human horror villains) because she is in pain over it at least- he probably prefers it this way.

The Midnight Man: You’re a lowly human to him, you have no free will when he decides you don’t. He doesn’t get off on it like it’s a kink or anything like some of the others, its just a fact for him.

The Pennywise’: Just like Freddy is below Michael despite them both knowing exactly that you are not interested in this, that is the reason Penny is above the Midnight Man. They all three think of you as just a human and since, now he (They?) want you, you now live for him. Difference is though (Again, just like Freddy and Michael), the Pennywise’ enjoy the fact that you’re resisting.

Carrie White: She won’t think you love her back even if you actually do, and that will hurt her. She is hyperaware of it. But it’s not enough of a reason to let you go.

[alixh]

I’ve had a couple glasses of red wine since where I am is starting a snowstorm and this is how I chose to cope with being cooped up indoors with my roommates, so I’ll share a few unedited excerpts from the script for my eventual video essay on The Stand.  The book is done, the miniseries is not, but there’s a lot wrong with the miniseries.

I opted to read this book while unemployed and trying to publish my first novel, and during covid, which is still going on at time of writing.  While I’m aware of and acknowledge the criticism directed towards some of the social implications of The Stand, I became a little obsessed with the story and characters.  The Stand gave me, as the kids would say, “the feels.”  This was also around the time the CBS All Access miniseries aired, which gave me a different emotional reaction entirely.

Teague effectively portrays the combination of rejection and arrogance, the intellectual narcissism and pent-up rage, that make Harold Lauder perhaps not a likable or even necessarily sympathetic character, but still a deeply memorable one.  Indeed, I’d add that the writing for Harold was the strongest in the series. That, in itself, comes with its own set of problems—and don’t you worry, I’ll get to that, but I’ll stay with the positive feedback for now.  I don’t think that a character has to be sympathetic or likable to be a good character.  Harold is unlikable, from the beginning, and that’s kind of the point.  He’s creepy, entitled, and unsettling.  He’s also lonely, awkward, and resentful towards everyone who ever exacerbated his feelings of inadequacy.

Okay, full disclosure of bias: Nick Andros was my favorite character in the book, and that’s not exactly a controversial opinion. He is a fan favorite, and for good reason.  He’s tough and resilient, but kind and compassionate.  He’s clever without pretension.  He’s a character with a disability who isn’t framed as being “lesser” because of it.  

If you want to see Ezra Miller strutting around in a jockstrap, making Lemongrab screechy noises and weird facial expressions, and beating their meat to the sight of an open flame, then you’re in for a treat.  If that’s not what you wanted out of your Trashcan Man, your reaction, like mine, might be [insert meme of Krusty the Clown exclaiming ‘what the hell was that?’]  Seriously, all I could think was, this is a fourteen-year-old edgelord taking drama class for the first time and trying to play Jared Leto’s Joker playing Simple Jack from Tropic Thunder with just a hint of Jar Jar Binks thrown in.  Except with far less thought and care. 

I don’t like that the story only took the time to effectively adapt his [Harold’s] storyline, character, and motivation as well as what makes him memorable, and floundered on the rest of the characters.  I personally resent that we saw a lot less of Nick and the bonds he develops in Shoyo and that the show hardly mentions the difficult life he’s led.  I don’t like that a large part of Larry’s development, his found family dynamic with Lucy and Leo, is almost entirely cut with Leo, or Joe, being hardly in it and Lucy being cut entirely.  While I think some of the lovey-dovey pillow talk scenes between Fran and Stu in the book could be cut while losing nothing, it would’ve been nice to at least see them fall in love.  I know there are far more important things going on, but fiction is largely a source of escape for me, and when you fuck up my escapism that badly, I just can’t take that lying down.

[stuonsongs]

My Top 10 Favorite Songs of All Time - 2006 Edition

2021 Editor’s Note: I was looking through some old files and found this thing that I wrote sometime in the summer of 2006 at age 22. For all I know, it could’ve been 15 years to the day! Looking back, I’m not sure how many of these songs would still make my top 10. Don’t get me wrong, I still love all of these tunes, but I’m sure you know how it goes - You get older, you get exposed to more things, and your idea of good music expands. Anyway, I thought it might be nice to share with anyone who still uses this site. I present it in its original format without edits to my writing. I ended up writing full posts in this blog about some of these songs if you go through the archive. 

Stu’s Top 10 Favorite Songs…Ever

Let’s start with some honorable mentions. These were so close, and I thought about it for so long, but they had to be left off.

