#I might get arrested for what I said but if the cops come I'll just spook them so they shoot me

[sensitivegoblin]

The depression is really really really bad so I'm sorry if I super ghost y'all

I'm just having a hard time wanting to do anything but rot in bed

#all I wanna do is lay down n sleep :( #5 days until Christmas and my sister still hasn't talked to me :)🔫 #I fucking hate the holidays I'm such a fucking grinchy Scrooge now #Christmas used to be my favorite now it's just a reminder of the family I don't have #I wanna die so badly I keep crying out but nobody's listening #my dad is completely incapable of comforting me emotionally #when someone you depended on most of your life changes....it's the definition of shell shocked #now I'm alone with no one to take care of me I need someone to take care of me #I'm just a stupid lil kid stuck in a growing body and nobody cares about me anymore cus I'm a stupid adult #I wish I wasn't so afraid of death and hell so I could just kill myself #I am convinced that I was supposed to die in highschool cus that's when people would've cared #if I kill my self now it's just a mess and a burden to my family #...I just sent an email to my mother who I haven't talked to since I cut her off #I might get arrested for what I said but if the cops come I'll just spook them so they shoot me #dammit I guess she doesn't have that email anymore i really wanted to lay into her

[slayfics]

Explosive tendencies a slow burn fan fiction about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter fourteen: You visit Katsuki.

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You puttered around your room trying to keep yourself busy. It was taking everything in you not to text and bug Katsuki. It should have been enough for you to know he was safe at home, but you still worried about how he was doing. Surely everything that happened was pretty traumatic for him. Being kidnapped by the League of Villains, and being in the middle of that fight with All Might and One For All.

You mindlessly folded some laundry and put it away as you desperately fought the urge to check on him. You knew he had to be tired from all the questioning from the police and no doubt his parents, so you tried to give him space.

You finished putting away the last of your laundry and eyed your phone on your bed. Ugh- fuck it. He can ignore it if he doesn't want to talk to anyone.

You grabbed your phone and messaged Katsuki.

How are you doing? I'm fine. You don't need to check on me. I know, but it's hard not to worry with everything that happened. I said I'm fine. I'm fucking tired of talking about it. The cops were here for hours. I'm sorry that sounds shitty. Want to come over? I promise I won't ask about it. We can talk about other stuff and pretend it didn't happen for a while. Can't. I'm on some house arrest shit. They don't want me going anywhere. I'll come to you then.

You really want to see me that bad hu?

You blushed reading his last text and before you could think of what to say back Katsuki was calling you.

"Hey," You answered your phone.

"I'm going to give you directions on how to get to my place," he said

"You could just send me your address," you said as you snuck out your window.

"I want you to stay on the phone with me the whole time. In case something happens. I don't need you running into villains or anything on the way to my place. I'd never hear the end of it from the damn police," he grumbled.

You laughed at his remarks. While his words were harsh you knew by now it was just the way Katsuki was. It was actually sweet that he wanted to make sure you were safe the whole way to his house.

"Alright tell me what street you are on," he said.

You gave him the name of passing streets and he proceeded to give you what he decided to be the safest route even though it was a little longer.

"I don't want you walking down any alleyways or shit like that. And hurry up you're walking so damn slow," he said.

"I am not! It's not my fault I don't have a quirk that lets me explode through the sky," You teased him.

"Tch whatever- do you see the house with the brown wall yet?" he asked.

Your mouth hung slightly open as you realized the house Katsuki was talking about. It was a rather huge house, that you hadn't expected him to live at.

"Holy shit-" you said being unable to keep your thoughts to yourself.

"What?" He asked.

"This is a huge fucking house Bakugo, do you have a lot of siblings or something?"

"No. It's just me and my parents. Come to the balcony on the second floor," He demanded.

You looked up and noticed Katsuki coming out onto the balcony. He used his quirk to jump down next to you.

"Just grab on to me," he said holding his arm out.

"What?" You blushed taken back.

"Don't be so weird about it, I'm just going to get us back up," he said as he wrapped his arm around you and set his quirk off again landing you both on the balcony.

"Come on get inside," he said walking into his room and waving for you to follow him.

You looked around his room and noticed he was extremely organized. Probably the cleanest boy's room you had ever seen. It was huge too, double the size of your room, including its own restroom. A few posters decorated the walls and a drum set sat in the corner.

Katsuki sat at his chair by his desk, "Just sit wherever I don't care," He replied when you both heard yelling from downstairs.

"KATSUKI WAS THAT YOUR QUIRK I HEARD!? YOU BETTER NOT BE CAUSING MORE PROBLEMS! EVERYONE'S ALREADY DONE ENOUGH FOR YOU!" A female voice yelled from downstairs.

Katsuki quickly yelled back causing your eyes to widen, "SHUT THE HELL UP I WAS JUST KILLING A DAMN SPIDER HAG!"

"DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK TO ME THAT WAY I'LL COME UP THERE AND BEAT YOUR ASS!" She yelled back.

Katsuki grunted but didn't respond.

"Um- was that your mom?" You asked.

"Yeah, fucking bitch has been driving me crazy under this damn house arrest," he replied.

You stared at Katsuki dumbfounded. By no means did you have the best family relationships, but you'd never expected his home life to be this way. Suddenly, a lot of Katsuki's personality started to make sense to you and for the first time, you almost pitied him.

"Must be rough not being able to get some space," you said sympathetically.

"Hey, you said you weren't going to talk about it!" He barked angrily.

"Right," You looked around the room feeling unsure of where to sit, until you reluctantly decided to sit on the edge of the bed facing him sitting in his chair.

You let out a sigh, having no idea what to say to him now that you were here.

"She's um- not actually going to come up here, right? She sounds like she'd kick my ass if she found me in here," You joked trying to lighten the mood.

"Tch. Nah, she won't. She wants just as much space from me as I do from her," he grumbled, which only made you feel sadder for Katsuki. "How did you idiots find out where to go that night anyway?" He asked.

"I thought you said you didn't want to talk about it?" You teased him.

"This is different! I'm the one asking the questions now," he replied.

"Fair enough. Well, Yayarozu had put a tracker on one of the Nomu's back at the training camp. She gave one to the police and pros and then made another one for us to follow later. Once we got there Kirishima used some night vision goggles, he bought to look in the building. That's when we saw all the Nomu's and then pros started showing up. Shortly after it sounded like you just teleported there with the other villains," you explained.

"Yeah, it was some teleporting quirk that one villain had. Smelled like shit it was awful," he replied. "And then what?" he asked, encouraging you to keep going.

"We heard you and knew we had to do something. Midoriya came up with the plan for him, Iida, and Kirishima to rocket through the sky to give you an opening."

Katsuki grumbled, "Of course, it was that fucking nerd's idea."

You figured he wasn't going to be happy to hear it was Izuku who had come up with the plan, but you didn't intend to lie to him. "Then when they got you, me, Todoroki, and Yayarozu took off. After that, we met up with the rest of you and you know what happened from there," You finished.

"Yeah- you hugged the shit out of me like I was some weakling you expected to find dead or something," he spoke harshly.

You felt stunned by his words and snapped back, "Hey I was just worried about you! And it was nice to see you weren't hurt at all."

Katsuki rolled his eyes and you both sat in silence for a moment before he asked you another question.

"What kind of goggles did shitty hair have? Did he already have them or just bought them?" He asked.

"I'm not telling you," you said stubbornly still upset at his last comment.

"The fuck? Don't be a brat!" he barked.

"Then apologize! You know I don't think you're weak!" You yelled back.

"I'm not fucking apologizing," he said sternly.

"You're so irritating do you know that! You would think you'd have an ounce of gratefulness for your friends and me! We were risking a lot going to find you! You know that right!?"

"Of course, I know that dumb ass! I'm not a fucking idiot!" He yelled back.

"Then stop acting like one!"

Katsuki stared at you with a bewildered expression, he had no idea what to make of your sudden feistiness. "Ugh," he groaned running his hand over his face.

"Fine- look I don't give a crap about you hugging me or whatever. So, just fucking tell me if Kirishima bought those goggles specifically to come look for me," he pleaded.

You stared at him deciding if you wanted to answer. You figured that was the best type of apology you'd get out of him and gave in, "He said he bought them specially to look for you. Happy?"

"No, I'm not fucking happy, I don't want to owe anyone anything. I didn't ask you extras to come look for me," He grumbled.

"If it was any of us, what would you have done?" You asked angrily, fed up with his attitude.

Katsuki gave you an intimidating stare as he thought your question over. After some time passed, he answered honestly, "Depends who."

"Kirishima. If it was Kirishima that got taken, what would you have done?"

Katsuki sighed, "I'd go get the dumb ass, but I wouldn't have been as reckless about it as you idiots were!" He exclaimed and crossed his arms.

You rolled your eyes at him and stared at the floor as a long pause sat between you both and your next question, "What if it was me?" You asked gently.

Katsuki ignored your question and stared out the window for entirely too long before saying, "It's getting late you should head back. I don't want you walking back in the dark," he said.

You got up without saying anything and stomped over to the balcony, frustrated still by Katsuki's never-ending stubbornness and refusal to answer you.

"Come here, I'll help you down," he said, pulling you to him as he shot off his quirk again landing you both on the ground.

"Same fucking deal alright, call me while you walk back," he said letting you go.

"Fine," you said irritated, and pulled out your phone. "But I'm not some fucking weakling either you know," you snapped at him.

"Yeah, I know," he said, voice softer than before. "Look," he paused and seemed to gather his thoughts for a moment. "Don't think I don't understand what you all did. I get it, I just- I don't know." He grunted and you could see him becoming frustrated with himself.

You sighed feeling guilty for your attitude now. Obviously, Katsuki had been through a lot the past two days. It was asking a lot of him to be happy or grateful about anything right now.

"It's fine, Bakugo... I'm just glad you are ok." You spoke and made a quick decision to test your luck once more as you wrapped your arms around him and brought him into an embrace. To your surprise, he didn't push you off or make some snarky comment. Instead, he gingerly wrapped his arms around you returning the gesture.

You rested your head on his chest embracing the hug for as long as you could. You realized you'd never met anyone as hard to read as Katsuki. One moment she seemed irritated by your very presence and now you felt him giving in embracing you tighter. Your whole body froze as he moved to gently rest his head on top of yours.

You felt paralyzed as if any slight movement would have scared him away like a skittish cat. Although, a part of you wondered what would have happened if you were to have looked up at him. However, the moment passed, and Katsuki broke the peaceful silence.

"Told you, you don't need to worry about me dumb ass. Now get going it's getting dark. And don't forget to call me on your way back." He said, removing his arms from you and breaking the embrace.

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[aalyssah]

Lucky Burglar

Pairing: Officer!Natasha Romanoff x Burglar!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Choking, Cursing, Degradation, Face Fucking, Hair Pulling, Humiliation, Names, (Dumb Whore), Oral, (Natasha Receiving), Praise, Slapping, and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,764

Summary: You get caught robbing a bank and your friend leaves you with the police, so you beg to do anything to stay out of trouble.

A/N: Officer Nat AU. I kinda like this one, but at the same time don’t. Hope You Enjoy!

You looked over at your friend before pulling the black ski mask over your face. You and your friend were about to rob the most famous bank in all New York.

You took your gun out and busted through the door. "Get out of our way!" Your friend called out, pushing people aside. You went up to the front desk, pointing the gun at the banker lady. "Put the money in the bag right now, or I'll blow your brains out!"

The lady shook, tears dropping down her face as she stuffed money from the cash register in the bag. You cocked the gun at her as a warning. "Hurry up, we don't have all day!" She whimpered, picking up her pace.

Your friend already collected the money, before going to the hostage. "Give me all you got now!" Hostages handed over their wallets and everything they had, scared for their lives. You finally got all the money from them before going to your friend.

"You ready?" You nodded your head, making your way to the door, but before you opened it, you could hear the sound of the police sirens coming closer toward you. "Fuck, the cops!" You and your friend took off towards the back, opening a window. "Go first." You said, grabbing her bag.

Your friend hopped out the window, reaching her hand out. "Give me the bags!" You threw her both bags, getting ready to hop out. "Police freeze!" Your eyes grew wide as you heard yelling behind you.

You tried shimmying through the window, but the feeling of hands pulled you back into the bank. You were shocked to see cops staring at you. "Hands up!" Your hands shakily held up, as you were surrounded by multiple cops with their guns aimed at you.

"Handcuff her, I'll go get her partner." Another cop said, rushing out the bank. "You'll never get her!" You yelled out as an officer came behind you. "Don't touch me!" You yelled, flinching away from their hold.

You put up the best fight you could, not wanting them to touch you. You've never been caught before. "Steve, it's alright, I'll deal with her." Your attention snapped to another officer.

She was beautiful.

Her fiery red hair flowing with every movement, her green eyes watching you, and her soft hands that came to your wrist. Although she was pretty, you still fought her and eventually broke out her hold.

You jump out the window, running into the alleyway your friend escaped through. You didn't make it far when Natasha trampled you to the wall. "Stop!" You looked up at her with a pleading expression. "Please don't arrest me."

Natasha ignored your pleads, handcuffing your hands behind your back. "Shit, you sure know how to put up a fight." She said, catching her breath. "Please, I promise I'm a good girl, I can't go to jail!"

Natasha gave a sarcastic laugh, looking at you up and down. "Yeah? Well good girls don't go around robbing banks and fighting the cops." You rolled your eyes, staring at her.

Maybe if you offer something, she'll let you go or even give you less time. "Please, I'll do anything, just don't take me to jail!" Natasha looked at you, almost giving thought. "Anything?" You nodded your head, wondering what she had in mind.

A wicked smile formed on her face. "Let me fuck you." Your eyes grew wider than before, feeling your throat closing up. "Uh, I-" You couldn't find the words to answer her demand.

"It's simple. You let me fuck you, and I'll make you spend less days in jail, hell, might even let you go." You bit your lip, looking at her. She was a good looking lady, and she was offering you something no other officer would.

You took a deep breath, nodding your head. "Okay, I'll-" You couldn't even finish your sentence when Natasha kicked your legs out from under you, making you hit the floor. She began taking off her belt, throwing it to the side.

You watched as she pulled her pants down, the outline of a cock catching your eye. "You're wearing a strap on?" She began chuckling. "Oh no, Y/n, this is my cock." You don't remember telling her your name, but you brushed it off.

She revealed her cock, the color matching her skin, her pink tip leaking with pre cum. You looked at it scared. There's no way it was gonna fit inside you, let alone your mouth. "Natasha, I don't think that'll fit."

