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If You'll Be My Bodyguard | Part Five

If You'll Be My Bodyguard, I Can Be Your Long Lost Pal Masterlist

Summary: A newly single, and rather intoxicated, Austin lets slip his real thoughts about you, his darling Betty.

Pairing: Austin Butler x Female Bodyguard Reader

Warnings: Language, Residual Reader Injury, Alcohol Consumption, More Parties, More Awards Ceremonies, More Screenings, Michelle Yeoh Is an Amazing Human, Threats of Violence, Ongoing Stalker/Obsession Issues, Mature/Explicit Themes [described oral – f receiving, described face sitting, overheard masturbation – m performing, imagined manual stimulation – f receiving] – 18+ Only.

Credit: Greg Williams

Word Count: 4147

As the cabin light dimmed on the aircraft, somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, you tried to shift subtly as the ache awakened in the muscles of your back. The flight attendants had just cleared away dinner and the passengers around you in first class were reclining their seats to settle in for some sleep while the plane continued its progress towards London. You glanced across the aisle between yourself and Austin, glad to see him sinking lower as he, too was preparing for rest.

He seemed a little less hollow, his face somewhat less gaunt, his eyes less swollen from a constant stream of tears. It had only been three days, but he appeared to have a better handle on his emotions, which you knew would be important for him to survive BAFTA weekend followed immediately by a screening in New York and another in Los Angeles. The close of the voting period for the Academy Awards, March 7, seemed years away at this point.

Only slightly closer than the end of this flight, if your back was going to continue to put up this much protest. Trey had applied a generous amount of topical analgesic before you’d left the house, which you’d also followed up with some oral painkillers. A glance at your watch revealed you still had thirty minutes before you could take another dose. Gritting your teeth, you pressed the recline button on your seat to lay it flat before turning to stretch out on your stomach and relieve the pressure on the throbbing points on your back.

Laying down with your face at the opening of your divider so you could keep an eye on Austin, you slid in one headphone, keeping the ear closest to him free, and put on something soothing to try and distract yourself until it you could take more medication.

“You keep frowning like that and you’ll get wrinkles.” Austin’s soft whisper, accompanied by tips of his fingers gently trying to ease the furrow in your brow, had your eyes flashing open to see him kneeling in front of you.

You snorted once and shook your head. “Wrinkles are the least of my worries…” You whispered back.

“You’re in pain aren’t you…” He frowned and you nodded slowly in reply.

“My next dose is soon; I’ll be ok then.”

“You have a cream, don’t you? Can I help?” He asked earnestly.

“I…” You hesitated, at war with yourself over the propriety of having your protectee rubbing cream into your back versus the relief you knew it would bring, before nodding slowly.

He leaned in closer to whisper directly into your ear. “I’ll meet you in the bathroom.”

The way his lips brush against the shell of your ear, and his warm breath cascaded over your skin, raised goosebumps and shivers in their wake – you knew immediately you had made the wrong decision. But he was already halfway down the aisle, sliding into the bathroom on the right side of the plane. You counted to thirty before pulling the cream from your carry-on and counted to another thirty before following, trying to look nonchalant about the clandestine rendezvous.

Opening the door slowly, he smiled warmly as your eyes met and you slid in, quickly shutting and locking the door behind you.

“I’m really sorry to ask this of you I…”

“Shh, Betty you’re in pain because of me.” His long fingers gently plucked the cream from your grasp, and he gestured with the other hand for you to turn around.

You were pleased that you’d opted for something comfortable in-flight and reached backed to pull the back of your workout shirt up and over your head, leaving your front covered. You heard him sigh softly as the now bluish marks were revealed to his eyes.

“It’s a good thing, they’re making their way through the rainbow…” You looked to him in the mirror and his eyes met yours skeptically before he opened the small tube of cream and gently worked a dollop onto the bruise on your shoulder.

You swallowed thickly at the heat of his touch on your skin, and the serious look on his face reflected in the mirror of the small bathroom. The hand holding your gathered shirt to your chest clenched into a fist as you watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips parted in concentration and you turned your head away from the mirror, the image of him accompanied by the electric feel of him touching you just too much to process as your heart hammered in your ears. He was thorough, ensuring that each of your bruises were well covered before he put the cap back on the cream and turned to wash his hands. You could not help but wonder if the sensation in his fingertips was at all affected.

As you struggled a little to redress yourself whilst also keeping your chest covered, you felt him grasp the bottom hem of your shirt to help you ease the fabric back onto your back without undoing all his hard work.

“Thank you…” You nodded softly and he squeezed your good shoulder before stepping back to let you return to your seat first.

You glanced back at him over your shoulder, smiling though you didn’t quite have the courage to meet his eyes lest he see the fact that you could still feel the ghost of his fingers on your skin, and calmly made your way back to your seat. You lay down, sliding in your one headphone, and waited quietly for him to resume his seat across the aisle from you. The brush of his fingertips across your cheek as he passed sent a shiver through your body and you swallowed thickly as you watched him settle into his seat.

After it was finally time for your next set of painkillers, you were able to doze lightly. You’d debated the need to be alert on flights with the entire team, and Austin, but you despite their arguments to the contrary, you still could not allow yourself to sleep deeply. Still felt the need to lay eyes on him every so often. You’d seen Red Eye, after all. He did not need a pen to the trachea on BAFTA weekend.

The lights slowly flickered on inside the cabin as only an hour remained in the flight and you watched Austin take his bag to the washroom to change before doing to same yourself, re-emerging in your typical dress and blazer, just in case the paparazzi were waiting at the airport.

Refreshingly, the arrivals longue was remarkably quiet this time, and you were greeted by only the domestic security team and escorted to the hotel suite. You were practically dragging your feet by the time you made it inside and turned to Austin to check if you could catch a real nap before the parties for the nominees that night.

“Betty, go to bed.” He smirked before you could even open your mouth. “The lads will look after me, we’ve got five hours before wardrobe comes.”

You somehow managed a nod and shuffled into your bedroom, stripping your clothes, before falling into the sultry embrace of 1200 thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets. The alarm you’d somehow managed to set before succumbing to the nothingness of sleep was a rude and bewildering experience. You cast your eyes about the unfamiliar, dimly lit room, barely able to comprehend where you were before you heard Austin laughing warmly through the wall and it all came rushing back. You hauled yourself from the bed and dug out your outfit for the evening, using the small handheld steamer from the closet to release the wrinkles of the long-haul flight, before showering and dressing.

You emerged looking quite human, particularly in comparison to your earlier appearance, to a sitting room filled with people focused on perfecting Austin’s look for the evening. And perfect he did look in the charcoal grey pinstripe suit with a barely buttoned-up shirt the colour of a stormy sea. The way he glowed after undergoing the same travel conditions as you was utterly unfair but you chose not to dwell on it.

“There you are, darling Betty. Feeling better?” He grinned cheekily as a leggy brunette leaned in perhaps a little closer than necessary to perfect the curl of his hair.

“Yes, Mr. Butler, thank you very much for your concern.” You smiled professionally but your voice was tight – wound around the spike of jealousy jammed into the hollow of your throat. You coughed a little, trying to clear away whatever brought that unnecessary emotion on, and grabbed one of the sandwiches on the provided tray to fuel up for what promised to be a long evening.

Eventually, the cluster of attractive stylists were satisfied that the innately gorgeous man was presentable and filed out of the suite before the pair of you headed down to the waiting car.

“Did you actually get a good amount of sleep?” He asked quietly and you nodded with a soft smile.

“I did, yes. Thank you.” You replied earnestly, now that you were…mostly…alone.