Honorable Mentions

All Summer Long – The Beach Boys

All Summer Long. 1964. Capitol

This song has been described so many times as being “the perfect summer song.” When you listen to it, you can’t help but smile from the opening marimba intro, all the way through. It just screams “summer” and it hurt me to leave The Beach Boys off my top 10.

Bleed American – Jimmy Eat World

Bleed American. 2001. Grand Royal

So full of energy, so rocking, and so what would’ve been the most recent song on my list. I wanted to keep it in the top 10 just so I could have a song from the ‘00s, but it wasn’t meant to be. When the chorus kicks in, I can’t help but headbang.

Marie – Randy Newman

Good Old Boys. 1974. Reprise

Randy has said that a lot of young composers pick “Marie” as their favorite Newman song, and I can see why. The idea of a guy having to be drunk to tell his wife that he loves her is pretty funny, and throughout the whole song it’s just the beautiful melody with tons of strings, all to a tune about a guy ripping on himself as he comes home drunk to his wife.

Does He Love You? – Rilo Kiley

More Adventurous. 2004. Brute/Beaute

I guess this is newer than Bleed American, so it would’ve worked too. This is another more recent song that it killed me to leave off the list. The outro is an arrangement of the main tune with a different chord progression performed by a string quartet. Very beautiful. Also when Jenny Lewis screams “Your husband will never leave you, he will never leave you for me,” I get chills every time.

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So here it is. After a long day’s work, I’m finally finished. It actually turned out much different than I was thinking when I first started. The number one wasn’t really even in my top five when I started, but I slowly realized I loved it so much. I also left Ben Folds (Five) off this list completely, and I don’t know, I just feel the whole catalogue of Ben is so solid, none of the songs stick out to me that much. But anyways, here it is! After the break of course…

Stu’s Top 10

10.

(Love Is Like A) Heat Wave – Martha and the Vandellas

Heat Wave. 1963. Motown.

This one beat out “Bleed American” just barely. The reason being that somehow, despite being nearly 40 years older than Bleed American, it still has so much energy that it kills. Dan Bukvich once told our Jazz Arranging class that you can boil all the oldies you hear on the radio down to three categories: 1) Great Song. 2) Great Performance. 3) Great Arrangement. This song is one of the great performances. The handclaps throughout, combined with the driving baritone sax behind everything and constant snare drum action will keep anybody with blood running through their veins dancing all night long.

9.

Bodhisattva – Steely Dan

Countdown to Ecstasy. 1973. MCA

This song is my Freebird. It’s just a basic blues progression song at its core with some minor changes at the end of the form. The real kicker that drives this song home is the three minute guitar solo in the middle that isn’t nearly as rocking as Freebird, but it is highly proficient and takes me to places that just make me want to play the song over and over again. I have no idea what this song is about, probably Buddhism, but hey, this once again proves that lyrics rarely matter and the music itself is the core.

8.

Zanzibar – Billy Joel

52nd Street. 1978. Columbia

This song reminds me of long car rides on vacations down the west coast with my parents growing up. They used to play a tape of 52nd Street, or at least their favorite selections, constantly on these trips. I didn’t hear this song again until early in my senior year in college and remembered why I loved it so much. The song has a heavy jazz influence, displayed in the breakdown where Jazz trumpeter Freddie Hubbard does a solo. The best part of this song though is at the end of the 4th line of each verse, Billy does this “Woah oh oh!” thing that just makes me want to sing every time. It was between this and “Miami 2017 (Lights Go Out On Broadway)” which is also a great song, but the “Woah oh oh!” is too much for ol’ Stu boy.

7.

Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) – Bruce Springsteen

The Wild, the Innocent, and the E Street Shuffle. 1973. Columbia

Early Bruce Springsteen records have something that very few other artists can ever pull off without sounding cheesy or forced. It has this undeniable sense of urgency, like the world will fall apart and life will crumble through your fingers if this one moment in time doesn’t work out the way Bruce describes it. There are so many early Springsteen songs that just set a scene of “We have to get out of this town right now girl before it kills us, no matter what any of our parents, friends, anybody has to say.” There’s a line that kinda sums it up: “Well hold on tight, stay up all night ‘cause Rosie I’m comin’ on strong. By the time we meet the morning light, I will hold you in my arms. I know a pretty little place in southern California down San Diego way. There’s a little café where they play guitars all night and all day. You can hear ‘em in the back room strummin’, so hold tight baby ‘cause don’t you know daddy’s comin’.”

6.