In a flash Natasha slapped you, your head turning to the side. "That's Officer Romanoff to you." You held back a moan at her cold voice. "You'll suck this cock and I don't care if you can take it or not." You gulped as she guided her cock to your mouth, tapping it over your closed lips.

"Open up." Slowly, you opened your mouth, Natasha quickly shoving her cock in. You closed your mouth around her, instantly being met with her salty pre cum. You hummed in delight at the taste, taking her farther in your mouth.

Natasha let out a sigh, relaxing against the wall as she watched you suck her off. "That's it, keeping sucking me like the whore you are." You whined at the name, feeling arousal forming in your panties. You would've never thought such degrading words would turn you on.

She pulled your hair back, surprisingly gently, into a makeshift ponytail to make it easier for you. You bobbed your head, desperately trying to get her to cum. Natasha smiled at your eagerness. "Eager aren't we? Trying to get me to cum so fast."

You looked up at her with innocent eyes, making her crumble. "Fuck, don't look at me like that.” She scolded you, eyes fluttering close for a second. You sat up as best as you could, taking her down your throat. You tried to impress her by deepthroating her, but it didn't go as planned when you began choking.

You were in a coughing fit, trying to catch your breath. "Awe, thought you were a big girl?" You gave her an angry look, feeling embarrassed. "I wish you could sit there, look pretty, and such my cock, but we gotta make this quick.

She picked you up with ease, turning you around against the wall. "Let's see what we have here." She pulled your pants down, with a smile. "Would you look at that, no panties? You really are a whore." She swiped a finger down your slit, finger coating with your juices. "Look at that. You're so wet, and it's for me.”

She popped her finger in her mouth, making sure that you watched. Then dramatically rolling her eyes to the back of her head. "Taste so good." She praised, taking hold of her cock. "Let's fuck that attitude you had in you earlier out." She rubbed her cock against your entrance, testing the waters.

When she pushed in she felt like she was in heaven. Your velvety walls squeezed around her perfectly as she thrusted in you. "God, you're too pretty to be so dumb." You looked back at her, with a questioning look.

“What, you really thought that you and your friend were gonna get away?" You opened your mouth to argue, but only moans came out. You closed your eyes and bit your lip, trying to quiet down.

"You're so-called 'friend' left you with your money. Such a dumb whore you are." You wanted to yell at her, but you couldn't with all the pleasure she was giving you. Her hand came wrapped around your throat, squeezing hard. "Such a dumb girl, thinking she can get past me."

She chuckled, still fucking you hard. You whined and groaned as she pushed you against the wall, pinning you down. "Y-you're wrong! My friend w-would never leave me. She'll come back for me!" Natasha cocked her eyebrow up. "Oh yeah?"

You didn't respond, too deep in the pleasure. You could hear the clapping noises in the alleyway as Natasha fucked you, hitting spots you didn't know existed. Her hand had a strong grip on your hair, holding it tightly.

"Let's make a deal. If I cum before you, I'll let you go, but if you cum I'm taking you in. Deal?" You nodded your head frantically. You were getting really close, but held off, not wanting to lose. Natasha grunted, feeling herself near edge as well.

She could tell you wanted to cum just as badly, but you weren't and that was pissing her off. If you weren’t gonna cum, she was gonna make you. Your legs almost gave out when her finger came before your connected bodies, fondling with your sensitive clit.

A scream threatened to erupt from your mouth as she rubbed and pinched at it, smiling at your reaction. You came in an instant, clenching down like never before. Natasha paused, letting out a moan herself before cumming.

The way you squeezed around her was too overwhelming. "Holy fuck!" She whisper yelled under her breath, leaning her head down on your shoulder to catch her breath. You both stood there, taking in the feeling of each other's cum dripping out you.

Your legs felt weak as she pulled out, making sure to wrap an arm around your waist to hold you up. She tucked herself back in her pants before helping you. "Y-you cheated!" Natasha smirked at your accusation. "What do you mean? I won fair and square."

She fixed her belt, putting her stuff back in place. You couldn’t even find words to prove her wrong. You did cum first. “Well, I made you cum, so?” She shrugged her shoulders, smirking at you. You couldn't help, but feel tears come to your eyes.

You didn't want to go to jail. Natasha started feeling a little sympathy. "Fine, how about we go down to the jailhouse and check in to make it seem more realistic and I'll let you go?" You gave it a thought for a moment.

This was probably the only way you'll get less time. "O-okay." Your wobbly legs followed Natasha to her car and drove to the police station only to find your friend already in a jail cell.

This was definitely not the last time you’ll be seeing Natasha. You might even do some crimes on ‘accident’ just to see her and be taught a lesson.

Nobody questioned how you got off the watch so fast, but I guess you could say you're a lucky burglar.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #marvel smut

[iovesia]

LOVE ME DEAD.

❥⠀masterlist. ⠀:⠀ ( scream masterlist. )

synopsis: what it would be like to date stu macher.

warnings: angst. slight toxic relationship dynamics. gaslighting. sexual innuendos. mentioned murder. mentioned blood. soft yandere tendencies. slight fluff.

pairings: stu macher  𝒙  gn!reader.

josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ this is a repost from my old account, but this time i actually fixed my grammar mistakes. your media consumption is your own responsibility, read the warnings and enjoy!— reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated !! ♡

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This man is grade-A level clingy, his love language is 100% physical touch or quality time. he’d try and spend as much time with you as possible (when he’s not planning murders with Billy).

At first he’s chill, but as he increasingly gets comfortable in the relationship: He’s. All. Over. You.

He’d have his arm wrapped around you when walking down the hallway, his hand on your thigh in the middle of class (he has to always be touching you in some way.)

Very golden retriever / slight himbo energy.

He’s got some rich parents, so he’d definitely get you anything you asked for, or just whatever reminded him of you. he’d buy you clothes, record players, some horror movie memorabilia, or whatever else.

He loves when you wear his clothes, he constantly tells you that it looks 10 times better on you.

He smells either like vanilla, or really shitty axe-body spray. There’s no in-between.

You guys jam out to pop-music together. he’s a loud and proud mariah carey, and britney spears enthusiast!

He’s a horny little shit, so prepare for him to constantly make everything sexual.

"My face is so dry, I need to get a facial," you sigh, looking into the mirror.

"That's what she said."

"Stu! Gross!"

Speaking of making jokes, this man cannot read the room for the life of him. If it’s an inappropriate time, he’s probably gonna make even more jokes. (i.e. the “liver-alone” jokes).

When the news breaks out about Casey Becker, and her boyfriends’ murder, Stu insists on walking you everywhere.

"C'mon babe, I'll be, like, your knight in shining armour. Y'know, keeping you safe from G-G-Ghostface," he says teasingly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"You're so dumb," you playfully roll your eyes, but can't seem to stop the childish grin growing on your lips.

He’s never planning on telling you about his (or Billy’s) involvement in the Woodsboro murders. One: out of fear that you’ll go to the cops, and it’s going to get him and Billy arrested. Two: if he’s developed genuine feelings for you, he’d be scared that you’d break up with him or react... badly (understandably).

Not to be a buzzkill, but he killed Casey because she broke up with him, so breaking up with him might not end too good … but you don’t know that (ignorance is bliss, I guess).

Speaking of Billy, he’s gonna be hanging around you guys frequently. You’d get pretty annoyed at the lack of alone time with Stu, but you’d never bring it up because you wouldn’t want to come between their friendship. (Billy’s a bit of a loner, so he doesn’t really have anyone else to hang with besides Stu and Sidney.)

Stu’s a class clown, so every lesson with him is just a game of ‘try not to laugh’. He loves the sound of your laugh, and seeing your smile, it’s contagious.

He’s not the best at comforting you when you’re down, but he’ll crack a million jokes, even if only one of them made you feel better.

He’s fine with being either the big spoon, or little spoon. Stu loves the feeling of your arms wrapped around him. He would lay down his head on your chest, and sound of your heartbeat would calm him down.

He’s not a very jealous person, but he is a little possessive. Growing up as a spoiled, only child, he’s very accustomed to getting what he wants all the time. Whenever he sees you talking to another person, he’s immediately standing behind you, staring down at the person. (He's not the most intimidating looking guy, let’s be real, but it’s the thought that counts <3)

Since he’s a pretty extroverted guy, he throws a lot of parties, and is a major people person. So.. sorry to any introverts, but this man loves being center of attention. He craves being in the "spotlight", and having everyone laugh at his jokes.

He’d be bummed out if you wouldn’t want to come to parties he’s hosting or going to, and he’d be a little bitchy about it.

"Oh c'mon, Y/N, you never want to do anything fun with me."

He does not think before he speaks. So prepared to have your feelings hurt ─ accidentally, of course.

He would apologize in a very cheesy way. Stu would probably get you some flowers, or recite some cheesy apology from one of your favorite rom-com movies. You should be angry at him, but he’s just so charismatic, and funny, you end up forgiving him a lot.

Contrary to popular belief, Stu is somewhat smart, in a sense that he’s good at manipulating people (probably better than Billy, due to his friendlier persona). So when you’d get suspicious of him, he’s gonna get a little gas-lighty.

"Jesus, Y/N you're crazy if you think I could've done that! I mean, do you really think I'm psychotic?"

But, surprise, surprise, you do eventually find out about the whole Ghostface thing.

Randy's body collapsed to the floor, with a loud thud. You watched from the kitchen, a half-wall safely covering you from Billy's line of sight. The sound of Sidney's scream echoes through the house as you slowly retreat from the disaster in front of you.

Suddenly, you felt your back hit something, as an arm was now wrapped around your neck, crushing your airways. A familiar voice whispered in your ear that made your heart stop: "Surprise, Y/N."

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

[theflyindutchwoman]

I know it’s disappointing that Lucy ranked so low in the detective’s exam, but let’s not forget that hardship when it comes to promotions it’s nothing new in the show. Both Angela and Nolan had their problems before getting to their current positions. One of the first things we learned about Angela is that she wanted to make detective and she didn’t make it until season 3 and Nolan was sent away so he couldn’t take the TO exam (in hindsight they just handed him the promotion later on in season 5 but I hope it kinda shows my point?)

Don’t get me wrong, I would have love for our girl to get the score she actually deserves, but I also wanna see where we go from here.

Oh, as disappointed and enraged as I am for Lucy, I also want to see how this is all going to play out. And in light of her upcoming storyline, let's just say that I'm even more intrigued. But what makes this so heartbreaking is the unfairness of the situation and the optics. It was never about Lucy's competence, even though that's the only thing that should matter. It was never about the sprinklers. That was just a convenient excuse. She got penalised for something that might be questionable (the five-player trade and getting her man a promotion) but she didn't break any rule. Worse : her promotion was blocked by someone who directly reaped the rewards of what she did. Let's take the time to acknowledge that Primm is now a lieutenant while he was still referred as a detective in s5.

And yet, this is nothing new. When Lucy found out about her score, all I could think about was what she said back in s1 : "Look, this kind of obstacle is new to you, but it's status quo for me. You're a novelty item right now, but in 13 months, you'll be a P2, and the cops will treat you like one of the guys, but I'll- I'll have to prove myself to every cop I work with." (1.01) "You'll never be in my shoes. And you'll never know how unfair that is." (1.04) And I hope that this is acknowledged. I hope this is part of her arc. Because this is all too real for women. And even more so for women of color.

Because yes, you're right, Angela and Nolan faced some hardships before being promoted… In Angela's case, it was due to a terrible mistake that she did. One that had devastating consequences (don't get me wrong, it was heartbreaking to see Angela in that position and she more than earned her promotion). Now, Nolan's situation was far more similar to the one Lucy's in : he pissed off a higher-up who decided to block him. Only since it lasted one episode, I can barely consider this as a hardship. Especially since he actually got the Golden Ticket for his trouble. You know, the thing that Nyla got after years of intense undercover work… (again with the optics here). So unless Lucy gets back on track in an episode or two, that would be a major double standard. One that circles back to what Lucy said in s1. And one that isn't new. Nolan broke the rules several times along the years and while he got punished, it never really stuck for long. Whereas Lucy hasn't broken anything and still got penalised.

All of this to say that I don't mind this storyline as long as it is treated properly. Besides, it's not like we didn't know it was coming… We were warned since the moment we found out about the detective exam. So I am looking forward to seeing what Lucy will do next. One thing I know is that every time she has been underestimated, she has prevailed and proved herself. But that's part of the issue, isn't it? She still has to prove herself. Despite getting a medal, despite being handpicked for the UC Academy while still being on patrol, despite being chosen to act as Watch Commander for a day, despite being listed as the arresting officers while she was an aide… All of these things that were supposed to help her advance her career weren't enough in the end. Scratch that : it didn't even matter. And that's why it hurts so much. So I really hope that she gets everything she deserves at the end of her arc. That this is going to be her season :)

#I guess I have a lot of feelings #I'm sorry Anon for unloading on your ask 🫣 #ask & ye shall receive #the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #6.03

[msookyspooky]

Fours a Franchise

Part 5

Wordcount: 9,662

You and Randy sat at the police station at a table. You just sat there playing on your phone to distract yourself while Randy leaned back in his chair staring at the ceiling. All of you barely slept at all last night for obvious reasons and this was just the cherry on top at this point.

Dewey finally came in; just him as he ushered Deputy Hicks to sit this one out and keep watch of the door.

He inhaled deeply with a disgruntled look your way then towards Randy as Randy returned it with an annoyed look of his own.

"...Okay. For starters, Mindy and Chad never arrived at school today and Karla is not at her job even though it's past 9 o'clock...So, Randy. Is she missing? Are they the latest victims? Or did you do what I specifically told you not to and lied to me?"

Randy shrugged. "Well...I forgot to mention Karla might have had a very intimate party to go to for one of her family members in North Carolina. Sister Veronica's birthday, really kind of a bitch, but hey she's family-"

"Are you pulling my leg right now?" Dewey half sighed and half groaned in agitation and interrupted him. "Randy...Do you realize how serious of a crime this is? I'll have to issue a warrant for her arrest now, do you realize that?"

"WHAT?!" Randy snapped, smacking the table as you jumped from the sound. All before you put your phone down and gave an shocked look Dewey's way.

"Dewey! Why would you even think of doing that?!" You exclaimed.

"BECAUSE YN, it's the law!" He argued. He jerked at his shirt and pointed at his Sheriff Badge, voice cracking as he tried to yell. "Is this thing just a DEcOration to you people?!" He frowned deeply and continued. "She could be the killer OR she could be an accomplice."

Randy scoffed loudly. "God, Dewey, she's got our kids with her just going to get out of town while this is all happening!"

"So, you did lie!"

"Yes, I figured me and YN fleeing town without my kids and wife in the car was pretty obvious they were not at school." He gave with a sarcastic tone while slowly blinking at Dewey.