He smiled at you warmly as he slid into the car and you took a slow breath before sliding in beside him, wondering why your heart was having trouble settling into its normal rhythm.

The cocktails at Claridge’s and the reception at the National Gallery we fairly standard events, with free-flowing alcohol and a crowd of gorgeous people all eager to congratulate Austin. The private club at 5 Hertford Street was rather unlike anything you had ever seen and teeming with people from wall the wall. Whether it was the sheer amount of humanity, or the time change, you found the entire setting exhausting. Or perhaps it was the mariachi band playing at the front door. Regardless, you dug deep and straightened your protesting back, following Austin into the throng of revellers and down the stairs to a dimly lit room where he was seated for dinner. You found an out-of-the-way place to stand with the other ‘staff’ in attendance and allowed yourself glances around the moody, Parisian atmosphere of the basement nightclub.

The most striking feature was the bust of a kneeling giraffe in the crook on the staircase that had brought you down here, and you barely managed to restrain the urge to shake your head. Truly, this assignment was leading you to the most unexpected of places. After the last course was served, people began to mill about, exploring the various sitting and drawing rooms on the upper floors. You followed Austin quietly, acutely aware of the number of photographers freely milling about in the crowd and doing your utmost to remain out of frame of their shots.

It was becoming increasingly apparent that, in addition to a roaring fire in nearly every room, the club had also turned up the heat to ensure the ladies in their evening wear were comfortable. You, in your blazer, found yourself unbearably hot and stepped into a hallway to slip off your jacket for just a brief moment of respite. You knew the cap sleeves of your dress ensured your back was full covered but immediately felt self-conscious about your arms.

It was at that moment when Michelle Yeoh and her partner Jean Todt were making their way down the hall. You pressed back against the wall, mindful of the framed pictures, but trying to occupy as little space as possible. However, instead of continuing on her way, as most people did around you, she stopped and turned, fixing you with a warm smile.

“You work with Mr. Butler, don’t you…” She asked warmly and you nodded quickly, introducing yourself properly.

“A pleasure to meet you, formally. I’ve been meaning to tell you; your strength and your beauty are not mutually exclusive. That they exist together is a miracle. Take up that space, you beautiful girl.” She beamed at you, squeezing your arm before continuing on her way.

Staring after her, struck utterly speechless, the laughter and chatter of the party blended into a dull hum as your mouth went dry – you wished you could say you at least thanked her for being such a positive influence in your life. In reality, your mouth had opened and closed several times like a slowly dying fish gasping for air until a shoulder bumped into you as someone made their way down the hall, jarring you back into the present.

You quickly glanced back into the room where you had left Austin and swore under your breath to see him vanished. Very professional of you, to get so distracted that you lost your protectee. You did a quick but calm perimeter of the room before heading through the doorway on the opposite end of it – at least somewhat confident he hadn’t passed you in the hallway you had been standing in. You were somewhat impressed by how much the club had emptied in the last thirty minutes or so, only running into a few groups of people before you reached the top of the stairs going down to the basement nightclub.

You paused a moment, glancing at the other hallways that branched from the top landing, trying to think like a tipsy, blonde, tanned, Californian, Adonis…but then you heard his voice, made husky from the glasses of whisky he’d been enjoying but still unmistakable to your ears, drifting up from below. You stepped down a few stairs before freezing at the words that he was speaking, barely audible above the thrum of the music below.

“Oh Betty…” followed by a sigh of a your real name, “the most incredible woman and she’s just so impossibly pretty…and I know I just ended a relationship, way too early for anything serious but I really…really just want her to crush my head like a grape with her muscular thighs while she sits on my face…”

You slapped one hand over your mouth to try and smother the gasp that fell from your numb lips while the other pressed ruthlessly against your chest to try and keep your heart seated beneath your ribs lest it leap right out of your body. The skin of your face and neck felt like it was on fire and you pressed your back against the wall of the staircase, still out of sight of the floor below, as you tried to remind yourself to breathe.

And yet he still kept talking…musing about how sweet you must taste between your thighs, and you were quite certain you might just expire in that stairwell of London’s most exclusive private club and simply add to its mystery and allure. You heard the floorboards creak to your right and snapped your eyes open to see one of the ubiquitous photo-journalists approaching and stiffened, protective instincts kicking in. Personal conundrum aside, you could not let a member of the media hear him go on like this…and going on he still was. You pushed yourself off the wall and let your steps fall heavily on the stairs as you hurried down to find that he’d been extoling on the supposed texture of your cunt to that fucking giraffe.

“Betty!” His face lit up as you came into view, and you raised both eyebrows as he was seeming even more jovial than the last time you’d seen him. “I made a friend!” He reached up to playfully scritch the giraffe’s chin just as the flash went off on the camera.

“I can see that, well done.” You nodded patiently, sliding your jacket back on, feeling the need for a little armor after his words had essentially lain you bare. “What are your thoughts on calling it a night?”

“That, Betty…That is not a bad idea.” He emphasized each word with a shake of his finger, and you bit the inside of your cheek to prevent a grin, not wanting to encourage him one bit. No matter how endearing a drunk he was.

He posed for one last shot before you carefully corralled him up the stairs and out to the waiting car. He lay his head against the window and immediately began dozing as the driver took you back to the hotel, making you shake your head fondly…and yet you were remained most keenly aware of the words you had overheard him speaking to his new ‘friend.’

Mercifully, he awoke when the car pulled up at the hotel and made his way up to the suite under his own steam. You wished one another a good night, even though it was most certainly morning even in London, and retired to your respective rooms.

When you awoke in the silent dark just an hour later, you were disoriented and confused. You stayed very still, holding your breath and listening so intently that your ears began to ring faintly, determined to figure out what had woken you up. The rich moan that carried through the wall made you jump, seeming impossibly loud in your state of intense focus. It was quickly followed by a heavy sigh and rhythmic breathing. You jerked away from the wall, shifting to sit at the end of the bed, but your imagination was already betraying you with vivid pictures of those long fingers wrapped around what you just knew must be a generous cock.

A ragged groan carried through the wall and had you shooting to your feet, trying to shake the images from your head violently. You quickly dug through your bag for a pair of ear plugs and slid them in, immediately relaxing as the ambient sound around you faded instantly. You slid back into the bed, trying to settle into the sheets, but the damage had already been done. Your traitorous body wanted only to focus on speculating what it would feel like to have those wicked, elegant fingers caress your quickly dampening folds, only to be licked clean by his pretty pink tongue.

With a soft growl beneath your breath, you threw the duvet from your overheated body and yanked on your workout clothes, determined to channel this insistent energy into something much less problematic. You stepped out of your room and nodded to one of the locally hired guys, muttering something about jet lag before hurrying down to the hotel gym to run yourself into the ground. If you were too tired to be turned on, the problem would go away, right?

You were drenched in sweat, your legs aching fiercely, by the time your body surrendered the last spark of desire that first groan had awoken within you. The sun was also most definitely above the horizon, you noted, as you made you way back to the suite after showering in the gym facilities. Thankfully, you could snag a few hours of rest before red carpet prep began. When you slid out of bed later that afternoon, you winced at the quiver in your legs. You’d, perhaps, overdone it.

Massaging in some of that handy cream, you forced your complaining body through the process of dressing and getting ready, joining a similar scene to yesterday. Austin sat, glowing, the calm eye in a hurricane of preparatory activity around him.

“Hope you got some sleep, Betty, we’re not going to be back here until after breakfast tomorrow.” He teased gleefully and you laughed wryly, somehow managing not to reply honestly.