I’ve Got You Under My Skin – Frank Sinatra

Songs For Swingin’ Lovers! 1956. Capitol

This song falls into the category of great arrangement. This Cole Porter classic tune was arranged for Sinatra by Nelson Riddle. The story goes that he was still copying down parts for the players while riding in the cab to the recording studio on the day of recording. After the players ran through it once with Frank, they stood up and applauded. The Baritone sax takes control here, outlining a Db6/9 chord throughout the intro. Of course, Frank’s vocal delivery is spot on and goes up and down in all the right places for the biggest emotion impact. It’s amazing how a song with no real chorus can be so good.

5.

A Change Is Gonna Come – Sam Cooke

Ain’t That Good News. 1964. RCA Victor

This song was not even going to be on this list, but then I ran across it while scouring my collection of music and remembered how good it was. Then I listened to it and was blown away by the level of detail that went into this arrangement. Sam’s vocals soar above the mind blowingly beautiful arrangement. The lyrics to this one actually add to the tune itself, speaking of wrongdoings in the world around him, and how social change is on its way in the form of the civil rights movement. The song flows with such ease out of Cooke that one might forget the weightiness of the content, but the song’s content is just so heavy that it’s impossible to deny it.

4.

Whatever – Oasis

Whatever EP. 1994. Creation

This song was released as a Christmas present to the U.K. from the Gallagher brothers and company. It never appeared on any full album, only being released as a single, and amazingly, it blows away anything else they’ve ever done. Think “All You Need Is Love,” but with tons of rocking energy and a snide, nonchalant attitude. The chorus speaks, “I’m free to be whatever I, whatever I choose and I’ll sing the blues if I want. I’m free to be whatever I, whatever I like, if it’s wrong or right, it’s alright.” Not exactly poetry, and the song isn’t exactly breaking any new ground either, but the song is absolutely perfect in every way, and it was going to be my #1, but perhaps the only reason it’s not at number one is because I’ve played this song so many times that at the moment, these next three are beating it, but who knows how I’ll feel in a few months. This song also pulls the same “outro performed by a string quartet” thing as “Does He Love You?” but even better. It’s so simple, but I can’t get enough of it.

3.

Mr. Blue Sky – Electric Light Orchestra

Out of the Blue. 1977. Jet

This is obviously the best Beatles song that the Beatles never wrote. The staccato guitar during the verse combined with the strings present in just about every ELO song combine to make a force that is undeniably catchy and musically challenging at the same time. This is really what makes ELO so good. I didn’t discover this song till probably Nov. 2005, and it was one of the best days of my life. I didn’t want to include two songs by the same artist in my top 10, but if I did, I probably would’ve added “Turn To Stone” on this list too because it is almost as awesome as this one. It’s a shame that just like Billy Joel, most critics at the time hated ELO for being overly creative musically (they called it pretentiousness). These days we have acts that really are pretentious (see Radiohead), but everyone loves them, even critics. I’m not knocking all Radiohead, just most everything post OK Computer. Sorry, got a little sidetracked there.

2.

Only In Dreams – Weezer

Weezer. 1994. Geffen

This has been my favorite Weezer song since about a month into me picking up Weezer’s debut album back around early 2000. It has this ostinato (a repeated motif over and over again) in the bass throughout most of the whole song, never even really resolving to the Gb major chord (excluding chorus, which never really resolves) that it wants to until the end of a 3 minute contrapuntal guitar duet when everything dies out except the bass which just retards on its own until it finally plays the single Gb we’ve all been waiting for. The song on the whole up until the guitar duet is pretty tame, but once those contrapuntal guitar lines start intertwining, my ears perk up every time. I can sing both lines at separate times upon request and when the drums finally kick back in fully at the climax of the song, I let out a sigh of relief or bang on my car wheel in exultant joy, whichever is more of an option at the time.

1.

All Is Forgiven – Jellyfish

Spilt Milk. 1993. Charisma

I always loved this song from the first time I heard it, but I didn’t realize how much I loved it until maybe April 2006. I found out about Jellyfish first semester of college in the Fall of ’02 and heard this song, and knew it was great. The constant tom-tom driven drums, the fuzzy, almost white noise distorted guitar, and the half time bass throughout. It was great. Then in April I put it on my mp3 player for the walk to school, and then I listened to it for about two weeks straight. Seriously. It runs into the next song entitled “Russian Hill” which is almost as good, but because it’s a separate song, I couldn’t include it on the list, but in my mind, they always run together and are basically one long 9 minute song. The ending just gets more and more white noise filled until you can barely take it anymore and then it just cuts off completely into the slow acoustic intro for Russian Hill. It’s perfect in every way. I think this would fall into the category of great song. And the way the song builds up right to the middle of the song and then cuts out completely except for some very VERY faint xylophone noodling, and then busts back in with some feedback directly into guitar solo. Man I love this song.