Dewey rolled his teeth over his bottom lip, anxiously looking between you both before just saying it. "Randy, you've got to tell me where she's at."

"Over my dead body."

Dewey tilted his head with an urgent look. "If you don't tell me, it might be...Because if she's the killer working with someone other than you; we all could be in trouble and YOU helped her get away!"

Randy had an annoyed look towards Dewey. "My wife is on the bottom of the barrel as a suspect."

"The rules, Randy!"

"I'm very aware of the fucking rules, Dewey! I'm the biggest advocate of the rules! Everyone is a suspect but there's a formula to it; you always have people at the top of the list and people at the bottom you can deduct from it..." He sighed, slapped his hand on his thigh and leaned back in his chair with a bitter tone. "Okay, what's the motive? Unhappy housewife with a loser husband is fed up and wants more. She hates this town that her man dragged her to. She regrets the domestic life instead of a life of luxury she always wanted but can't have because the dead weight is dragging her down...Maybe she had an affair with a psycho and now she's changing her life altogether? " You frowned at him as he said it and so did Dewey. He raised his brows and continued. "Is that it? Because if that was her motive then why would she go after teenagers instead of her husband? Hm?" Dewey almost said something but Randy interrupted him yet again. "I already know what's going to come out of your mouth. Okay, maybe you could use cop logic to reason about Jenny's murder because IF Karla was the killer; maybe she thought I was like Jerry Seinfeld or some shit having an affair with a 17 year old? Okay, that's the creepiest shit ever but let's just go with it to get this outta your system. But tell me this; what about Marnie? What about Olivia? What about Rebecca?"

Dewey cringed and softly replied. "Well, I know it's a stretch but...All the victims are women...It's just odd..."

Randy rolled his eyes. "Okay, let's just say the motive is a jealous possessive wife that's had enough and gone a little coo coo. When? Rebecca was killed when Karla was with us the entire time. Olivia was killed when Karla was sleeping in bed with me and our kids. Jenny and Marnie were killed when...Let's just say she was with me the entire night."

Dewey raised a brow at that and you stretched your stiff neck to the side from sleeping on the couch. Falling down stairs couldn't have helped. Releasing a huff as it cracked before addressing Dewey. "Okay, there. If you don't believe Randy, believe me Dewey. Karla was with me or Randy all night last night. She could not have snuck out and killed Rebecca or Olivia! Besides, I'm the one that fought this killer, alright?...This was not Karla that wore that costume."

"Karla works out regularly, YN. She takes kickboxing classes in town and she's 5'7. So, maybe it could have been?" Dewey gave.

You sighed and ran a hand over your tired face as you drew out. "...Dewey, I see where you're going so let's just say Karla could hurl me...How could she get there undetected?"

Randy added. "Exactly. She still couldn't have been in the house so quickly, sound asleep, no costume, no blood, no sweat. Nothing by time I got back!"

"Partners, Randy!"

He let out a tiny infuriated growl and pretended to claw at his face before yelling at Dewey. "OH MY FUCKING GOD- Even if that's true then you would have to lock down the entire town, Dew!" He sat his chair back down and gave you both a serious look. "Listen, we are dealing with a fran-"

He was interrupted by Gale coming through the door with Judy trying to get her by the shoulders. "Stop fighting me, Gale! I'm an officer of the law!" Both women yelled as Gale shoved her away and retorted. "Yeah, well I'm the Sheriff's wife. That overrules you." Judy tried grabbing her again and Gale readied a hand as Judy exclaimed. "It. Does. Not!"

Dewey stood up and broke it up. "Ladies, stop!...Gale."

She threw a finger up with a thin frown. "You lecture me one more time, Dewey Riley."

He shook his head and mumbled to Judy. "...Please, Officer Hicks. Let me speak to my wife in private."

Judy gave a nasty look her way as Gale shut the door on her.

"I've told you how many times you can't do this, Gale!"

"Dewey, we need to talk about Rebecca."

"NO. You are a citizen. I am the Sheriff. What part of this do you not understand?"

Randy side eyed you and muttered. "He says that one more time, I swear to God." As you nodded in agreement.

Gale huffed with anger on her face. "FINE! But I have proof Randy, YN and Karla are not involved." She said it right when Dewey put a hand on her back to usher her out.

You and Randy instantly perked up, yelling at Dewey in unison. "No, no, no! Let her talk!" Randy added. "Godsakes; let the woman speak, Dewey!"

Gale jerked herself away from Dewey with a haughty look and looked between all of you. "Okay, Rebecca was found on top of a news van when Sheriff Dewey here was taking questions at the Hospital."

You faltered. "Excuse me, did you say...On top?"

"On top of it. Just like I found my cameraman Kenny before I wrecked the van. Her throat slit and...Thrown from the hospital building's parking garage...Knowing the little money hungry harpy she was probably looking at Jill to be her next big project."

Dewey shook his head. "But how does that disprove YN and Randy?"

"Because Dewey, if your officers are doing their jobs, they couldn't have left the house in time to kill her undetected. Besides that...Rebecca lost a lot of blood. Her corpse had been dead for at least 30 minutes before she was thrown off the fucking building."

Dewey looked confused and Gale snapped her fingers. "Keep up, sweetheart. Don't you get it? Rebecca was at the hospital while we were just leaving Randy's house...How the hell could any of them get there on time to kill her and then wait till you started your press conference to throw the body onto the van?!"

Randy smiled with wide eyes and you looked optimistic as well.

Gale continued. "Dewey, you keep hounding people that aren't involved here! We need to figure out who doesn't have solid alibi from last night at about 1 in the morning when Rebecca was killed. Randy, YN, Karla, You and Me all have alibis."

He thought for a moment with a disgruntled look.

"THE HOUSE, Dewey. We all were at the house talking at the time Rebecca was supposedly arriving at the hospital. When me and you left and got probably a few blocks up the road is when she was most likely killed. It's impossible for it to be any of us!"

"Yeah, that's true...Good thinking." Dewey told her with a slight smile.

Gale sighed but gave a slight tight smile his way. "Hey, it's what I do."

"But partners!" Dewey exclaimed.

You finally spoke up. "Listen, Dewey. Neil and Roman had NOTHING to do with each other and they were still the killers...And Angelina was partners with Roman but that's besides the point. And we could see Stu and Billy being friends but who would have ever thought of Nancy Loomis recruiting Mickey and Hallie together?"

Dewey pointed while forcing it out like he was leery of even bringing it up. "A-And those two guys we never caught but you and Detective Andrews and Detective Richards reported...Right?"

You blinked but nodded. "Right..."

Randy shrugged and chimed in. "So we can do the partners thing all day, but for now, I say we treat this like top 3 to 5 suspects on the list or something of that sort and assume they're separate till proven otherwise. "

You frowned and mumbled. "And the killer isn't done. Not by a long shot. They're saving us 4 for last...They pretty much told me themselves. " You spared a wary glance towards Randy and then back to Dewey as Gale spoke.

Gale threw up a manicured hand. "Well there you have it. You aren't getting anywhere with everyone on lockdown because the killer wouldn't skip town anyways!" She threw you your purse that was sitting on the chair of the room. "Now, let's go. I need some coffee that doesn't taste like hillside runoff water like Perkin's keeps offering me."

You and Randy instantly stood up and Dewey waved his arms. "Hey! You guys are not dismissed-"

She adjusted her purse strap on her shoulder. "Like YN said, the killer is not skipping town. Not a single killer has ever skipped town and the evidence shows Karla isn't involved. You have no reason to go after Karla or to keep these two here as long as they don't skip town again either...Material witnesses, after all."

You and Randy nodded even if that was definitely the plan if things got too bad.

Dewey hissed out urgently to his wife. "Gale, just because you're married to the Sheriff-"

She gave him a look. "Dewey, you know I love you but you can shove that badge-" She quickly pointed upward to the sky as Dewey huffed with an offended look. Gale continued. "Tell Randy to take up the traffic violation in court or pay or whatever AFTER we get this killer...Now, are you done trying to mother hen all of us or what?"

He frowned. "Gale, where are you even going? You can't do this alone-"

"WATCH ME. I told you, I'm going rogue. I just needed to bust these guys out...Now let's go get some fucking decent caffeine. " Gale motioned for you and Randy to follow.

"But!...You can't!....We have Folgers, by the way! It's good coffee!" Dewey yelled at his wife as you all walked past Judy and out the door. You could hear Judy yelling after you all and then Dewey talking to her to stand down as you and Randy followed Gale.

'Damn, am I glad she's on my side for once.'

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Randy sipped an ice coffee as Gale had a simple hot black cup and you had your choice. All of you sat at an outdoor table as you tried being in between both Randy and Gale for your own comfort...You were definitely aware of the dirty looks sent your way or nasty whispers.

Randy smacked his lips off his straw before telling you both. "Okay, so like I was trying to say before Sheriff douchb-"

"Watch it." Gale pointed with a scolding stare.

"- Sheriff Dewey tried arguing his reason for keeping us on lockdown...And you catfighting with Deputy Hicks..." He looked between you both for dramatic effect. "My friends, we are dealing with a bonafide franchise."

You shrugged with a disgruntled face. "Okay??"

"OkAy." He mocked your voice. "YN, a franchise is without a doubt the worst of them all."

Gale rolled her eyes. "You literally said this about a Trilogy 10 years ago."

"Yeah, yeah! I did! But it is worse than even a trilogy." He pointed with his drink in his hand. "Stab."

"...Stab?" You mumbled with a monotone voice.

"Stab! It got carried away, sure. They just keep making them and making them and honestly? They should have stopped after the shitty Sequel."

Gale sipped her coffee, a coy smirk over her cup as she muttered to you. "Someone's just mad they got killed in number 2."

You both snickered as Randy gave you both an annoyed look. "Yeah, number 2. Shit. The very embodiment of shit. Quite frankly, I'm glad I was spared being a walking slap stick for 5 more movies." He threw up a hand and leaned forward. "Regardless of the decline in Stab; Stab hit it HARD in 4. Knocked it out of the park! Why? Because they knew if they didn't they'd lose their target audience especially after the awful reviews on 3 with YN's character suddenly just leaving and the campy satire they tried to use throughout the whole thing. Technically 4 was a reboot but also not really because the other characters were still involved just as much as previous ones while passing the torch to the new final girl." Randy grinned. "I mean, the main girl's own sister being Ghostface?! And she got away with it and went on to college just to be attacked by the final girl we thought was dead but wasn't? It was genius! A killer versus a killer!....Oh...Were you planning on watching that? Sorry."

You shook your head as he rambled while sipping your drink. "Nah, you know I don't watch any of those."

Gale seemed to be losing her patience with Randy's rants. "Get to the point, would you please? What does Stab and Franchises have to do with any of this right now?"

He shrugged before sipping his straw. "I mean nothing other than...Oh yeah, everything!" He huffed out. "We have new rules to go by-"

"Just-" Gale held up a hand. "Who are our suspects, Randy?"

Randy seemed to frown at not getting to explain the rules. "Okay, fine. Let's just butcher the rules. Got it." He leaned forward to talk low. "This killer is killing people exactly like the first time we did this dance, just not in order. You cannot deny it after they went through the trouble of avoiding YN and shoving Olivia through a doggy door when she was already as good as dead."

You shook your head, being pulled back to the memory of last night. "It was so fast. I don't know how I missed them."

"Maybe there's more than one?" Gale darted her eyes between you both. "What if they're just copying Stab?"

Randy shrugged and looked away. "There were no new kills in Stab so Stab or our first encounter is all the same shtick."

You looked at Randy as he seemed to glance at his phone every so often. "Ray, who's our suspects so far?"

He glanced back up at you and sighed. "Uh well, we don't have much to go by. The legacy characters have alibis."

"Legacy character?" Gale muttured.

"Us. You know, the originals."

"Well talk in a non nerdy way we can all freaking understand, 'kay?" She mocked.

Randy gave her a sideways glare as you spoke. "So now we look at who knew Jenny and Marnie and Olivia."

"Rebecca?" Gale asked.

Randy gestured to you. "Only one that knew her was YN."

Gale slightly raised a brow. "Well, I did question how Rebecca supposedly only had the keys to the trunk...No one else even knew where the keys were but YN when we found the evidence...What do we go by with one dead and the other person sitting right here?"

Randy perked up, eyes wide as if he just knew the fight that was about to happen. You leaned back with an offended scowl her way. "What exactly are you saying? Because if you're suggesting I'm the killer again for the fourth time I will get up and walk away from this entire thing so fast and you can just figure this out by yourself."

Gale held up a hand. "Easy there, we just fucking said none of us are suspects, alright!? I know you got your triggers but settle it down. I'm SAYING how did the killer get in that trunk with a mob of protesters around and no keys?...Unless Rebecca was involved or they stole them somehow when she wasn't looking."

Your shoulders sagged as you nodded. "Yeah. That was my question too other than blending in with the crowd and like you said; stealing the keys somehow. Maybe she sat them down when she was getting rid of the crowd?...Sorry...Old habits die hard."

Gale sighed, rolled her eyes and crossed her finger over her chest. "Cross my heart, I'm not digging to frame you. You're not even a suspect because the timelines don't add up! However, it's obvious someone is trying to set you up-" She held up her finger. "And do not say it's me because we already got over this, remember?"

You sighed but nodded. "I know...But, I don't think they're setting me up."

Randy lifted a brow and spoke up. "Why not?"

"What they said...It was something about watching a star crash and burn...It was like a warning. And the kills...If they wanted to frame me, why not try harder?...It wouldn't exactly be difficult." You mumbled, eyes glancing at a few older women glaring at you and whispering a table away.

Gale looked behind her at them. "Hey, Golden Girls. It's rude to stare, especially at your big age."

They scoffed at Gale and looked away right when a phone ran. Randy jumped up, his entire mood changing as he said out loud. "It's Karla!" He didn't hesitate to answer it. You and Gale listened as you watched the most relieved smile cross Randy's face as he covered the phone and whispered. "They made it. The kids are eating pancakes right now with her Dad."

You smiled at that as he excused himself to talk to her in private, leaving you alone with Gale. You both awkwardly sat there before you slightly licked your lips and forced yourself to talk to her. "Gale? Thanks."

Gale smiled slightly. "What? For scolding those old bitty's? I do that for fun on the regular. No big deal."

You chuckled slightly. "Yeah well, thanks anyways. I know we have a very...Unique past and a barely existent friendship. You know with your 'no friends allowed' policy is still in place but...I'm glad we're on the same page now. Just took 15 years."

She smiled and softly told you. "Yeah, I guess so. You were the biggest pain in my ass."

"You were a major asshole."