“Did my best, Mr. Butler.” You found some food and waited patiently again, smiling politely as his guest for the evening, Polly Bennett, arrived.

You rode up front with the driver as Austin and Polly chatted away happily in the back seat, collecting their personal items before they made their way down the red carpet. While Austin went on the win the BAFTA that night, your ability to act as though nothing was irrevocably changed between you two should have secured you several prestigious nominations, if not wins, in your own right. Through the nigh-on twelve hours of BAFTA festivities, including the numerous after-parties where an increasingly drunken Austin insisted on hand-feeding you the rich and rarified foods the attendees were served, you maintained a calm yet friendly professionalism.

Things became somewhat easier after the flight to New York as Ari met the pair of you at the airport. With your firearm and your partner, you felt much more grounded and almost as though you could leave the events of the party and the hotel suite back in London. Almost.

Mournfully, your mind continued to subject you to uninvited images – seductive flashes of naked flesh and faces contorted in ecstasy. Similar to intrusive thoughts, the more you tried not to think them, the more often your brain would conjure them up and trot them out before your consciousness.

Unlike most intrusive thoughts, however, these were not entirely unwanted. Inconvenient, yes. Unprofessional, absolutely. But there was no denying that they were born of a desire that had been solidified by Austin’s overhead words and deeds, and that made it even more difficult to stop them from plaguing you…because did you honestly want them to go away?

As you walked down the hotel hallway that Wednesday, it was quiet, save the exchange of conversation between Kate and Austin as they followed you to another set of interviews booked for the day.

“So, your dad arrives tomorrow?” She asked warmly.

“Yeah, he’s driving it all in one day, says he can make it in seven hours or something…” Austin chuckled fondly.

Pulling out the key card you’d accepted from the front desk clerk, you slid it through the card reader in the door handle, waiting for the small light to turn green before turning the knob to open the door. The first hint that something wasn’t quite right was the smell – putrid and sweet. It made you pause over the threshold and reach for the light switch, wanting to see better before you stepped fully into the room.

Coming around the corner, your eyes were immediately drawn to the vase of flowers with a bowl of fruit at the base on a small table under the window. As you moved closer, you realized that the flowers were dry and wilted, heads pointed towards the ground in surrender to death, and the fruit was in varying states of rot and decay – dark brown spots mixed with clouds of mold and gaping, juicy wounds crawling with maggots. There was an envelope addressed to Austin in suspiciously familiar handwriting slid between the vase and the bowl, with a knife plunged into the warped flesh of an orange to really drive home the point.

“I need a burger.” You said quickly and turned, locking your arm through Austin’s, hauling him from the room, right past Kate’s bewildered face.

The phrase was one that was so benign and born of a joke based on the In-N-Out Burger chain, that the door had almost fully closed behind you before she gasped and hurried out to follow. It had been weeks since the team had chosen the pass phrase for a quick exit, and you did not begrudge her the processing time whatsoever. Austin was silent and rigid at your side, matching you stride for stride as you retrieved your phone from your pocket, calling Ari.

“I need a burger. Back door please.” You left the call active but put the phone in your pocket again, wanting both hands free as you guided the group out the back stairwell to where Ari was just pulling up, ever watchful for threats. You were thankful that you’d taken the time to study the interior of the hotel and map the quickest, quietest exit.

The author of Austin’s threatening letters had been here – could still be here. And you wanted to give her the least amount of opportunity to enjoy her handy work.

Only once Austin was safely in the car did you end the call with Ari, climbing in yourself. As he pulled out to head back home, you heard Kate soothing Austin behind you as you called the detective to inform them that there was another letter and potential weapon left at a hotel room. As your call ended, you heard Kate begin one with the interviewers who were to have met with Austin in that room, your eyes automatically flicking up to the rear-view mirror only to be met with two very solemn and heartbroken blue eyes.

You frowned deeply as he looked crushed and exhausted from being constantly hunted, and guilt flooded you from head to toe as here you were allowing your imagination free rein to objectify the man while he was so obviously suffering.

“I’m sorry, Austin…” You murmured softly and he nodded gently, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips before he sank back into his seat. If only he really understood just what you were apologizing for.

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If You'll Be My Bodyguard, I Can Be Your Long Lost Pal Masterlist

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twsthc · 10 months

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twst character playlists 🎧☆

⚠️ warnings: i have bad music taste. also a lot of nightcore. sorry.

last updated: october 10, 2023

🌹 🎼

Riddle: Bôa - Twilight , Laufey - Let You Break My Heart Again , Nakaniwano Shoujyotachi - SHISHAMO

i was thinking about putting in regal classical music or something, but its like, the whole point of riddle is hes a KID and that was taken from him

this is what he sounds like on the inside; a sad teenager lmao

Ace: Estelle - American Boy , Pharrell williams - Hug me , Bruno Mars & Cardi B - Finesse

teenage boy pilled

HUG ME! BRING IT IN! WOOO!!

Deuce: Beastie Boys - Fight for Your Right , Childish Gambino - Girls Look Better , ROAR - Christmas Kids , Wheatus - Teenage Dirtbag

2 people simultaneously agreed hed listen to the Beastie Boys in my discord so here we are!!

Cater: Azelia Banks - ANNA WINTOUR , Magdalena Bay - How to Get Physical , Katy Perry - California Gurls , Mitski - Washing Machine Heart

Azelia and Beyonce are in there cuz pop culture and cater and blah blah blah

i personally think hes a nightcore avril lavigne kid

Trey: BTS - 134340 , Sion - lies , Hyeln Joo - Hair Cut (미장원)

i would give you some super deep and understandable reason for these but.

idk!!! it just sounds like trey. this is what he sounds like.

🥩🎶

Leona: A Tribe Called Quest - Electric Relaxation , MF DOOM - Hoe Cakes , Sade - Smooth Operator , Kendrick Lamar - We Cry Together

i had to consult the african council (my dad) for this one

ATCQ of course, and Sade because my dad asked politely

Ruggie: GROOVY - Jersey Luv , Tay-K I <3 My Choppa , Lil Gnar - Sticky Rice , Odetari x 9lives - I LOVE YOU HOE

i dont have to explain myself to you

(hes african american boy coded)

Jack: Ice Cube - It Was A Good Day , Micheal Jackson - Rock With You , Bell Biv Devoe - Poison , De La Soul - Me Myself and I

i think he would be into oldies and ruggie would tease him for it

micheal jackson stan

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Azul: ABBA - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! , Dalida - Love In Portofino , Caravan Palace - Lone Digger , Caro Emerald - Tangled Up (Lokee Remix)

old sounding music for the "nostalgia" (he wasn't even born during these eras)

the songs that play at the lounge and it kinda got stuck in his head

he fantasizes about preforming these songs in drag btw

Jade: Antonia Carlos Jobim - Girl From Ipanema , Laufey - From the Start , CAPSULE - TICTAC

songs he listens to on long hikes while thinking about violence

Floyd: 41 minutes of Roblox music , Megurine Luka - Tako Luka Maguro Fever , Euday L. Bowman - Twelfth Street Rag , ₳С₴łĐ₳ - PRIVET PRIVET 2009 ST

haha get it spongebob music because hes a fish

(gets booed off stage)

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Kalim: Serani Poji -Pipo Pipo , 레드벨벳 - Day 1 , takeshi abo - LEASE , MAXIMUM THE HORMONE - ChuChu Lovely...