"Still am." She mused while sipping the last of her coffee. She looked at you, seeming to take you in. "Hey." She got your attention, her gaze serious. "While the giant film dork is gone and it's just us; Fuck them. Fuck all of them. People are always bitter or jealous of anyone reaching their prime. Take it from me personally; enemies are everywhere the second your name is in lights. Be grateful for those on your side but trust no one fully. The shit that people do for fame is insane...You're a successful woman and you're going to have an even bigger target on your back because of it."

You took her in as well, noting the way her eyes had very subtle fine lines now and her cheekbones more prominent from the hollows of her cheeks deepening ever so slightly with her age now being 47.

"Gale...Do you miss it?"

Gale frowned before covering it with her hand and looking away in her chair towards the street. "No. If I missed it, I'd be doing something about it...Look, I'm only investigating because it's happening to us again. That's it."

You were skeptical of that but saw her phone ping. She went to ignore it but kept flipping it over, her face souring as she sighed heavily. "Christ, it's Dewey. I gotta take this. Can you give me a second?"

You hesitated, leery of being left alone but also reasoning it was in broad daylight in front of an entire shop full of people. "...Sure."

Gale nodded and had her phone in her hand, ringing up her husband no doubt to argue.

'God, 9 years of marriage and that's all they do.' You thought. 'Wonder if this will be the nail in the coffin this time?' You wondered as you thought of Dewey and how different he was. 'I can't even blame Gale this time. He's...Changed.'

Your mind momentarily thought back to past Dewey. The one and only time you ever heard or saw him sob was when he was just your best friend's older brother you saw occasionally. And yet, there you both were. Holding each other sobbing over that previous night and who you lost.

His voice trembled, his chest rumbled against you as he spoke. "It's all my fault. If I wouldn't have left with Gale...I could have saved my baby sister..."

You frowned thinking of what he said at Windsor after 2 years of not seeing him.

"It's okay. I'm here now. You think I'm ever going to let anything happen to you or Randy? I swore I'd never let anything happen to you kids ever again. No one is getting hurt as long as I'm here." He gave, eyebrows turned up and regret in his eyes.

Then you remembered the look on his face as he saw Olivia's body. It was watching his little sister's mangled corpse stuck in that garage door all over again.

"...Poor Dewey." You sighed softly under your breath. You thought the rest of your sentence in your head. 'He just wants to have a redo. To protect us and these kids like he couldn't protect Tatum.'

Your mind wandered to what she might have looked like had she lived. Would her and Sidney still be besties after all these years? Would you be friends with either of them for that matter? Who would Dewey be if Tatum had lived?...Would you and Randy and Dewey even talk if she did-

Your thoughts were interrupted as a server handed you a piece of paper and mumbled. "Miss? Someone asked me to give this to you."

The young server walked away before you could ask him who. You stared at it in your hand, eyes darting to people ignoring you or giving you stares. You couldn't see who was inside with the sun reflecting on the glass. You swallowed, literally terrified of what it said but eager to just open it and see. You sucked in a shaky breath, quickly unfolding it to read.

"Arrive at the Inn on the outskirts of town tonight at room 7. Go alone...Be there after 8 tonight...P.S....Don't alert the cops if you cherish any of your friends lives or your own."

You felt anxiety building just reading it. You couldn't recognize the handwriting as far as you could tell. You knew it was a trap, and yet, you also knew they weren't playing around either. If you told Dewey; 15 years ago would happen all over again. You just knew it. If you told Gale; she was going to do anything to be the one to solve the case. If you told or took Randy; he could die....You quickly put the note away in your pocket as you saw Randy coming back. You knew it was a death wish but if you could end this shit before it got worse; you would. They clearly wanted you more than anyone.

"Karla made it. She's not happy about us not being able to join but I swore to her if it got too bad; we'd be out of this place...Where's Gale?"

You forced a small smile. "Arguing with Dewey over the phone, I'm guessing."

Randy rolled his head with a tsk. "Ah geez. They've been doing a lot of that lately."

"How much lately? I've been out of the loop the last few years..."

Randy shrugged. "Eh, not really. It's just the same old same old. Gale wants fame, Dewey wants to live a humble life in Woodsboro. Same shit years ago."

"Yeah, I'm sure being stuck here is getting to her."

"Yeah..." He seemed in a much cheerier mood as he smiled and asked. "So, what did I miss?"

"Uh...Nothing really."

He raised a brow. "You sure?"

You sipped your mostly empty drink on purpose. "Mm hm." Before giving a scoff of a chuckle and telling him. "Just girl talk with Gale."

"Oh...So, she told you her secret skincare routine is to reap the souls of unsuspecting victims or??"

Gale cleared her throat next to the table. Randy grinned. "Oh, hi Gale. How long were you there?"

"Long enough...Dipshit." She muttered under her breath then gestured to you both. "Alright, get the tab. I've got a new lead, I'll check back with both of you later. I gotta get there before my husband gets there and scares off the lead."

"We'll come-"

"Not yet! I work alone, you know this."

With that, she turns on her heels as you and Randy call out to her before giving each other dumbfounded looks.

"Can you believe the audacity of that woman? Well...Since we're apparently just back up for Dewey and Gale when they bite off more than they can chew and we have nothing else better to do in the meantime; wanna go to some of our old haunts together?"

You smiled with a surprised look. "I'd like that but what about your stores?"

"Bookstore is closed on account of yesterday. You would think the video store would be booming like it was in 96 this time around but noooooooo. Everyone must be streaming or something...It's pretty dead. Better business being dead than us, I guess." He gave with a shrug. Shoving his hands in his pockets after standing up.

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You and Randy drove around as he pointed out old houses and names. Some were familiar and some weren't...It honestly made you feel so out of sync with the happenings here and the people. People you saw in the halls or some mowing their lawns now were distant memories.

"Oh, remember that one snobby bottle blonde that totally hated you for dating James and I'm pretty sure she wanted to bang Billy Loomis too so she hated Sid just as much?"

"We're in Cali, there are tons of bleached blondes."

"No, no. The cheerleader! Remember she tried calling you ugly and Sidney a slut? Remember her calling Tatum a lard ass and Dewey had to warn Tatum not to beat her up after school?" Randy had a devious grin as he sang out. "Guess what she looks like now.~"

You instantly knew who he was talking about. Perking up and uttering. "No."

"Uh huh. Prepare yourself." He gestured to a small shabby house where a blonde woman with outgrown brown roots half way down her brassy hair stood. She had on a dingy coral pink robe while watering her flowers out front. She gave you both dirty looks with a face that seemed a lot older than just early 30s as she jerked the hose over a bunch of toys littering the yard.

"NO!" You mouthed out, trying not to turn in your seat. "That's her?!"

"Yep." Randy smirked while driving. "Hey, I'm not exactly as fit as I was 10 years ago and I'm not exactly living the high life either but there is something so damn special about an asshole getting their karma. Remember she told Sidney she'd probably end up in the nuthouse or a two timing tramp like her mother? Yeah. Can't say I feel bad...Karla heard her arguing with her husband in the bank drive thru about her being accused of their one son being...Get this; his brothers."

"Oh shit." You mumbled.

"I know! I don't know why people forget drive thrus have cameras, especially banks, but thank god they do. You wouldn't believe the stories Karla tells me!" He chuckled before releasing a sigh with a content smile. "Oh how the popular jerks in High School fall."

You huffed, still taken aback that it was her...Still, you didn't feel nearly as satisfied as you should. The note was the only thing really forming your interest at the moment.

"...Something on your mind?" Randy asked. "I mean, you barely reacted when I showed you that our old jerk off Quarterback that got busted for putting pills in girls drinks is balding now and is married to the same bitchy cheerleader I just showed you or when I told you Mrs. Burkhardt still has an army of plastic flamingos in her yard. " He huffed. "You didn't even seem interested when I showed you that the creepy guy from Shop has a successful wood art business and looks like freaking Ashton Kutcher now that the braces are off and his skin cleared up!...He's single, by the way. Just putting it out there."

You side eyed him. "Thanks for being Toby Fairley's wingman but I'm not exactly interested at the moment with a crazy killer after us again."

"See? You even remember his name!"

"Ray." You scolded.

He sighed with a frown as he got to a stop sign. "Yeah fine, guess that's reasonable...So...I can make a left or right."

You saw the sign and instantly recognized it. "Oh my God..." You pointed. "Left."

"...You know that takes us past Billy's house, right?"

"I'm aware."

Randy seemed resistant but sighed and put on his blinker. Silently driving as you looked around. The drive reminded you so many times of being with Tatum driving you and Sidney to spy or see her boyfriend that spring and half the summer before you got with James....You remembered his very nice car outfront and his even nicer house. No decorations, Hank never really home, no siblings as far as you knew...You never went inside. Billy always seemed eager to get out of the house. With his Mom gone and how his relationship or lack of seemed with his Dad; you now knew why.

You froze seeing it...Empty. Graffiti all over it, broken windows, and the place falling in. Randy parked the car as you stared at it. He leaned over, his arm on your seat as he stared at the house. "Feels like every haunted house in any horror movie ever made...After they found Hank Loomis stabbed 50 something times inside; the place just rotted away."

"Wow..." You softly gave. "That's...Just so much pain in one home."

"Yeah well, that's what happens when crazies live there." He sighed out while putting the car into drive but you quickly stopped him.

...You never saw inside. Ever. You knew it was dumb but something was just pulling you towards it. Maybe to see if there was a connection to these murders happening? It felt unlike you but...You needed to know before you possibly died...Besides, this new killer was clearly another nut idolizing Billy and Stu.

"No, wait. I want to go inside."

"What? YN, we aren't teens anymore. Dewey will kill you before the killer can if you break and enter. Hell, the house might! You see how bad of condition it's in?! It's a freaking zoning violation and the city council has been trying to tear it down for years. You could fall through the floor and break your neck!"

"It was built in 1980's not 1880's; and people lived in it clear up until a little over 10 years ago. I'm sure it's walkable." You glanced over at him, already unbuckling as he furiously shook his head. "Wow, I didn't know we became old all the sudden. Turn your helicopter Dad mode off and help me check out an ex murderers house. I mean, WE KNEW the ex murderers...Unless you're a big chicken now..." You started bawcking.

He groaned and got out. "Childish tactics don't work anymore, YN." You continued mocking him, flapping your arms while walking as he gave you a huff. "They don't! I'm a grown man!"

You were on the porch and pushed the door in, giving him a disbelieving look as you drew your gun and crept in. Randy gave you the most frustrated sco and followed. "This is breaking every fucking rule ever!...YN?...YN!" He lectured as he followed you into the dark house. Daylight through the windows is the only thing lighting the place.

Randy looked around, shrinking a bit as he called out. "YN?...Hey, where are you?...If you aren't dead, say something."

Silence before you waited and just said 'boo.' behind him. Just simply surprising him had him jerking back and metaphorically jumping out of his skin before he glared at you. "Are you serious?!"

"Making sure you're prepared for the actual killers." You put your gun back in your holster under your jacket and looked around at the decrepit house you knew was once gorgeous with Hank being a lawyer and his salary.

"Wow...This is crazy."

Randy shrugged with a shiver. "Yeah, I was only in here a few times but......Oh..." He pointed to a dark spot on the floor in the living room. The wood was stained. "Uh...That's where Hank died."

"Oh god." You grimaced, stepping back instinctively. You both jumped as a rat scurried across the floor.

Randy got behind you, hands on your shoulders as he urged you. "YN, come on! Let's go! I just know some freaky shit has happened here and I'm not bringing home a Loomis Ghost from kids doing a failed seance. I didn't like him alive let alone being from Poltergeist. "

You almost agreed, curiosity not that interesting anymore now that you saw the inside. Rotting, vandalized, a shell of what it used to be. It was as eery as it got...But one thing just kept you wanting to stay. "I gotta see Billy's room."

"What?! Who fucking cares?!"

"I do...It could give us a clue. I mean, if they're copying the old murderers; how do we know they haven't been in here as well?"

"More reason to leave."

"Ray, I can't run away from it forever! I can't run from my thoughts or that night anymore...I gotta know and try to use it to solve this new killer before more people get hurt." He gave you a confused look as you told him. "Ray...I know it was an act and everything and I know you disliked him even before he was a known killer but...He was my friend at one point and he was also the guy that tried looping me into a murder plot and then tried to kill me for betraying him... This place won't be here long and I just gotta see where he lived and if there's anything useful to us now."

Randy gave you a strange look before whining and stomping his foot with dread as you continued up the steps. "Shit."

You softly let your feet walk up the stairs, leery of the floorboards that haven't been maintained in over 12 or more years since Hank died and Billy 'died'. You had your gun ready, just in case you came across a Ghostface or something. Using it to nudge the doors open. The first room was bare, graffiti here and there but nothing too surprising. The next bedroom you shoved the door open, leveling your gun in multiple directions including behind the door and then the closet. You relaxed and motioned for Randy as you put your gun back once more...Marveling at the room around you.

"Oh my God..." You mumbled under your breath. Graffiti of devils, pentagrams, tags, and telling Billy Loomis to rot in hell or that he ruled all over the walls of the faded blue room. The bed was white with stains all over it from the elements and age...At least, you hoped that's what it was.

"Uh uh, I don't like that. I do not like that shit. Nothing about this room says 'home sweet home'." Randy covered his mouth. "Fucking bacteria and mold and dust everywhere. You know I have a touch of asthma, right?"

"Then huff your inhaler or go outside, Ray...I'm looking." You saw posters had been on the walls, some stolen and ripped off. A few left behind. All movies or grunge rock of the 90s. His drawers were open and bare or had a few items of clothes inside. You saw a baseball on the dresser along with a few dusty cds and a few magazines from 1996. "Jesus, it's like a time capsule." You drew out in amazement...Somehow, you could imagine what it looked like when you huys were kids. You could imagine the sun peaking in as Billy and you sat on the bed talking...You didn't know how to feel about that.

Randy coughed as dust flew off a magazine he picked up. After he got done coughing, he wiped it off and smirked. "Well, look here. It's Cindy! Long time no see, Miss Crawford." He showed you a very sensual picture of a 20 something year old Cindy Crawford. He talked to the magazine. "Look, Cindy. You're a nice girl. You got me through a lot of rough times and lonely nights as a 17 year old virgin but I'm afraid I found another woman. One that's off the pages...Oh god, are these pages sticking because of erosion or-"

"Randy, knock it off and help me look." You opened drawers to his dresser. Randy put the magazine back down on the nightstand and walked over to look with you.

"What exactly are we looking for anyways?"

"I don't know. Evidence maybe? Just, see if we can find anything useful for the present murders."

Randy shrugged. "I don't know. Looks like a normal teens bedroom just with satanic symbols...Same thing, I guess. Kind of boring for a murderering sociopath...."

You lightly rolled your eyes as he rummaged through things in Billy's old nightstand. You opened the closet and looked at the clothes. They were actually in good condition...Your hand lightly went over a blue polo shirt as you remembered him wearing it as a teen. You frowned, your brows furrowing together as your fingertips felt the fabric. The memory of you and him being in his car late one night popped up. He had picked you up first then was making his way to pick up Stu, Sidney and Tatum. Randy was working and you remember feeling bummed out everyone would be too busy making out all night while you were the extra wheel in the back of the small car. James not in your life yet.

You sat in the front seat of his Camaro as you both sat in the drive and waited for Stu. Mostly silent and making small talk. He had his hair completely slicked back with gel and that polo shirt on. You could smell the cologne he wore. You saw Stu do a stupid dance move on his porch to annoy you both as Billy yelled out his car window "Hurry up, dickweed!" Stu went to walk and missed all of his steps...Literally face planted to the ground. You gasped and Billy just groaned softly. Stu gave a thumbs up before you could get out of the car and stood up before he released a string of curses....Dog shit smeared all over him where he fell. Stu looked disgusted, stripping off right there and yelling at how gross it was as you laughed...Billy laughed too. A genuine laugh as you and him just watched Stu run in the house to change. You and Billy laughed until you were wheezing. Billy hunched over his steering wheel silently laughing while you were dying in the passenger seat at the look on Stu's face. Billy made shit jokes about him all night as you tried to contain snickering knowing Stu could dish it out but sometimes couldn't handle being the ass of an unintentional joke.

You were brought back to the present with a deep hurt weighing on your chest. You almost wondered if that shirt smelled like him still, even faintly? If he remembered that memory as fondly as you did? If he was even alive...

"YN...Did you find something?" Randy asked.

You shook your head, shoving away from the closet. "No, just looking...It's so odd. I know Tatum's room is probably cleaned and pleasant memorylane but this feels...So empty. So...Strange."

"Yeah well, no one left to give a damn about a murderer."

"Yeah...You find anything?"

"Pft, no. He had the most basic elitist taste in horror movies. Seen them all, own them all."

"I meant a red flag or clue, Randy."

Randy shrugged. "Not really? Look, most things are destroyed or stolen or worthless. Let's just get out of here before someone finds us."

You nodded. The room was a normal teen room. Nothing out of the ordinary. You went to walk and tripped.

"Oh shit! Geez YN, you alright?" Randy helped you up as you cursed and kicked the rug away.

"Yeah. Stupid thing...Hey...What's that?"

You and him looked to a piece of wood unlike the others under that rug near the bed. You both exchanged wary looks before you reached over and plucked the stray plank from the floor...Revealing items stashed inside.

You reached in as well as Randy. Randy pulled out a bag of joints. "No way..." He put it in his pocket and you gave him a raised brow. "What?! I might need it after all of this!"

"Dewey will flip his shit if he finds joints in your pocket. Those are stale as fuck, I just know it...If you get mold in your lungs; don't say I didn't warn you."

"Okay, Grandma. I'll be a good responsible boy and make sure the weeds have a good home...My home." He shrugged with a laugh. "I may not have been a burn out but I remember what bad weed looked like. I'm looking before I roll it back up, honestly. "

You shook your head with a laugh and dug. Pulling out lighters...Then papers...Then a photo...And then a knife and gloves.

Randy cringed. "Now that seems more on point."

You handed him the gloves and knife before looking at the photo and your eyes widened considerably.

...It was you.

Randy's mouth hung open as well as he saw a 17 to 18 year old you. It was your yearbook photo of you smiling with a 90s hairstyle you loved to wear and a sweater.

"...What the fuck..." Randy breathlessly mumbled as you just stared...Why would he have a picture of you and only you? You flipped it over to see it was signed by you...Did you give him a photo? Why would you give your friend's boyfriend you barely knew at the time a picture of yourself?? Then you remembered...It was a gift to Sidney Prescott. Billy must have stole it.

You handed the photo to Randy who examined it as well as you tentatively opened the folded piece of paper...The more you read it...The more you felt your heart hammer and a queasy feeling in your stomach.

"What?...W-What does it say?" Randy asked before you handed it to him. He scrunched his brows, reading it outloud. "...I can't fight this anymore, not after fighting for our lives the way we did. Life is short...I know we went through so much but I have to tell you this-"

You spaced out, hearing it in Billy's voice instead of Randy's.

"I have to tell you this...I never thought we'd make it and I'm glad you lived. You're so lucky Mr. Prescott gave you such a shallow stab wound that night. We're lucky...Some of us weren't. I'm still trying to comprehend Randy and Tatum's deaths...Most of all, Sidney's...I miss her so much, YN. But I have to move on. We all do."

You clutched your mouth as it continued. Feeling like you might throw up.

"...That's why I have to tell you this. I don't know how you feel but I know how I feel about you. I know a love note is as corny as it gets but I can't seem to find the words to tell you this in person...The truth is, I care about you YN. I didn't know how much we needed each other until-"

Randy shoved the paper down in disgust. "I can't read this shit."

"Read it." You urged, feeling your eyes burn and your mouth dry.

Randy sighed heavily and picked it back up.

"I didn't know how much we needed each other until our lives depended on it. If this is too soon, I get it. But I really hope you consider giving me a chance. Sidney would want us both to move on and I know she'd be happy for us if we found each other. She'd want her best friend and her boyfriend to be happy...I know this is sudden but I think I'm falling for you and if you feel the same way, then meet me at the watertower this evening. If you don't then I guess I'll understand. I just know that I think about you a lot lately. Some of my best memories other than Sid were with you and I'd be an idiot to not tell you. You're the most unique, smart and honestly prettiest girl in Woodsboro now that Sidney's gone...Rest her soul and your poor boyfriend James but I can't wallow in misery anymore over what happened and neither should you. You deserve happiness YN and maybe that happiness can be with me? Don't be late for my sake....Billy."

Randy threw the paper to the side, utter disgust on his face as he growled out. "Bastard... This is some bullshit letter he was going to use if he got away with it. He was definitely going to kill you if you didn't show up...Low down fuckface." He glanced over at you and his features fell...You realized your cheeks were wet. "YN?...Hey. It's okay!" He softly gave, reaching over to put a hand on your shoulder.

You sucked in a shaky breath. "I-I...I didn't expect to find something like this..." You sniffed, staring at both the discarded picture and note on the floor. Randy frowned as he stared at you.

"...YN...I'm sorry you saw that but you know that it's all bullshit, right? He's a sick, demented fuck that looked at everyone as a pawn piece. I don't know what you're feeling but if it's guilt or sadness or something then shove that away. You don't owe him anything!"

"I know..." You closed your eyes and swallowed. "I know just...When he told me, I didn't believe him. I thought he was lying but...Why have a picture of me if he was? Why wrote those lies to get me out of every other girl in Woodsboro? He had so many after him, so why me?...I just...I just thought he was lying about jow he felt!"

Randy's brows rose. "What are you talking about?"

You sighed heavily, looking up at the ceiling as you both were on your knees on the floor. "...Ray, he told me he was in love with me." Randy looked taken aback as you continued in a heavy voice. "... When him and Stu ambushed me at my house and blackmailed me like they did; he told me he loved me and that was the only reason I didn't die that night...He...H-He...." You choked out. "He kissed me in the closet after he killed Tatum that night. I didn't know! I was just trying to get Sid and Tatum and you out of there and then Stu had her get beers and you had no idea so you were drinking with friends and Sidney went with him as soon as I found Tat's body...He dragged me in and kissed me after murdering my best friend and before screwing over my other best friend-" You softly released a sob. "I never told anyone because of Gale's book and you hated me then so I was too scared! Even after we made up I was scared you'd use it as leverage to blame me again for Sid's death and-"

Randy frowned deeply and rubbed your shoulder before pulling you close to him for a hug. You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as he buried his face in your shoulder. His voice rising in disbelief.  "Shh...It's okay. I never hated you! You should know that by now. I was just a weak kid that needed to blame someone...But Billy and Stu were the only ones to blame; not you." He rubbed your back as he spoke. "I never hated you; I hate him. I hate everything about him for what he did to you, to me, to Sidney, to Tatum and Dewey. That letter and picture changes nothing, understand?" He pulled back to look you in the eyes, hands on either shoulder.

You shook your head. "But it does...I came here looking for answers to the current murders or to see Billy for what he was even more than I already did...And I get a fucking love note and a picture of me he kept hidden."

"That doesn't make him a decent guy, YN."

"I know that-"

He lightly shook you. "No, you don't! I know you, so stop trying to see the good in some misunderstood kid! It's not there. Okay, even if he did have a crush on you that doesn't make him good underneath it all or some shit! Not after what he did and God knows what he would have done to you too...I know you have a lot of confusing things that happened to you but Billy Loomis was a piece of shit. He's dead. It doesn't matter what he 'felt' because he was a monster and he burnt up in that house like the demon fucker he was. You'll never have to worry about him ever again...Never, YN...Let go of your guilt, okay? Please. Look around us; you hanging onto this guilt is like hanging onto this room...Look at it." He gestured to the graffiti, dust, cobwebs of the room for emphasis.

You frowned...Knowing better but nodding. You went to take the picture and Randy tried to stop you. You instantly glared at him. "Randy, you've said no one else went through what I went through and it couldn't be more true. I did go through confusing things and I want to keep this note and picture for my own sake no matter how much more confusing it is...I don't feel guilt for trying to save him just as well as trying to kill him...But I'm keeping this."

He stared but let go. Giving you a sad look as you wiped your eyes and stood up.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just get out of here before a neighbor calls Dewey on us." You roughly shoved the letter and picture in your pocket and took one last lokk at the room before walking out.

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You both drove just a little longer, going past Sidney's house that had been remodeled slightly and sold years ago. You went past Dewey's parents home that stayed the same...Randy asked if you wanted to go in but you declined. Not only did it not feel right without Dewey to enter Tatum's space but you had enough sad memories for one day...James house was gone. You reasoned it was in bad shape anyways and the property value decreased with him being found in the field behind that house with no face. But the park, the water tower, the quarry all were the same and you could appreciate that.

It was insane that the towns you lived in before, the childhood home that you lived in longer, didn't impact you like this town did. Like this friend group did...Less than a year living there and it was still permanently seared into your brain.

You and Randy got take out to eat at home as you tried to enjoy your time with him...Knowing what you were about to do might be the last even if you were confident you knew what to do. You were actually grateful for the hug you got from Randy earlier.

You purposely went to the fridge and scoffed. "Oh shoot, we're out of drinks here."

"Oh, well I can go tomorrow."

You shook your head. "No, I'll go. I'll take Dewey's jeep."

"No, don't do that! How about I go? Buddy system?"

"Uh actually...Is it offensive to want a bit of alone time? I just feel like someone needs to guard the house, ya know?"

He blinked but shook his head. "No. No, not at all, especially after today and...What we found. Can you hold down the fort till I'm gone then? I swear, I'll make it quick."

You nodded even if you were internally screaming at yourself to reconsider. "Yeah, totally. Just be careful."

"I have police following us, I think I'll be alright. You need to just lock the doors, leave lights on, get your gun, don't answer-"

You laughed and handed him his jacket. "I know the rules, Randy. Go get us snacks and drinks for a movie night, alright?"

He threw his jacket on and got his keys. "Fine but I swear, I want you in one piece. Okay? I'm not saying...You know because...Well, you know."

"It's alright. Follow the rules; we'll be alright."

He nodded. Waiting till he left and then Perkin's car followed. You instantly got the keys to Dewey's jeep, locked the house up and quickly got in the car. You eased out and drove the opposite direction Randy went. Heading to that damn inn on the outskirts of town before another officer was sent by Perkin's to watch you while he followed Randy...It was a comfort Randy had cops following him.

You came up on it and turned the car off. Frowning deeply before a determined look crossed your features...Knife, gun, mace, taser...All of it ready in the comfiest clothes you brought with you. You got out of the jeep and went straight to room 7...You listened at the otherside of the door, hearing shuffling behind it.

It opened and a hand snaked out to pull you into the dark room. Out of instinct, you grabbed that arm and rushed forward to slam your elbow into their stomach as the momentum took you inside. You quickly twisted the arm back as far as you could, hearing someone gasp in pain and you jammed your gun right into the back of their head against the wall.

"Alright, who are you and what are you tring to pull?!"

"YN!" A voice snapped out as a light flicked on. Illuminating the once dark room.

Your eyes adjusted to see...A man was in your grasp. Another was standing up and you once again relied on your instincts and self defense training, jerking the man you had a hold of in front of you with your back to the wall. His arm being twisted painfully the only thing keeping him from decking you and overpowering you was you twisting his arm at the wrist as you kept your gun on his neck.

"Yo! Stand down, it's us!"

Your face fell at the familiar voice. You just heard it on the phone last night...You saw Stu standing, hands up with a cringe.

....

You quickly released who you now realized was Billy as he jerked away from you with a glare, rubbing his arm. "Damn, why does she need us for? Fuck-" He grumbled.

You stared, mouth parted as the two grown men looked at you. Two faces you actually didn't think you'd see again....So many questions demaning to be answered, so many emotions, so much shock...All you could utter was their names with your gun still aimed.

"....Billy?....Stu?"

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

BBU Community Days

@bbu-on-the-side * {Day 8} Barcode

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CW: Police harassment, derogatory/demeaning language, prostitution, implied dubcon

The asshole officer shines a flashlight right in his face, half-blinding him, and he winces and turns his face away. "What the fuck-"

"I said turn it over. Show me."

"Show you what?"

The officer sighs, sounding wearied, and the runaway pet wants to punch him in his stupid smug face. He thinks he's tired? He didn't spend the last day hiding from pouring rain that has streets flooded and people in rain boots half-wading when they have to go out. "You know what. Turn your wrist over and show me your barcode."

"I don't have to do anything." The pet's chin juts out, eyes narrowed to slits against the glare of light still aimed right at him. "Come back with a fucking warrant."

"Okay, I would, but you aren't in a house. You aren't even inside. This is an alley. This is public space and you are causing discomfort to the people who actually do live here. Come on, Boxie, wrist out. Let me see it."

"I don't have a fucking barcode. What, is it illegal to sit now? I'm just sitting. I'm not harming anyone."

The officer looks like he might just sigh so heavily with irritation that he blacks out. The pet waits, a little hopeful, but it doesn't happen. "Listen. Look. You get up and walk away, I'll pretend I never saw you. Nice people in this neighborhood, they don't want you whoring around for your dinner, got it?"