cutie patootie happy-go-lucky songs

i feel like Takeshi Abo - LEASE is what goes through his head on loop 24/7

Jamil: Paramore - Renegade , Bôa - Duvet , beabadoobee - the perfect pair , LeTigreWorld - Deceptacon , Mitski - Washing Machine Heart

Paramore - Renegade was actually a recommendation! thank you yorick :3

otherwise i think rock/soft heartbroken songs go well with him

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Vil: Lana Del Rey - Doin' Time , Magdalena Bay - Killshot , Kitty Kallen - It's Been a Long, Long Time , Mitski - Liquid Smooth

queen. flawless. stilettos. category: bad bitch.

too classy for this world, forever that girl

Epel: KYLE - Don't Wanna Fall In Love , Ram Jam - Black Betty , WHAM! - Everything She Wants , Hot Freaks - I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend

a mix of older and newer songs i guess

i hc he works on a family farm (for fun and allowance). hed be blasting Black Betty in his left airpod while wrestling a sheep in the mud

music taste slightly influenced by deuce and jack methinks

Rook: Vendredi sur Mer - Écoute chérie , Camille - Le Festin , ラムのラブソング , Shelly Duvall - He Needs Me

you know i had to do it to em

okay but these songs unironically fit rook to me idk

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Idia: 【らき☆すた】スーパーアハアハデラックス , 初音PV新作くるみ☆ぽんちお.flv , Caramella Girls - Caramelldansen , 6arelyhuman - Hands up!

the first one represents how i hc he listens to those 16 year old anime tohou remixes on a daily. he injects them into his veins.

nico nico douga war veteran. u u uma uma...

Ortho: Nanoray - DesktopBuddy , METAROOM - S.N.U.F.F.Y

cute and electronic sounding songs!!

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Malleus: Malice Mizer - Ma Chérie , this entire playlist , Yoko Kanno - Green Bird , NASTYONA - My September ,

being honest idk much about malleus

all i know is he would listen to malice mizer and he is gay

Silver: The Smiths - Heaven Knows I'm Miserable now , Burn The Ballroom - Kiss Me You Animal , Wienners - GOD SAVE THE MUSIC

lilia influenced his music taste a lot

Sebek: deaf, doesn't listen to music

Lilia: Mothy - ヴェノマニア公の狂気 , MASA WORKS DESIGN - 狐の嫁入り , Kenshi Yonezu - KICK BACK

trying to stay true to his war general roots while also remembering hes a gamer otaku thing now...

also hes in the "light" music club so

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #music #playlist #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #making this hurt me physically #for some reason the octatrio were the hardest to assign???#despite them being my favorite dorm #hmmm #character playlist #twsthc

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inactivebooo · 1 year

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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓

Trey and Matt are at an interview regarding season 20 of South Park.

Colour code - pink/you , blue/Trey , green/Matt , purple/interviewer , orange/Betty

“So Trey , your daughter Betty voices Ike currently right?”

“Yes! Yes she does , and she does a great job at it, actually my wife - y/n brings Betty to the studio weekly to come visit , and we try and get her into the recording booth but honestly sometimes I just have to follow her around with my phone” Trey laughs.

—flash back—

“Trey quick! She’s babbling-“ you called out to your husband , ushering him over to where your two year old was situated. “Coming- I’m coming!” Soon enough the 47 year old came running over , his phone in grasp. “Betty look , it’s daddy” you smiled at your daughter , prompting giggles from her. “Can you sing the abc’s Betty?” Trey questioned as he pressed record on his phone. “Abcdef..”

—back to the interview—

“She sounds like a sweetheart, what about your wife? Anything you can share about her?”

“Oh don’t get him started on y/n.. he could talk about her all day. Seriously at the studio every 5 minutes it’s like “awhh I miss y/n” great source of entertainment though” Matt laughs. “I’m not that bad Matt jeez , she is really special to me though” a smile grows on treys lips at the mention of you.

—flashback—

It was your wedding day and lord were you nervous. “C’mon y/n , you look stunning” your friend encouraged. “But what if this isn’t enough- what if Trey realises he doesn’t love me anymore?-“ you paniced just a hint. “Y/n. He loves you. And you love him right?” “Of course I do what kind of question is that?” “Then you’ll be fine.. alright? Now get yourself out there your (chosen person)’s waiting to walk you down the aisle.”

Trey on the other hand was cool as a cucumber. “Dude - this is a pretty big moment you know? And I’m glad I picked you to be my best man” he spoke to Matt , who rolled his eyes. “Dude. Who else would be your best man?? I’m obviously the best choice”

[after the actual like “I do” part cause I suck at writing that LMAO]

During your first dance , it felt as if time had stopped. You were in the arms of the man you loved. “I love you Trey” “I love you too y/n”

— after the interview —

“So how did it go?” You questioned as Trey strapped Betty into the car. “You know , same old same old.. let’s get home yeah?”

#trey parker x reader #trey parker #x reader

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liviavanrouge · 3 months

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Twst Next Gen

@anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @writing-heiress

The sound of laughter filled the air, students and parents saying their farewells or chatting with one another. "You girls got everything you need on you in your pouches?"Livia asks smiling at the two second year girls. Ramona nodded, a pouch necklace around her neck, filled with a few items. "Got everything, Mama!"Clover beamed flicking her tail around behind her. Jack nodded, and flicked his ears as his tail wagged behind him. "Don't worry Dad, everything will be fine"Ramona reassures. "Hey guys!" Vil waved, walking past with his husband and four kids. "Hey!"Livia beamed. Vil turned to his eldest daughter, smiling as he fixed her clothes. "Got everything? Allergy medicine, your jumper, stuffed animal?"Vil asks looking at his third year child. "Yes Father, I grabbed them"Anne smiled as Vil fixed the bag on her shoulder. "Did you grab your inhaler, Hunter?"Golden asks looking at the muttering second year boy. "Yep"Hunter mutters working on a gadget. "I'm not even surprised that he entered Ignihyde last year"Vil sighed chuckling.

"Daisy, you be good alright.."Vil adds Golden hoisting Miana up onto his shoulders behind them. "Yes Papa, I will"Daisy nodded. Hunter beamed, his robotic butterfly fluttering away. A reddish brown haired girl with lion ears batted her hands playfully at it beaming. "MITSURI!"Leona calls. "Oh, sorry dad!"Mitsuri giggled hurrying over. "Remember Liana, take care of your younger sister, siblings must depend on each other.."Leona reminds looking at the yawning third year girl. "Yes Father, I got it.."Liana says flicking her tail lazily behind her. "MINTY!!!"Mitsuri beamed tackling Rook's third year son down. "Mitsu! HEY!"Minty grinned lifting her up, looking amused. "How beaute! Our children get along wonderfully, Leona!"Rook smiled. "Because unlike you your son isn't a maniac stalker"Leona huffed as Liana nodded in greeting to Rook's boy. "THOSE TWO on the other hand!"Leona growled pointing to Rooks second and first year sons. Dutch and Hake waved, smiling cheekily at an irked Liana. "RACE YOU!!" Two kids laughed, running past, grins on their faces.

"Jackie! Rina! Come here girls!"Trey calls beckoning to his racing children. The two girls walked over, grins on their faces. "Rina, did you get your stuffed cake plush?"Briar asks brushing some hair back behind her ear. "Yes mother"Rina nods. "Dante, watch your sisters alright"Trey smiled patting the head of a boy near identical to him if it weren't for his yellow eyes. "Got it"Dante nods fixing his glasses. "You too Raven"Briar adds. "I will"Raven chuckles. Ace and Deuce laughed with one another, Allison making sure Hazel and Maddie had their things. "I got everything Mrs Spade"Maddie assures. "I watched her Mom, she grabbed everything she needed"Hazel signed to her mother, Maddie throwing her a warning glare. "I know sign language!"Maddie yells. "HEYY!" Floyd walked over, his daughters behind him. "Yanama, Coral"Hazel signs in greeting, hugging the two girls. "Hey~~"Coral giggled. "Nice to see you"Yanama smiled. Honey tackled Coral down, the two wrestling. "My, My, my daughter is like her uncle"Jade chuckled.