His heart stops - for just a second - before it beats again. He swallows, hard. Some of his defiance has faded before he finds a retort. "What-... What makes you think-"

"I've seen you before, buddy. Down by the warehouse district."

"Why not arrest my John?"

"Your John?"

"Well, how the hell did you think I got here from the warehouse district in the first place, numbnuts? We were having a good time til his fucking girlfriend called."

"... Jesus. Come on. Up you go, get outta here and I won't even look. Just get."

He doesn't have a choice. The runaway pushes himself uneasily to his feet, watching as the cop backs up to give him some space. There's that, at least.

His stomach growls.

When did he eat last? Shit. A day ago? Two?

The flashlight is pointed down, now, and he can see the cop's face. Honestly, he's seen worse. The guy looks pretty fit, too. And Jesus, he's so hungry...

"I don't suppose you'd give me a ride," He says, cocking his head to the side. Defiance slips into practiced seduction with only a shiver of self-loathing down his spine. "I can pay for it."

"Don't bribe me. You don't have a fucking cent or you wouldn't be a whore, Boxie."

"I didn't say I'd pay with money." He smiles, like this is a silly flirty joke between them. "Trust me, I'm good at this. I'm so good. Don't you ever wonder what fucking a Romantic is like? Like a Lamborghini with spread legs, yeah? You drive me back to the warehouse district, you don't check my barcode, and I make this the best shift you've worked in days..."

The cop thinks, jaw working, looking off to one side and then the other. The pet watches him take off his wedding ring and slip it into his pocket with a mix of triumph and hatred.

"Right. Yeah. Get in the back. We'll find a place to park."

His heart thumps and his wrist itches under the ink as he slides into the back of the squad car, with doors that don't open from the inside and a screen he can't break through. Maybe he'll be murdered and dumped in a ditch somewhere. Maybe the cop will just take him to jail.

Or maybe he really will drive him back.

It's always a roll of the dice when he offers himself for a ride.

Sooner or later he'll run out of luck.

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[skynapple]

Budding Romance | Ch. 11

Love and Deepspace | Jeremiah x MC / slow-burn / friends-to-lovers

warnings: none

Multi-chapter | A03 link

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"Sweet Tart" A little visit, a little closer

In the light of a summer early afternoon, a young huntress flings various outfits onto her bed. All manners of dresses and somewhat casual outfits are arranged as she glanced frequently at the clock. She still had time before he arrived, but she was frantically wondering what kind of impression to make. Leading up to this, she'd managed to bribe Jeremiah into agreeing to visit. Although, she knew he was under the impression he was dropping something off, but to her a visit was a visit. 

Regular communication had felt more comfortable and casual now. It started mildly with plant updates and questions and had then lead into both sharing updates of Xavier sleeping in random spots. It felt fun to have the secrecy of a fun inside joke between them. Mild as the interactions were, she still felt her heart immediately flutter at the mere sight of his name in her notification. Although, she still got the sense that there was still a wall between them. Jeremiah was playful, and thoughtful, and kind, but never said too much or went too far into a flirty territory.

Thus she decided to test some waters - just a little bit. She had made her ploy after receiving another image of Xavier sleeping in an awkward position at a restaurant table.

[Smh you two! Getting into trouble? I can arrest you yk.]

Jer: [Brb committing crimes ;P]

Such a silly conversation had sent butterflies into her stomach, making her keenly aware that she had been smiling widely at her screen in public. In embarrassment, yet not wanting the conversation to end, she had decided to switch gears.

[You have 2 seconds to bribe me or I'm calling the police.]

Several minutes had passed in that moment and she had wondered if it was too much of an unusual response, or if she was interrupting them. Just when she had begun to feel restless, her screen lit up again.

Jer: [A bribe? :o but you're an honorary citizen!]

[2 seconds are up! Cops are on their way!]

Jer: [Nooo \(;A;)/ I promise I'm not committing nefarious crimes! I'll buy you cookies if you call off the police.]

The use of the old fashioned emote had made her giggle as she thought of what to reply, wanting to see what else he would come up with, secretly wishing it would lead to an opportunity to see him again. Then again, she had remembered what Tara had warned about not long ago. Deep down, she thought that sometimes men tended to miss perfectly handed opportunities without being direct enough.

[Hmm. Gonna have to do better than that.]

Jer: [Ma'am pls! I'll bake them homemade!!]

Now that was an interesting proposition, especially when taking into consideration a certain neighbor above her that couldn't bake to save his life. It might be fun for comparison, she thought.

[Deal, but you have to bring them to me.]

Now had come the date of the intended sweets delivery. She was anxiety ridden and frantically attempting to find something appropriate. The decision fluctuated between casual and cool, and cute and flirty. She settled somewhere between, with a casual dress lightly decorated with a sunflower pattern, and a slightly lower neckline. It had initially caught her attention in the store after recalling the sunflower he had given her just a few months ago.

On the dot of their scheduled time, the front door chimed. Jeremiah was punctual and polite as ever. She sauntered over to the door, adjusted her dress, and opened with a bright smile, feeling radiant, greeting him warmly with a simple, “Hi, Jer!”

The man looked nice, with a plain green shirt layered with a light tan poplin that remained unbuttoned, accentuating the flecks of green in his hazel eyes. She noticed a light refreshing scent, and that he’d recently cut his curls a little shorter, probably for the summer heat, but she wasn't sure how she felt about it. In his hands was a plastic tupperware, none other than her bribe. 

She welcomed him in, reaching up to give him a quick hug. He accepted it stiffly.   

She wondered what he was thinking, whether it was too much, but tried to remind herself that light hugs were probably fine even between acquaintances and tried not to overthink it. 

"You look great." He complimented on entering.

It was exactly what she wanted to hear, but actually hearing it was another thing entirely. Suddenly she didn't know how to respond. It would have been fine if she left it at “Thanks!” But instead she rambled on, noting, “This is is just a casual dress. It was on sale,” to which she immediately she felt idiotic. The explanation was more than unnecessary. There was warmth in his voice as he responded in turn with a light chuckle, but it only amplified her nerves. As she closed the door, she breathed out and tried to remind herself of her intentions. 

"So, Chef 'Miah, tell me what you've brought today." She said, spinning around and clasping her hands behind her back playfully.

"Oh," He suddenly looked awkward, with an embarrassed laugh. The expression only affirmed in her mind that he was completely adorable. After clearing his throat, he responded, "Well, as a token of gratitude for sparing me from calling the cops during my heinous crimes, I've prepared some lemon cookies for you today."

Unable to resist the opportunity to tease him more, she gathered her courage and leaned forward with flirtatious intent as she took the container from him, letting her fingers brush over his. "Well, let's have a taste, then I'll decide if I'm letting you off the hook." 

He didn't back away, but noticeably reddened. "Ah, well, if they suck then... I guess we're back at square one."

She set the container on the counter and eagerly opened it to try one, out of the corner of her eye noticing that he put some distance between them and leaned on the counter with his elbows. The cookie was soft, but had a crisp outer top. The tart lemon flavor softened into sweetness. It felt like the perfect summer day in one bite. Enthusiasm filled her, although when she glanced over, she noticed that he was only staring at a groove in her counter top.

"Jer, these are really good!" She exclaimed. "You promise you made them yourself?"

"I swear." He replied, grinning finally, then grabbed one to eat himself. "I'm not hopeless like Xavier. When we were…uh, one time we took a mandatory cooking class. Guess which one passed and which one failed." The answer to the rhetorical question on who was a better cook was now answered, undoubtedly. The winner was clear. 

"No way! You two have known each other that long?" She said, leaning a little closer, using the excuse of taking another cookie.

"Hah... yeah." He laughed again as if he was reminiscing, then for a brief moment they locked eyes and he stopped. Warm gazes lingered, and she felt like it was a first true moment of connection. It felt good - so good, as if they were both thinking at the same time,

It's so nice to meet you again.

Then, his eyes averted behind her to the near-dead azalea plant on the sill above her kitchen sink.

"What in gods name is that?"

"Oh!" She stepped aside to block it. "Nothing!"

"Nothing?!"

"It's fine! Plenty of life in it!"

"No way. Let me see it!"

"Access denied!"

She stuck both her arms out wide to create a virtual fence. The mischievous look he got made her wonder what he'd do next. To her surprise, he quickly slipped his arms under hers, respectfully cautious about where his hands were, and lifted her into the air to set her aside out of his way. The action was accomplished as easily as if she were a mere chair in the way. He moved quickly over to the plant while she was still in shock at his strength and touch, heart pounding before she hurried to meet him on the other side of the counter. 

“Jeremiah!” She chided, but was absolutely bubbly at the interaction.

If he was flustered too, he no longer looked it as his attention was only on the florals in her window sill. "Do you know what these are? These are azaleas. Do you know what that means?"

"No, what?" She tried to sound oblivious.

"Azaleas mean love and passion. Your love life is dead. You let it die." He teased. Or, to her it sounded like teasing. 

"Well!" She feigned frustration -not about to reveal that she bought it like that on purpose- as she reached up to cover his eyes with her hands. It took some effort, needing to reach on her toes. He wasn't as tall as Xavier, but he still felt tall to her. "I told you not to look!"

He ducked his head and grabbed her wrists as he did. The motion of it seemed oddly skilled. Briefly she thought to ask if he'd ever taken a self defense class, but now that they were interlocked she could only think of how close he was.

"I won't help you every step of the way this time. You killed that plant, you bring it back."

"Challenge accepted." She said, determined, but hoping he didn't really recognize how deeply she was blushing. 

"So says our brilliant lady. Nothing can stop her! Not even her anti-green thumb."

She giggled, wiggling her fingers to wrap them around his wrists.

"I'll succeed! Thanks to your training."

The moment felt warm and comfortable. It felt so good to smile and laugh together, sincere and carefree. They searched each others eyes and with her heart pounding she wondered if maybe he might find an excuse to close the distance. Instead, he let go of her wrists and indicated to the cookies on the counter.

"So, bribe accepted?"

"Yes... if you give me the recipe."

"No can do. It’s a secret.”

"Please! I promise I won’t share it. But I really want to try!”

He looked serious now, scratching his head. “It’s… well, it was my fiancée’s grandma’s recipe. She made me swear. But, I mean…”

“Oh! I’m sorry!” She responded quickly, but eyed him, not sure what to think, or what else to say. Just a split second of sadness flashed in his eyes and she was quick not to miss it. He returned to her gaze warmly, as if nothing had happened. 

“I might be able to make an exception,” His smile deepened, appearing more mischievous again, “If you bribe me.”

For some reason that encouraged her even more. Could it possibly mean that he was over his past?  She had no concept of how long ago it was for him. She already began to over-analyze it but didn’t let herself get carried away.

“I’ll have to think of something.” She responded, meeting his airs.

“In the meantime-” he continued slowly, “why don't you uh... see if maybe your neighbor’s home and if he wants any? I made plenty in case you wanted to share.”

“Are you kidding?” She reached behind him to grab the lid and put it on tightly. “Shareable doesn’t mean have to. These are all mine!”

He laughed again. "You know what? Fair point. Well, I’m glad you liked them. I hope you enjoy!” It suddenly looked like he was about to leave, as he took a step forward towards the door.

“What are you doing the rest of today?” She asked quickly. 

He seemed a little bewildered, glancing at the ceiling although she wasn't sure why. “Well, normally I have to…"

"If you have some time, why don't we take a walk? I'll show you around the neighborhood. It's so pretty this time of year!"

"Okay." He agreed without hesitation. "So hospitable! You know what, when Xavier moved in last year, he never showed me anything."

She grinned, grabbing her keys. "So I'm just all-around better?"

"Not even a question," Then he added a little softly, "Always have been."

She felt butterflies swirling again, but Tara's voice of reason in her head struck again. Be careful.

"I think you're better too!" She laughed, but quickly felt bad. "I'm kidding. He's a good guy. You know."

"Oh, I can't wait to tell him you said that."

"Hey!"

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As they had taken a walk in the crisp sunshine, he felt too happy to really think of what it meant, or why he felt so warm inside and out, or why she was smiling at him like that. It was almost precious to watch her, completely radiant in the summer light, pointing out things she liked about this neighborhood, shops she frequented nearby, stray cats who were all too familiar with her. He wondered if she liked small creatures on Philos too. 

As they laughed and talked, he mostly listened, full intent to avoid speaking too much about himself. As he listened, for some reason, she kept catching his eyes. For some reason, he couldn't stop looking at her.  He thought it was because she was more interesting than the surroundings, that she didn't know he was already very familiar with having seen much of it develop completely from the ground up.

Deep down, way deep down, the voice of reason that only showed up when he was almost asleep that night would speak to him.

This is dangerous. He wasn't home. He's going to be upset. He'll think you're trying to steal her.

Ridiculous. I'm not. He knows that.

No, what if he doesn't? That's why he gets so worked up.

Well that's on him. If he was man enough he'd care more about stealing her anyway. He obviously doesn't care about the no-contact rules. He's being too slow.

You need to back off.

No, I'm not doing anything wrong. We were way closer than this before.

And I miss that.

And as he starts to wane off to sleep, the beginnings of a seed in his heart start to settle.

I want her to be close to me again.

//A/N: Chapter doodle

#one of my faves but most difficult to write #madi writes #jeremiah x mc #lnds jeremiah #lnds mc #love and deepspace jeremiah #love and deepspace mc #love and deepspace #lads jeremiah #lads mc #l&ds #lnds #lnd #jeremiah love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #budding romance

[0ce4n-m4n]

what morals (if any) does The Sleeper abide by?

Sleeper is simply a guardian of homeless and people with sleep disorders, but they are extremely protective of said individuals, even to the point of taking someone's life. And they absolutely have taken lives before. See below the Read More

Grandpa Johnson: Ah, I remember 40 years ago, at the ripe age of 32… I had been homeless for a while. To be quite honest, it was a rough time for me.

Grandkids, 18yo and 20yo: What happened? How did you live through that?

Grandpa Johnson: Well… I can certainly tell you, but I'm not sure you'd believe me. Here, let me show you something. *shows crescent-shaped scar on the back of his neck *

Grandpa Johnson: This mark, it bears an importance. It was given to me by… well, I'm not sure what it was. I want to say it was an angel, one that watched over me while I was without a place to stay. I also wasn't the only one with the mark… a handful of others I huddled up with had them too. We weren't sure what the marks were for, only that they had been given to us by our (supposedly) watchful protector. And I call it our protector for a reason: Once, me and another homeless man, Benjamin, were gathering cans and a few other recyclables to haul so we could get some spare change for food. We were caught by two cops, of whom were threatening us with arrest and joking maliciously about our situation. We ran, of course. Didn't take them long to catch up and get us on the ground to cuff us. That's when I saw it, silently floating along the pavement toward us. I knew it wasn't my imagination, because Benjamin and the cops saw it too.

Cop 1: Hey… Tim…? What the hell is THAT!!? It's coming right at us!

The creature, a floating, hunched over humanoid figure underneath a blanket, stopped. A single horn-like protrusion stuck out from underneath the blanket where the creature's head likely was, and there were two eyes glowing from within the darkness under the horn. The creature’s body was shrouded by the blanket, but part of its arms, legs, hands, and feet stuck out the bottom. Its skin was a dark rusty orange and very wrinkly, like it had been soaking in a bathtub for hours. The visible portions of its limbs gave it the appearance of being rather sickly and thin.

(Tim) Cop 2, pointing his gun at the creature: Whoever you are, don't move, or I'll shoot!

The blanketed beast's horn extended at a high speed, shooting right into Tim's right eye and piercing through to the back of his head. His body quivered violently, and the gun slipped right out of his hand, clattering onto the concrete.

Cop 1, so terrified from the attack that he had fallen onto his butt: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! TIM!!!!!!! NO!!!!

He watched as the creature’s horn slowly retracted, making a gross noise upon coming out of Tim’s eye socket. Tim’s lifeless body fell to the ground, then the creature turned to the other cop. Upon realizing the creature was looking at him, he got up as fast as he could and attempted to run. Unfortunately for him, it was already too late. The horn shot through his left leg mid-step, causing him to collapse onto the pavement in agony.

Cop 1, writhing in his blood on the concrete: Oh god….. Oh god no…… Please, no……

The grandchildren stared at grandpa Johnson in horror as he described in detail what happened to the second cop.

Grandpa Johnson: The entire experience scarred me, I just haven’t been the same since. Watching someone die that brutally really changes you, you know?

After an hour or so, the grandkids finally returned home and bid their grandpa a farewell

On the car ride home:

18yo: So… Do you think that really happened to him?

20yo: Who’s to say? The way he described it in full actually scared me! It sounded pretty real, too real. And his scar… it’s perfectly shaped, and he said other people were given the same mark.

18yo: Weird to think that angels might actually exist, huh? Haha.

20yo: Yeah… maybe…

#long story short they are full acab #ask #oc: sleeper

[bayonettassecondgf]

BYLER AS INCORRECT QUOTES

(bc I said so)

MIKE: Don't worry, I know exactly what I'm doing. Everything is gonna be fine!

WILL: How can you still say that?

MIKE: Because sometimes when things get tough denial is all we have.

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MIKE: I think I'm having a midlife crisis

WILL: You're like 15 years old

MIKE: I MIGHT DIE AT 30

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WILL: This is such a bad idea

MIKE: Then why are you coming along?

WILL: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

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WILL: God give me patience

MIKE: I think you mean ' God give me strength'

WILL: If God gave me strength you'd be dead.

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Will: I’m not being weird. Am I being weird?

Mike: Yes, and that’s coming from me.

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Will: Let’s write Mike a friendly note, shall we? Dear... Incompetent... Dumbass...

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Mike: Are you having another depressive episode?

Will: A depressive episode?

Will: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

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Will: You want some leftovers?

Mike: What are those?

Will: You've never had leftovers before?

Mike: No, ‘cause I’m not a quitter.

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Mike: What should I do?

Will: *holds out hand* May I suggest dinner with a friend?

Mike: Well, none of my friends are available, so I guess I'll have to go with you.

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MIKE, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me

WILL, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

MIKE: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. WILL has been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get him out...

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WILL: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail

MIKE: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

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WILL: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE

MIKE: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially WILL, desperately, as MIKE bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

MIKE: Oh! B positive.

WILL: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

MIKE:

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MIKE: Where are you going?

WILL: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

#funnyhaha #stranger things #will byers has had enough #byler tumblr #will byers #mike needs to talk to murray #mike wheeler #stranger things season four #will byers needs a gun

[bess3714]

Gotham Knights Season One, Episode One: Pilot

Air date: March 14, 2023

I'm sorry, but Turner Hayes sounds like the name of a genderbent version of Taylor Swift.

(He's grumpy because I said that.)

Anyway, read on for my review of the first episode of Gotham Knights! Not that you're really missing much, but spoilers below the cut!

Synopsis

Harper, Cullen, and Duela break into Wayne Tower because they've been hired to steal something. They get there, realize they've been set up and Bruce Wayne has been murdered, pushed out a window, and revealed as Batman. Yikes. So they run and manage to escape. Harvey Dent tells Turner Hayes his adopted dad is dead, Turner is sad he's dead and mad Bruce didn't tell him he was Batman, yadda yadda. The cops go after Harper, Cullen, and Duela, arrest them, and question them. Turner wants to find out who hired them, so he gets Stephanie to use the Batcomputer to hack into the bank records to see who paid him. Turns out, the money came from his account! So about this time, the cops have figured that out and come arrest Turner and throw him into jail with Harper, Cullen, and Duela. The four get put in a transport van and head to prison, but before they get there, they escape. The cops who were moving them were dirty, though, and so they're about to kill the kids to clean up the whole Bruce-Wayne-murder mess when Robin swoops in to save them. Then they all head back to the Batcave where Duela tells them the creepy Court of Owls poem. Yay!

Characters

Turner Hayes: Dead parents (twice). Sad Bruce died, kinda

Stephanie Brown: Computer whiz. Has sex.

Harper Row: Will sacrifice herself for her brother.

Cullen Row: Is transgender. Can pick locks. Has successfully impersonated two (2) cops.

Duela: Hates her father. Hates authority. Is fluent in violence.

Carrie Kelly: Is Robin. Exists. That's about it.

Review

Now, I don't really know much about the comic versions of these characters, except for Stephanie and my knowledge of her is limited to her appearances in stories focused on other characters, so I'll be reviewing them completely divorced from their source material. (Except for Turner, because he doesn't have source material. He has been immaculately conceived specifically for this show.)

Okay, so maybe I would have cared about Turner Hayes a little more if we had actually gotten to see him interact at all with Bruce Wayne, but we only get to see Bruce when he's splattered on the pavement so, uh, there's no emotional pull at my heartstrings to feel bad for this kid. It's like he's trying to be a self-insert character and yet he's failing sooo miserably because he's kind of bland. I really hate criticizing an actor's performance, but I wasn't impressed by Oscar Morgan. His acting just felt really dull and restrained to me, but then this show felt kind of dull, so that might have just been the director? I don't know. I'm an expert in talking about things I know nothing about, not an expert in filmology or whatever. I'm hoping that it's just first episode woes and next episode we'll see better from him and his character.

What to say about Stephanie Brown? She's friends with Turner and she's an expert hacker. That's about it, to be honest. She does have slightly more personality than Turner, but she got less screen time. She's basically just a generic cutout copy of every other teen girl character that's on TV. She was trying to have sex on Turner's couch, so bold move her, I guess. I like her friendship with Turner, and as long as they don't try to turn it into an awkward "I'm a boy youre a girl let's kiss" kind of romantic situation, I think their friendship could be a strong point in this show.

I don't think Cullen actually did anything interesting the entire episode besides using walkie-talkies to send the cops to a different stairwell and telling Harvey Dent to shove it with his performative allyship (which was an absolutely correct thing to assume and good for Cullen for not falling for the good-cop routine).

Harper was kind of the leader of her, Duela, and Cullen. I say kind of because Duela pretty much does whatever she wants, but it seemed like when there was a decision to be made, Harper was the one making it. She was protective of Cullen but didn't seem to particularly care for Duela, which, understandable, since Duela was the one who got them the job that ended up framing them for Bruce Wayne's murder. I'm hoping we see Harper in more of a leadership position in the group because if Turner is the leader they're screwed.

Now, my favorite character was Duela, because she was the only one who was actually entertaining! She was by far the most violent of all the kids, consistently starting fights (and winning them), she was smart, as evidenced by her asking for a lawyer when she got arrested, and then talking Harvey and the cop guy in circles. She's noticeable, which was pretty important in this bland milquetoast show.

Carrie Kelly is Robin and she has trig with Turner and that's about it for her. I'm really hoping for more of her in the next episode. I'm really hoping for more of anything, at this point.

Last but not least, Harvey Dent! Misha Collins himself! He's kind of weak sauce! (Harvey, not Misha). He's upset because Bruce died. He says that he's basically Turner's uncle. He could have shown a little more emotion over Bruce's death if he was close enough to Bruce to basically call him his brother, but nope! There was no emotion there. I think this show might be allergic to emotion, honestly.

Somehow it felt like the episode was rushed yet nothing happened. Everything felt unimportant. Every plot point felt like a box that was being checked or an ingredient added that would hopefully add up to a very delicious cake. Unfortunately, the cake did not turn out well. The literal Batman died and the show was just like, oh well :)

Anyway, I'm gonna watch the next episode because I have a feeling this show is like an airplane crash on top of a train wreck and I just can't wait for what happens next! My standards are pretty low when it comes to shows; my most important criteria is Be Entertaining. If you can't hold my interest because watching paint dry would be a more fun way to spend my time, then I'm going to move on. I'm enough of a Batfam stan to keep watching, but it had better get a move on before I get bored and move on to something else (like the nine hundred other shows I have on my watchlist. And yes, I did have fun cutting out the images).

#gotham knights #duela doe #harper row #cullen row #stephanie brown #turner hayes #the cw #harvey dent #carrie kelly #due to inflation my opinion is worth ten cents

[waitingforwinterwinds]

Game of Thrones - 34 CATELYN VI (pages 348-365)

Cat and her remaining party members arrive at the Eyrie, Cat reconnects with two of her Tully family members, and finds she's happier about one of those reunions than the other. Lysa has become concerning. Mya Stone temporarily joins the party.

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Two score men flanked the dwarf and the rest of her ragged band, knights and men-at-arms in service to her sister Lysa and Jon Arryn's young son, and yet Tyrion betrayed no hint of fear. Could I be wring? Catelyn wondered, not for the first time. Could he be innocent after all, of Bran and Jon Arryn and all the rest? And if he was, what did that make her? Six men had died to bring him here.

And there's the crux of it, the doubt that was never really seen in the tv series (or I don't recall it from the show despite having rewatched season 1 just before I started the read.) Cat does have doubts, but it's a bit of a sunk cost fallacy at this point, what's lost has to be worth seeing it through because she's gone too far to back out now. She acted with the information she had, but it was bad information, and she couldn't trust Tyrion's information when he's the suspect but part of her does wonder, she's not completely single minded and blind to the possibility that she's wrong, she's just trapped by her own actions. She's got herself trapped, and now she can only move forward, or that's very much how she seems to feel about it. And all of it is made infinitely more frustrating by how easily they could have verified the information, but apparently chose not to when they could have actively done it, and they could have easily learned the information from a third party, but it just never came up!

(Also ngl, i kinda want a zombie apocalypse au where Cat and Tyrion get stuck together as a survival team trying to get back to their families or a step over into the comedy genre and a pseudo buddy cop of Cat and Tyrion turning the tables of who's citizen's arresting whom, back and forth up and down the country side, Bron's just there for the lulz.)

Her dark hair was cropped short and straight around her head, and she wore riding leathers and a light shirt of silvered ringmail. She bowed to Catelyn, more gracefully than her lord. "I promise you, my lady, no harm will come to you. It would be my honor to take you up. I've made the dark climb a hundred times. Mychel says my father must have been a goat." She sounded so cocky that Catelyn had to smile. "Do you have a name, child?" "Mya Stone, if it please you, my lady," the girl said.

MYA! that was it, Mya, not Maya or Mara. This is Bobby B's daughter and first born child right? Yay!

She sounded so like Sansa, so happy and innocent in her dreams. Catelyn smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. The Redforts were and old name in the Vale, she knew, with the blood of the first men in their veins. His love she might be, but no Redfort would ever wed a bastard.

Well that's a bit shit. Terrible attitude, needs improvement. :( Interesting to parallel her with Sansa given those two end up interacting later, if I have my characters and plot lines straight.

"It was always white above here, and the ice never melted." She shrugged. "I can't remember ever seeing ice this far down the mountain, but maybe it was that way once, in the olden times." So young, Catelyn thought, trying to remember if she had ever been like that. The girl had lived half her life in summer, and that was all she knew. Winter is coming, child, she wanted to tell her. The words were on her lips; she almost said them. Perhaps she was becoming a Stark at last.

Ooooh, ouch, how does it feel to be 'of the olden times' Cat? Do you need a moment to rest your ancient bones. cries in 'kids will call anyone old and reader has been a victim of this also' millennial

Cat: *gets a bad case of the 'fantasy worlds are OSHA non-compliant handrail hating hellscapes' scares* Mya: "I got you granny Stark, come on." Cat: "screw it, I'll take the elevator with the turnips the rest of the way."

I do love it when the ladies who have to act tough have their moments of vulnerability and they have someone there who doesn't take advantage of that but helps them. It's one of my fav interaction types.

Catelyn wanted to slap her. Uncle Brynden had tried to warn her, she realized. "No castle is impregnable."

Oh, now here's another conversation that got juggled about in the show. "Give me ten good men and some climbing spikes, I'll impregnate the bitch." But ooph, does this conversation add so much to the Cat&Lysa relationship, or newfound lack there of.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #game of thrones #catelyn stark #catelyn tully #a chapter a day reading #got

[themackenzieboydchronicles]

Ruby And Cain Come to Blows.

Mackenzie fanfic.

"Have you seen the paper Chas" said Charity.

"No. What now?" Chas asked.

"Local heart throb in a coma" Charity read.

"Heart throb?" said Chas "I wouldn't exactly describe Mack as a heart throb"

"Well you have to admit he's good looking" said Charity.

"How did the papers find out anyway" asked Chas.

"Well they were here yesterday but we didn't tell them anything" said Charity "In fact I told them to clear off"

"Hey did you read the rest of the article?" Chas asked Charity. "Aaron Dingle who is known to have connections to Mr. Boyd is wanted in connection with attacking Mr. Boyd and is believed to have fled abroad"

"Connections?" asked Charity "He's his flipping husband"

"Someone needs to put them right" said Gail.

"Well they're best left alone as the papers get everything out of context" said Chas. "Who actually told them Aarons name and that he was wanted by the police coz we told the hospital staff Mack tripped and fell on the spike"

"That would be me" said Ruby smugly.

"Say that again" snarled Cain.

"You heard" said Ruby.

"You sneaky two faced bitch" said Cain "What gave you the right to talk to the newspapers. If you were a bloke I'd knock you clean out"

"Don't let the fact that I'm a woman stop you" said Ruby.