Epel leaped out of the way, his kids laughing at his startled expression. "Shut your pie holes!"Epel commands giving his two kids warning glares. "Sorry Dad!"Betty giggled her mother fixing her pigtails. "I'm not!"Dusk smirked looking smug. "And I raised you, this is how you repay me"Epel sighed shaking his head. Dusk barked out a laugh, then hugged his father. "Sorry old man"Dusk chuckled. "WATCH THE OLD MAN COMMENT!"Epel scolds. Sean walked with Tornado, fixing his deaf sons hair. "Be careful alright?"Sean signed to the boy. "I will"Tornado nodded. Jamil walked after his son, Scorch heading over to the Al-Asim's. "Jamil!"Kalim smiled Virva fixing their kids clothes. "Harry, Sky, Aladdin, be respectful and listen to the adults and dorm heads"Virva reminds. "Yes Mommy, we got it!"Sky nods. Shadow walked over with Thunder and Grey, smiling as his sons ran off with Jamil and Kalim's kids. "How's being a dad?"Jamil asks. "Stressful"Shadow huffed.

Idia hugged his twin daughters tight, Bella and Star chuckling quietly knowing he didn't want them to go even though it was already their third year. "Got your tablets, is my emergency contact number at the top?"Idia demands. "We got it Father"Bella giggled shaking her head. "Hey guys!" Zaiyu walked over with Flame. "Hey Flame!"Star beamed. Citro came over with his twins, Ophelia and Ash waving. "Hey Ash, how are you?"Bella signed to the mute and deaf boy. "Doing good, my fever has gone away"Ash signed back. Ruggie patted his girls on the head, before going through their bags. "Poppy, you forgot your allergy medicine, you're lucky I grabbed it"Ruggie scolds. "Dad, I don't even think they serve blueberries much around school"Poppy complained. "Better to be prepared"Holly quotes. "Like I always say"Ruggie smiled nodding to his eldest in approval. "Whatever"Poppy grumbled.

Riddle fixed his daughters bow, making sure it was tight but not too tight. "There, have you gotten your books and pens"Riddle says. "Yep, got all my books"Mary says. "Riddle!" Che'Nya landed holding his blind sons hand. "Chi-Chi, Che'Nya"Mary greets. Chi-Chi ran his fingers over Riddle's face, the man smiling. "Hi Uncle Riddle"Chi-Chi greets before running his fingers across a smiling Mary's face. "Mary"Chi-Chi smiled. Bandit chatted with Denzel, twitching his ears. "Dad, Tako pulled by braid!"Penny complained. "Bandit.."Denzel frowned. "My son didn't mean it.."Bandit frowned giving Tako a look. "There was a leaf in her hair!"Tako protests holding a leaf in his hand. "Still, that hurt!"Penny snorted. "YOU'RE SO SPOILED!"Tako frowned. Evonie led her husband forward, a bandanna around Azul's eyes. "Lily, do you have your octopus plush?"Azul asks. "D-DAD!! REALLY??! IN PUBLIC!"Lily cried embarrassed. Evonie giggled, flustering their daughter. "Y-Yes...I have It though.."Lily mutters.

Silver smiled slightly, hugging his daughters. "Be careful, stay vigilant and protect one another, no matter what"Silver says Jinlong fixing their elder twins hair. "Yes Father"Hina nodded. "We'll stick together!"Cedar beamed bumping her twins hip with hers. Hina sighed, her stoic look wavering for a moment as a smile tried to break though. "SETH! GET OVER HERE!!" Juniper tackled his younger brother down, the two wrestling. "BOYS!!"Cerulan gasped. Sebek grabbed his sons by the jacket collars, giving them a scolding glare. "Ruh-ro.."Juniper smiled knowing they were in trouble. "Oh my"Neige laughed watching Sebek scold his sons. "Dad, I see Vil and Anne!"Apple beamed. "ANNE!"Apple waved. Anne beamed and ran over, throwing her arms around Neige's daughter, the two falling to the ground laughing. "Hey Neige"Vil greets. Jazzy walked past behind them with Dexter, Cole, Ellie and Hansel heading over to Merryweather. Rollo quietly chatted with Crewel, smiles on their faces.

"I remember the look on Ramona and Clover's faces when they were assigned their dorms, Clover whined about wanting to be with her twin"Rollo grinned. "Your goddaughters are quite the handful"Crewel chuckled. Rosaline silently read her book, Elliot laughing as he chatted with Sam, Alex and Lavender. "This years first years are gonna be trouble!"Lavender giggled. "I was with Vil and his family when Daisy's mirror package came and revealed that her soul matched Savannaclaw! Vil was so shocked, horrified yet proud!"Elliot laughed. "Imagine a Schoenheit in Savannaclaw, but Hunter is in Ignihyde so I ain't even surprised"Alex smiled. "Agreed, this years devils are quite interesting!"Sam chuckled. Faunick smiled as he watched the students and their parents, Flick watching beside him. "Too bad you don't have a wife"Flick says. Faunick looked sharply at him and grabbed his brothers hair. "YOU WANNA THROW DOWN JERK!!!"Faunick demands as Flick yells in surprise.

"Some of the students look strong down there already"Vargas comments Crewel looking unamused. "Well, I hope you can whip the weaker ones into shape Professor, or else your reputation is gonna be on the line"Rollo mocked. Crewel chuckled, liking Rollo. The gong went off, silence filling the courtyard as all eyes lifted to the balcony. "Welcome students to a new year at Diamond Nightsword Academy"Headmistress Gonnal calls beaming down at everyone. "Tomorrow and today will be an exploring day, the day you all can get used to the building and classrooms!"Headmaster Crowley announces. "Parents, you all are welcomed to stay for the rest of today before you say your farewells to your children!"Headmaster Ambrose chuckled. "After school art class has been added per request of a few of the dorm leaders!"Headmistress Gonnal adds. "Everyone enjoy this new school year!"

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shockwave-princess · 2 years

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South Park Concert Night 2! Spoilers + Long Post

The second we got through the main gates to get into the amphitheater - we practically ran into Dian. We were so focused on getting good seats though, we both quickly greeted him and speed walked away 😭. Would have loved to talk to him/get a picture but we were so out of it.

We saw Boogie and Betty again and exchanged waves from across the stage :)

Both nights, Trey would get up and call on a girl named harper or heather or something (it was Betty lol) during the Colorado Farm song. Its a cute moment!

Second night big changes: Governor Polis (Colorado Governor) came out to present Matt and Trey with a certificate declaring August 10th 2022 South Park Day - I might be wrong on the date bc he stuttered on that part lol. But prior to announcing that, he read off of a long script of a bunch of south park references that were tied to Colorado

Other big change: Rush!! Matt was/is a huge fan or Rush, so Trey and the rest of the crew surprised Matt by making him learn a Closer to the Heart. They made him think they were just doing a cover, but then brought out Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson. By far my favorite part of the show, and I am sure I will write a lengthy post when the footage drops bc I have a lot I want to say

Trey gave a shoutout to Anne Garefino, who played a massive part in planning. Unfortunately she has COVID and was unable to come :(

They cut Man Up and a few other Primus/Ween songs they played last night :( Not sure if it was a time issue to make room for the Governor/Rush, or if I heard Matt correctly and they decided to alter the setlist for the crowd. It was mostly rock fans and hippies, so it kind of makes sense that maybe something from Broadway would miss - but I’m just speculating.