"Don't tempt me" Cain snapped back.

"What I did was pay back" said Ruby. "You have all ostracised Caleb so I thought the truth needed to come out"

"Just get out" yelled Cain.

"If you had half a brain you could use the papers to your advantage" said Ruby.

"How do you work that out" Cain said sarcastically.

"If the French papers put a piece in about Mack then Aaron would see it and he'd come back if he knew his husband was still alive" Ruby explained.

"Oh yes and get arrested coz thanks to you the cops would be waiting to question him" said Cain. "He's still got Meena's assault charge hanging over him"

"How Caleb thinks you lot are the best thing since sliced bread I'll never know" said Ruby "You're all thugs"

"Right lady just get out" yelled Cain grabbing Ruby.

"Just get off me" yelled Ruby biting Cains arm.

"You bitch" shouted Cain letting Ruby go and rubbing his arm.

"She might have a point" said Charity "And Vinny has told the police Mack tripped so they don't know Aaron pushed Mack"

"Right let's contact the French Newspapers" said Cain as Ruby left "If Aaron is in France he might read it"

"But what if he can't speak French?" said Gail.

"Well if they put a photo of Mack in as well I'm sure Aaron would get someone to interpretate it" said Charity.

"It's worth a try Chas if you want to see your son again" said Cain.

"Who do we know that speaks French?" asked Cain.

"Well I know Mary used to be a journalist" said Chas "And I know she's well educated. We could start with her"

"Right what we waiting for?" said Cain.

1.3.24.

#ruby fox milligan #cain dingle #chas dingle #charity dingle #emmerdale #mackron fanfic

[kmnelson-legal-defense]

Now if you still want to prosecute me 'at this time' , I have evidence against you. I'm gonna sit back and wait because I'll get a free attorney out of it. I'm going to show you littering on an Arkansas Road, my property. I'm going to show your tenant trespassing. etc

When I'm done with that I'm going to give sworn testimony that I witnessed Oliver tell John Kendall to put him up a no trespassing sign too

(A female had already came from Oliver's asking me if I wanted to buy some crystal meth. A different female had already tricked me into being used as a potential meth delivery driver.)

then wait about a year and don't ask just put a mailbox in my row.

With it also testimony to any drug related harassment. Then testimony that I heard someone asking me from Oliver's how to cut or divide ephedrine from adrenaline and that John Kendall stole a medical lot but that they didn't know how to cut it.

It made me question some things so I pulled your truthfinder report and 2 of your jobs put you in a position that this could have possibly happened.

Littering like this doesn't look good for a medical sales associate. It might however potentially match with what I heard about manufacturing crystal meth.

Prior to the ruts that were left in my row, I seem to remember a package from Esai inc that got put into my mailbox and a 'high tech' voice saying now it's got your finger prints on it.

Finding those search results certainly raised some serious question marks.

Not done yet. Then I'm also going to give testimony that I heard Oliver saying it before hand, "We're going to make you eat that stop sign!" and that someone said "We can sell drugs in your fuckin yard if we want to and you can't do a damn thing!"

(testimony is immune from prosecution which means if you did try to sue me falsely for slander, the obligation of proof falls on you)

Meanwhile, the entire time I have reported drug related harassment to law enforcement.

I obviously understand what drugs are and the things dealers or runners might do. (Prior incident in Union County)

Such as a cop making an arrest and removing a cash roll from the subject's blue gene pockets at $25,000.00 and placing it on the hood of their cop car....while the subject claims they won it in Nevada at a casino. They will always have unexplained amounts of cash and have to come up with an explanation.

2024

[the-firebird69]

EXCLUSIVE VIDEO: Gunfight leaves three Houston police officers shot

They're not shooting his head is wrong there shooting towards his head and his Trump's guys and they approach his vehicle and it's trying to visit someone and he said he's going to go through security and stuff they wondered why he was acting weird and he said I have to visit prison I don't want to they keep giving him s***ask him what they wanted he has to go somewhere and do stuff and he said we're asking you questions because you're acting suspicious so he said okay what are the questions do you have and they said we're asking the questions here I said okay would you please tell me what the question is so they told him a question and said the answer and then they asked him again he answered again and said I already answered that question so they asked him about 10 questions came back and said we need to know your name again it's not coming up in the computer since you have my license but my name is this and it's the same on the license because that's my name and they said it's not coming up on the computer so he stopped and said I'm not really the computer so he said you're kind of hassling me but I really don't know what's wrong with your computer and they said the name's not coming up and he said it's not really my fault so he said can you call your headquarters and ask him about my name I'll go right there so they called out and they said he's a wanted fun now they did not and then they came up the car he said what for said we want to get out of the car so we can talk to you and he saw a one with a handcuffs out so you took his gun out and started shooting him and then he shot the others and down there he's the law enforcement is a cop so he wrote a report and said they stole my vehicle and they were trying to apprehend me illegally and he gave him the reasons and said that they're working on a case and they're dirty and the cops went after them and arrested them that's going on all over the world people going after the trumps for the money and partially because we're posting stuff and he told us to and he said he can't control the computer and all this s*** so they said we'll see about that and they started going after him again today when he was being rude and following our son and they took him down a couple times and they took him out and they pull them out and he's doing something inappropriate before they told him not to and he kept doing it in other words he's going around doing this to our son over and over and people are noticing it and they're going after him and it took a while and it took other groups to try and stop him these people can't do it they simply get penalized very stiffly and that's why

Thor Freya

We don't like what he's saying about my company but we certainly understand what you're saying it might be the max code and it could be an incredible burden it could be very very heavy and it might be something that we can't bear what he says is it's b******* and all this stuff and we say this you don't own the company and we're going to have factories all over but you're the idiot saying you're running it and you won't let us and you're having me say that I own it and stuff and I don't and they found that out now they're going after you and we would be using you as a human shield and that's the idea and he says it's a great idea and you go along with it but he doesn't think that Trump's going to be around back then at that time he might not last until February and we hear you too but there's a lot of them and it's kind of true there's like 5% of the population and that's enough to be concerned for a few years depending we do understand what you're saying you can shoot ourselves in the foot and the car company and we do know how you're saying if you had a Pontiac Firebird it's already out of business and furthermore he says if it's a Pontiac Firebird and there's nobody running the plant that's all aftermarket parts they would say that his people are out of business and he doesn't care if they say stuff we don't like that part but it's kind of what it would be and they'd be saying it's a defense company and running around after each other that's something to think about both things and by the time this comes around it might be that the trumpsters are pretty much gone and it might have some asinine plan like this behind the sun crap so we're going to go ahead and keep an eye outehan

Megan Merkel

[castle-dominion]

c3x22 to love & die in LA

Ooh a plot heavy episode lol acab Dude it might be easier to hop than it is to crawl idk. Wow mafia lookin dude Lol the sarcastic "scary"

What time of day is this? Castle is here first! Lanie <3 I keep forgetting that bounty hunters are real. Arrest probs. Yep arrest. At least he still has a face.

Just like Murdoch! Ryan taking things back to s1 rly quick here with his outfit like that huh Silencers don't make them completely silent, they just dampen the noise

Royce has nice brown eyes & freckles

Beckett shut it Girl. Girl no.

She has a pic of him with her? That's sweet. (Also reminds me of george crabtree with a picture in his house with an awkward murdoch. if he wasn't so head over heels for julia he would be in love with... well pendrick but if he wasn't head over heels for pendrick he would be in love with george. Remember that time when william asked george out to the christmas ball?)

This is what it's like sitting in the back of a car with my two brothers & they put me in the middle Bro you could stand up to let her out, it's like the bus! It's castle obv. (could clip, but I won't)

I'll be your backup <3

"under the radar" cut to a fancy car Castle is so cocky Ew neat mural... I like maurice. Beckett has some really LA type clothing here...

Mob ties?

WAIT WHAT Guest house, reminds me of Japan. "Me too" XD apparently they went thru several iterations before settling on that.

Their little handshake

y'all PLEASE watch the bonus features if you can. Apparently this IS where they shoot Castle & even the camera ones are literally the ones who work on Castle. She's in rehab???

Raley & ochoa? That's VERY original castle /s. lmao doesn't huerve mean egg? what is that handshake? I love it RC: You're a cop, so it's your job. Rick go talk to ryan about his motivations & then make smth up for Raley! Update: I have now watched the audio commentaries & stuff for s1. Apparently Ryan was a boring character so Dever started carrying around Richard Castle books, probably borrowing them from beckett. Dever went "what is my character's motivation^/" & they said "idk" so he started reading castle books.

KB: *talking abt the case* KB: *trails off once she sees bootleg rysposito* (clipping)

GIRL "HOLA CHICA" IS EASIER TO WRITE THAN "GREETING IN SPANISH" WTF Aw look at them kiss in the morgue. LP: Wait is your friend that top-heavy tramp in reception? JE: Hm? What? HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO DISSOLVE? YOU MIGHT WANT TO SNAP SOME PICS QUICK. (clipping)

Did they call? How did rick learn abt the dissolving bullets? (love how he is on conspiracy websites tho lol) Girl??? Also the lockpick scene was ok except for the fact that she didn't physically unlock the door after getting the pegs aligned Watch ur fingerprints. No all the way back to new york? they're going to go back & then once in new york they'll have to come back to LA If royce can't hunt bounties then he'd totally be a PI Nice to hear LAPD instead of NYPD.

Ooh robbery homicide LMAO IT REALLY IS MUCH WORSE THAN ARREST. IT'S LIKE WHEN YOUR DAD SAYS HE'S NOT MAD JUST DISAPPOINTED. They often say "welcome to new york" & now it's "welcome to LA" & I think it's a nice change of pace.

Ryan outfit: patterned shirt, collared button-up as usual, tie. I love the little brother things here. Imagine if it was martha's acting school. Ryan just held up his fingers to say "line two" but montgomery saw & hun he might just hop on the phone too. JE: Sup girl? Hey she's genuinely being useful in the investigation. Or maybe not, maybe she's just telling them what to do even tho they can do it on their own See? Castle is smart enough

Now this is intense I love it. I also love how the man goes into the office just wearing his surfwear.

Ha not that good. Way ahead of you bro. These two are a great team. (tbh I'm clipping this bc I like seeing them do smart stuff)

Just like castle! Making up stories to mess with you! You're not so bad yourself castle??? Are u in a relationship? If she wasn't I'd say kiss kiss kiss. Huh her nails are painted.

Maurice my beloved lmao no it only melts nazis ok bud Could have yelled "coming, one sec" "We're not on the case anymore" I like Seeger's tie No, seeger went to the house for something. Wait it was for the gal who stole the stuff nvm.

Mum caught on right away that they would use the props YES RALEY/TAYLOR & OCHOA/HERVE! That's the dumbest thing ever I love how he just accepts that

This is so great. Apparently this is the same interview room as usual, they just changed it up a bit to make it look like the movie set. I mean you're right child molesters are the lowest of the low but they usually get killed so they are not actually IN prison. I like how we get to see the dramatic upset behind the set. update: OH it's bc we usually get to see people in the observation room like montgomery $500 is cheap af I wonder if they filmed that for the bonus features of the nikki heat film but they probably wouldn't include Reggie in there. Does this mean I can leave?

She's just walkin by stripping from all of the costume stuff they gave her None of the other ones are before a height measure thing, only Mannis is. He also looks to be above 6' even tho his profile says 6'0" update: THE EASTER EGGS FURIED CROWS

MAURICE! Also I can't tell if this guy is fancy, european, or gay. It's like that song, gay or european, & it's like dirk gently, possibly gay & definitely european.

Wow definitely not new york. Man has a tattoo. Oh of course they couldn't resist a shot of this. Does she have any bullet wounds? Appendicitis scars? I'm into girls but I'm not into this. (I'm into girls like Ryan who is not a girl. He is a lesbian to me though.) What accent is this? She grabbed his wrist now he's the one holding her hand? Weird

I thought that was the original plan lol RC: DOn't poke me! KB: Poke you? I want to kiss you! SO DO IT ALREADY (won't clip)

Decently obvious lie... (BESTIES HOW DO THEY BECOME GOOD ACTORS FOR 5X10 & HOW DID ESPOSITO LOSE ALL OF HIS "WE WERE TRAINED NOT TO GIVE UP INFORMATION" SKILLS?) Why did RM say this to espt instead of saying "you or you"? Also I'd def excpect esposito the "we were trained not to give up information" man to be good at lying. JE: *nods to ryan* RM: *Smiles as the two walk away* They are her brothers <3

RC out of the blue: Can i interest you in one of these robes? Seeger: ? No! Thank you!

Where in the world are they meeting her? Ok but the way Ryan whips his jacket around mm These two are partners & I love them He just answer's some stranger's phone with "yo" lol KB: ... ESPOSITO??? JE: BECKETT??? KB: Are you with mannis? JE, casually: Yeah I just shot him KB: JE: Why r u calling him? KB: Look we need to know where & when ganz is selling those bullets JE: Done JE, to mannis: Where's the deal going down? *gun pressed to his throat* DM: I'm hit man call an ambulance JE: Well my partner's on that KR: Nine, one... what comes after that one? DM: I;m in pain here man! JE gets the location out of him by pressing in on him & putting him in pain (acab) & then bringing the cell phone to the screaming man's voice & then he cracks, that easy, tells em where to go. KR comes in after that asking who shot royce which was a good call. It was Ganz.

the heck does "quarter of six" mean? Do you mean 5:15 or do you mean 5:45 or do you mean 6:15? I would say quarter TO six for 6.30, quarter PAST six for 6.15, third PAST six for 6.20 & half PAST six for 6.30. Yo where did beckett get a gun?

That's a sus buff tattooed guy She says "police" instead of nypd bc she doesn't have jurisdiction here & she is not lapd. Yo, nice knife! Mmm a smouldering cigar Hun u better have the safety on & the gun not cocked. easy way to lose a buttock. Glad we got a shot of her booty tho. She's not my type (except for maybe s1 beckett) but I can still appreciate a pretty lady.

Apparently she had to learn how to vault a gate on set that day in front of a hundred plus people. She tries to do most of her own stunts tho. I never imagined hell looked like you ugh good line good line First names <3 Girl u put the safety on right?

I like their little friendly ending together & then DX rick gives him a housecoat that's so great lol

I thought about it. But I knew I never would. I knew I couldn't

NOTE FROM A DEAD GUY SHIPS THEM. Care & love does not need to be romantic ig... Wait he wrote the note in all caps

I loved the costumes in this episode. V nice. v good.

It was a different episode today! I enjoyed it a lot! & I went five minutes overtime in my watch (I give myself double time to watch it) but other than that yeah I'm happy!

(Got some good clips here today)

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