It was awesome to see Trey (and other performers) stop every now and then and acknowledge how cool this whole thing was. There were more touching moments tonight, and I think it was great for them to have their whole families, friends, and crew right there.

The backup vocalists killed it! I wish their mics were turned up more when they were supposed to be featured, but they all had great stage presence and were fun to watch. The ASL interpreter was great too!

It’s still so wild to me that I was there!! Like with Matt and Trey?? I am so psyched for the videos. They were both so nice and said they had the best fans in the world - and they gave so much love to Colorado.

#south park concert #south park spoilers #sp spoilers

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real-south-park-confessions · 2 years

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the recent confession about Trey reminded me about the time I watched a reaction channel react to the Vaccination Special, and a couple of the members pointed out how the subplot with Kenny likely parallels his relation with his ex and Betty. I don't want to be too invasive with his personal life, but I do wish he'd find closure and stop adding a layer of discomfort to the show.

#south park #south park confessions

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puppys-rhythm-heaven · 3 years

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it is time.

uh i mean- i'm bored so. only seems logical to name every rhythm heaven character. i have no idea how to word some of these but whatever- it is time.

samurai drummer

karate joe

hair vegetables

squadmates

sarge

air batter

space umpire

the clappy trio

the barista

sneaky spirits

the wandering samurai

yokai

rats

miss whiskers

doctor cutlery

viruses

donpans

yagura-chan

the wizard

uhhh. girl

monkey

gwen (gray penguin)

glacier (big penguin)

gonzales (small/white penguin)

rabbit

tram

pauline

space dancers

space gramps

host

contestant

play-yan

mini chounin

uh. do the akai mono count- cuz uh. them

the rapmen (pretend that's in caps. it ruins my typing style otherwise and i am lazy)

akata to. something or other. i don't know the names that're gay-up (yes i did just say that) japanese-

ninja

lord (such great names here)

the toss boys (aka-chan, ao-kun, kii-yan)

g i r l

monkeys

(do i wait to list tanata orrrrr,,, ?)

cosmo dancers

cosmic girl

the rap women (wow can't believe they don't get capitalization rights)

salu (/mak-k. i never know what's something silver made up and what isn't)

tanata

uh. the ninja reincarnate girl. her

electric fish

i'm not a hundred percent sure on some of tengoku's character names but everything else should be good so onwards.

g i r l (i think she's a different girl-)

note

bandleader

widgets

the conductor

the chorus kids

robo-m

robo-l

pop singer

monkeys

paddlers

blastronaut

shoot-'em-up radio lady

the blue birds

captain blue bird

moai kids (they have separate names but i do not remember them)

moai birds

the love lizards/güiro lizards

stomp farmer

t.j. snapper

the dazzles

munchy monk

dj yellow

student

(they're the best ones- i mean uh-)

taiko rally squad

rally girls

research scientists of love lab

the three synchrettes

the tiny ghosts (spooky, ecto and boo-boo)

dog ninja (is the exclamation point required-)

the frogettes

space kicker

stepswitchers

j.j. rocker

student rocker

(god what is it with students and not getting name rights-)

airboarders

heehee i'm a master at ds' lore but anyways.

marshall

cam

miss ribbon

monkey

mandrill

golfer

robots

see

saw

a boy

his crush

weasel couple

f o r k

monkey

executives

assistant

small monkeys

dough dudes

baxter

forthington

muscle doll

reporter

wrestler

employee (insert the numbers here, if you read it as text its eee-a-spider)

treat spider (almost forgot-)

microbes

demons

ann gler

quicknibble

pausegill

threefish

captain tuck

flippers

pitcher

slugger

huebirds of happiness

rhythm rockets (don't remember the individual names apart from the family model)

uh... these guys? (clearly the best rhythm heaven characters)

bossa

nova

the love posse ft. mc adore (why's she just tacked on at the end-)

tall tappers

the shrimp scamperers

the library school pep squad

thank god we're almost done-

(i'm doing story characters too)

tibby

boondog

plalin

alalin

dieter

courtney

saffron

saltwater

paprika

shep

translator tom

martian

donna

chameleon

(do the tongue lashing guys have names-)

hairold

woodcutter bear

lumbercats

eglantine

trey

the sumo brothers (idk their separate names but they have them)

inu-sensei

monkey/josé (french rhythm paradise megamix)

tangotronic

bertram

mako

monkeys

betty

beary

bearbara

philip

kitties

colin

tibby's mom

monkey/emma (french rhythm paradise megamix)

karate joe's father

hooooo boy i'm never doing this again- this took like. half an hour-

#puppy rambles #rhythm hell #every game. all of them #i have been holding this knowledge in my brain for months at this point #at long last. i have released it #also you can tell i'm biased towards dj school. unsurprisingly-#also also if anyone's wondering why i didn't list the barista until after all the other set 1 characters:#in tengoku the medal corner + cafe's not unlocked until after remix 1 #... also i just realized i didn't even bother listing the goat sfljsfkl #i mean i fucking hate the goat so-#the goat's clearly the worst rhythm heaven character

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survivorozarks · 3 years

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Day 5- Immunity Challenge #2 Results

Alright, welcome back Niangua, Sequoyah, and Taneycomo tribes! Let’s first take a look at the official list of 60 songs that you all were trying to decipher:

Pray You Catch Me- Beyonce

New Americana- Halsey

Not Your Way- Misterwives

On My Mind- Ellie Goulding

The Hills- The Weekend

Hold On- Alabama Shakes

Ego- Beyonce

From Eden- Hozier

Purple Yellow Red and Blue- Portugal. The Man

Gypsy- Fleetwood Mac

Cool For the Summer- Demi Lovato

The Girl You Lost to Cocaine- Sia

Hot n Cold- Katy Perry

High School Never Ends- Bowling for Soup

Gods and Monsters- Lana Del Rey

I Miss You- Blink 182

Head Over Feet- Alanis Morisette

In Too Deep- Sum 41

Leave a Trace- CHVRCHES

My Body- Young the Giant

Little Red Wagon- Miranda Lambert

The Man Who Never Lied- Maroon 5

The Next Episode- Dr Dre and Snoop Dogg

Redemption Song- Bob Marley

Run Around- Blues Traveler

The Sound of Silence- Simon and Garfunkel

Side to Side- Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj

Timshel- Mumford and Sons

Should’ve Been Us- Tori Kelley

This Head I Hold- Electric Guest

Walk This Way- MØ

When It’s Over- Sugar Ray

You Know You Like It- DJ Snake

You’ve Changed- Sia

6AM- Fitz and the Tantrums

Unwritten- Natasha Bedingfield

1901- Phoenix

The Night Is Still Young- Nicki Minaj

Monster- Kanye West

Love Myself- Hailee Steinfeld

Lonely Town- Brandon Flowers

Landslide- The Chicks

Let it Rock- Kevin Rudolf

Sweatpants- Childish Gambino

Intoxicated- Martin Solveig

Heartbeat- Carrie Underwood

Flashed Junk Mind- Milky Chance

Good Girls Go Bad- Cobra Starship

Freedom- Beyonce

Andiamo A Comandare- Fabio Rovazzi

Everybody’s Changing- Keane

Down in New Orleans- Dr. John

California King Bed- Rihanna

Cecilia and the Satellite- Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

Break the Walls- Fitz and the Tantrums

Bottoms Up- Trey Songs and Nicki Minaj

Black Out Days- Phantogram

Bitch Better Have My Money- Rihanna

Killer- Baby K and Tiziano Ferro

All of You- Betty Who

Hopefully listening to short little 5 second clips of these songs over and over and over again didn’t ruin them for you because there are some SERIOUS gems on here!

Anyways, let us take a look at the results. The three tribe scores are 41, 14, and 13.

Our highest scoring tribe, with a score of 41 is Taneycomo!

Congratulations Taneycomo, with the highest score in this challenge you will be safe at tonight’s tribal council. Not only did you win, but you CRUSHED both of the other tribes. Way to turn it around from last round! That leaves us with Niangua and Sequoyah.

Well, the second place tribe who is also safe from tribal council tonight is Niangua! Congratulations Niangua, with a score of 14 (though not the best score in general), you have also saved yourself from having to send home one of your own.

That means that Sequoyah, with only 13 correctly guessed songs, you will have a date with Trace and Michael tomorrow night at tribal council where someone will become the 2nd person voted off of Tumblr Survivor: Ozarks! Your votes are due at 8PM EST on Sunday, March 21st! Good luck!

#Tumblr Survivor #survivorozarks #results

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simplylove101 · 4 years

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2020 Horror Challenge: [8/?]

↳ “It does not make sense that humans deliberately malfunction.”

“Yeah, that's because your memories are filled with ones and zeros, pal, and our memories are filled with every fuck-up we've ever made.” Upgrade (2018) dir. Leigh Whannell

Plot: Set in the near-future, technology controls nearly all aspects of life. But when the world of Grey, a self-labeled technophobe, is turned upside down, his only hope for revenge is an experimental computer chip implant.

Starring: Logan Marshall-Green, Betty Gabriel & Harrison Gilbertson

Another movie that I have thought about watching for this thing in the past but just never did because of reasons (I think it was partly cuz I was confused if you could consider it horror or just sc-fi), but this year I was like, nope, we’re doing it because I was curious. It sounded cool. And what do you know, directed by the same guy for The Invisible Man! lol Watching this after that was actually kinda incidental since I didn’t even realize that until I was looking up the info for this movie so that was unexpected. I ended up really enjoying this, especially because of how Logan Marshall-Green played it. It’s kinda a shame any time I see him I automatically think of him as Trey on The O.C. cuz he was literally not doing much when he was on there and then you see him in a movie like this where he gets a meatier role and he’s clearly having fun doing it, especially with the fight scenes. It’s quite impressive to me how he was able to really move like he was being controlled as if he was in a video game (tho the camerawork should also be credited for achieving that too at parts) This movie works imo cuz he’s so game the whole time. He really did a great job. Now the ending is tragic, which is sad obviously but I guess at least Grey gets to see his dead wife in an alternate universe?? lol Idk, anyway, the story worked for me. Hype was definitely deserved. I think I enjoyed it more than The Invisible Man tbh so there’s that. It was a journey.

#upgrade #horrorchallenge2020

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simplyleez · 7 years

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And even though this ain't right, I just can't get enough - Cheryl/Archie/Jason - Part 1/?

Jason doesn't want to run away with Polly, he wants to stay in Riverdale with Cheryl, even though he wants something they cannot have. But Cheryl started something with another redhead, who has a resemblance of Jason, AKA Archie when she thought that Jason was leaving and never coming back. She confesses this to Jason who isn't mad but rather wants in on the action.

For the Riverdale kink meme: Cheryl and Jason are in love, but it's not something they feel like they can act on. (Despite all the general Blossom family weirdness, there are still a few lines they hesitate to cross.) So they settle for the next best thing: Cheryl goes after Archie Andrews, with Jason's approval/encouragement. In the right light, Archie looks a lot like Jason -- everyone says so. The three of them can be a matched set. And, in addition to approving on principle, Jason's always had a narcissistic streak a mile wide... Could be a canon-based AU where Jason lives, or a full-on Gothic horror/romance AU.

Found at http://riverdale-kinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1356.html?thread=47436#cmt47436

Title from the song 'Last Time' by Trey Songz

Riverdale is a quiet, quirky town. Small in numbers but big in personality. Definitely not paradise but a manageable place to live with the town divided in two and families at each other's throats every other week. The town was somewhat eery but seems so silent especially to Jason. Jason who anticipated running away with the girl of his dreams, except she wasn’t. Jason who wanted out of this town with said girl, they didn’t go. Jason who sorted out how, and why, and when, but didn’t follow through. But why?

Because of Cheryl.

That’s the short answer. The long answer is much more complex, more confusing even to himself. He stayed because he couldn’t bear to leave his twin behind no matter what. When Polly asked him, her face heartbroken, he said that they were just too young and that it was a stupid, impulsive idea that they would both regret. He told the blonde, with on hand around her shoulders and one on her developing baby bump, that it wasn’t right to just run away from their problems, and their families, and the humiliation. They had to face it all, like adults.

She believed him of course. They returned to their normal lives as if they hadn’t just planned on leaving it behind. Polly went back to the Cooper household, she fought tooth and nail beside Betty to not be sent to live with the sisters and she won. It took time but she was welcomed back into the now slightly imperfect family, of course Jason was banned from seeing her.

Jason himself returned to Thornhill, Cheryl cried and hugged him tight when he told her he wasn’t leaving, and he hugged her back, holding each other for longer than appropriate. That night they slept in the same bed, Cheryl’s bed, but Jason was gone before Cheryle awoke in fear of being caught by their parents. There’s still something there between them, unspoken and illicit, but it’s there and not going away no matter how hard they ignore it.

Days turn to weeks and Jason’s escape plan is almost forgotten until Cheryl brings it up again. They’re lying on his bed one day, their pinkie fingers interlinked as they watch one of the thousand vampire movies they own when Cheryl tells him the news. “JJ,” her voice distracts him from the TV so he turns to look at her “I have something to tell you, I’ve done something and I don’t know how you’ll feel about it.” Jason only grew concerned but not too much as Cheryl’s voice was casual and calm, she moved their hands so she was holding his properly.

“Cheryl, what is it?” He asks, straightening his posture slightly to look at her in a serious manner. She doesn’t speak for a while, her red painted lips in a tight smile, he thinks that the colour contrasts her skin in a beautiful way. “When you were busy planning your escapade with Polly,” she practically hisses the girl’s name, Jason finds it adorable that she’s so defensive and jealous, “I kind of hooked up with Archie.” Her eyes leave Jason’s face, instead focusing on the duvet as she feels like she has betrayed him and he has every right to be angry with her.

Cheryl expects him to get mad, maybe shout a little, but he doesn’t. He’s still just sitting their, legs crossed and eyes roaming his twin’s face, “that’s alright.” He says it so calmly but she wants to know how he really feels. She wants to ask ‘are you sure’ or maybe ‘are you jealous’ or perhaps ‘do you wish you were him’, instead she stays silent waiting for his next move.

Jason knows he shouldn’t be mad over something like this, his sister is allowed to go out and date people, and he’s not mad not exactly. There is an unpleasant emotion there, maybe it’s jealousy or greed or possessiveness - he wants her all to himself. That thought gets him. Because he’s always wanted Cheryl, for as long as he could remember. He recalls when they were ten and playing out in the garden, they had kissed each other on the lips for a moment too long to be just a friendly sibling kiss; their mother had come along and scalded them to never do such things again and banished them to their rooms for the night.

But in reality he doesn’t think he would mind sharing Cheryl. Even with Archie. No, especially with Archie. Archie who is now fit as fuck, very honest and innocent, and reminds everyone of Jason. Yeah, he wouldn’t mind sharing Cheryl with Archie, or maybe he wouldn’t mind sharing Archie with Cheryl.

“How far did you go?” He asks almost in a whisper, he anticipates for her to shut him down and refuse to answer him at all. But she looks up at him, her eyes wide accompanied with a smirk. “Not all the way. He was at a party, looking fine as hell, his hair slicked back in a way that reminded me of yours.” Jason’s breath catches and his heart beats twice as fast at this, Cheryl pauses and notices the blush on her brother’s cheeks and continues.

“We’d had a few drinks, not too much that we don’t remember it but enough to loosen us up. I cornered him in a hallway, I complimented him, he complimented me back. I got close to him, real close, he put his hands on my waist and I moved them to my ass. He blushed like a virgin. Nexts things next I had my tongue down his throat for about fifteen minutes, then we went our separate ways.”

“Shit Cheryl,” is all he can manage to say in his flustered state, his face is warm and his hands are slightly sweaty. Cheryl just smiles at him, victorious at how much of a mess she made her brother become just by describing the events. “Are you alright JJ?” She asks, her voice sounding innocent, her smirk anything but, “you’re not jealous are you?” Her big, doe eyes stare at him and she places a hand on his thigh, he attempts to ignore the sensation instead looking back at his twin.

“Um, not exactly,” he responds, her face falls and her hand begins to retreat thinking she’s read the messages wrong but Jason puts his hand atop of hers on his leg. “Well, yes and no.” Cheryl cocks her head to the side at that, expecting more of an elaboration, “I am jealous that he kissed you because I want to kiss you, everyday, anywhere without being, you know.” And yeah she knows, she doesn’t want to face the humiliation or ridicule either, the whole town already hates them and their parents don’t need this either.

Jason keeps watching her, her expression brightens slightly now she knows that he is jealous. “But…?” She prompts him into explaining why he isn’t jealous, well not jealous of Archie but of Cheryl. “But I guess I’m not- well, I’m still jealous but not because he kissed you but because, um, you got to kiss him.” Jason inwardly cringed at his inability to form a proper coherent sentence, his sister was the easiest person to talk to and still he found talking about this difficult. “Oh.” It was all she said in response, he could almost hear the cogs in her brain turning, “Oh!” She’d gotten it, she understood now, and Jason felt even more awkward.

He removed his hand from atop Cheryl’s but she didn’t move her’s, she just looked at him. The look was calculating and devious. Jason doesn’t know exactly what she’s thinking, maybe she’s mad that he has a crush on her crush. But she can’t exactly be surprised because she knows he’s bisexual, he told her after their first combined birthday party, he felt like on that day they were especially close, close enough for him to tell her the feelings that were slowly building up inside of him. Maybe it’s unsurprising because, well, Jason is a little (a lot) narcissistic.

“Well, well, JJ.” Cheryl said as if she had a plan already hatched in her mind, and if he knew his twin well enough (which he did) he knew exactly what she was thinking. They, both of them, were going to seduce one Archie Andrews into their lives, into their relationship, and into their bed.

#riverdale #riverdale kink meme #cheryl x archie x jason #blossomcest #charchie #idk what their ship names are if you know them pls message me #mine #simplyleez

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A lot of mixed reviews about the episode last night - I thought it was cute! It did feel a little short, and I think the pj song went on too long. Maybe its funnier to people with kids or something but it felt like a joke I wasn’t in on.

I know people are also sick of the covid references, but I mean its not going away so Matt and Trey are a little stuck. It’ll be hard to ignore since that’s what’s going on in the world right now.

Expectations are high for them since its the 25th season and they haven’t had regular episodes in two years, but I’m sure they’re also dealing with getting back into the swing of things. They’re coming back to such a tight production schedule, so I hope whatever kinks they have with remote work or anything get figured out. Like idk wtf was going on with Mackey’s voice - Trey sounded fine doing everyone else so idk what happened but that threw me off lol.

I’m just happy South Park is back. The opening with Garrison was very funny, and I hope they use more of the girls in future episodes. I will always prefer the stories that involve the kids as much as possible. Also Betty is so cute! I love that they are including her I think its adorable.

#south park #sp #south park spoilers #sp spoilers #s25

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Lateral Momentum: Leigh Whannell on Upgrade

A tight-fisted sci-fi film conceded with technology's invasion into our well-being, "Upgrade" is about a man who receives a secret experimental computer chip after he is paralyzed in the same incident that killed his wife. A chip known as STEM is able to control his bodily functions—with his permission—and turns him into a super-fighter when necessary. Logan Marshall-Green plays Trey, the man-turned-machine in question, who is trying to hunt down who killed his wife, while evading a detective (Betty Gabriel of "Get Out") who doesn't know of his new condition.

Drawing inspiration from films like "The Terminator" and "The Raid," while having a refreshing focus on action with fight scenes that show Marshall-Green fighting robotically like a computer "John Wick." "Upgrade" is the product of none other than writer/director Leigh Whannell, who is no stranger to challenging genre expectations on a tight budget (as with the franchise-starters "Saw" and "Insidious"), and has a fascinating history of working within Hollywood but not seeking to make considerably larger films.

It's not that Whannell couldn't make a larger action film, something that "Upgrade" proves in more ways than one. But it's a very interesting contrast from his close collaborator on those earlier films, James Wan, who went on to direct "The Fate of the Furious" and the upcoming "Aquaman." But as Leigh and I talk about "Upgrade," Whannell proves that his genre visions are more expansive than just having a bigger budget. In the interview below, we also touched how "Upgrade" has a better look than "Solo: A Star Wars Story," how gaffer tape in "Looper" inspired "Upgrade'"s production design, his penchant for checking Twitter for "Upgrade" hot takes and more.

Thanks for talking today, Leigh. Have you been to Chicago much?

The longest time I've ever been in Chicago is that before I had kids, I used to do this thing where if I was writing a script or it was in the early stages, I would fly to a random city that I’d never been to or that I hadn’t spent [time] and just book a hotel room. I’ve actually met other screenwriters who do the same thing. You never meet other screenwriters because it’s such a lonely profession. I did it so many times and I would spend about a week. What I would do is spend the whole day in the hotel room writing, and then at night I would go out and get something to eat and walk around.

For the first draft of this movie, I came here and stayed on [Michigan Ave], I forget which hotel it was. It was the middle of winter, and I remember every morning I would look out my room and there was this thick, white, that cloud that settles in. But I loved it. I think of “Upgrade” as a very noir film, and it felt very noir-y to me, walking around Chicago at night with the elevated train. I was really like, not to sound too wanky, like method writing. I’m gonna method write this one. I took all these photos, I wish I had my laptop so I could show you all the photos.

That’s funny you mention other writers, because I noticed Simon Barrett’s name in the “Thank You” section for the closing credits. This movie has a vibe like his previous script, “The Guest.”

Yeah.

Did you guys talk about "The Guest" at all?

Yeah, well he actually lives down the street from me in Los Feliz in Los Angeles. He’s close by, and him and ["The Guest" director] Adam Wingard have become friends of mine. It’s interesting in LA because there’s a horror community of horror filmmakers, but it’s fractured. It’s kind of clique-y in some ways.

What’s the definition of your clique?

I’ve realized that I don’t have one. It’s basically me, Adam Wingard and Simon Barrett, we’re like the three “Sandlot” kids, the losers over there in the corner. And he’s a good friend. I like catching up with Simon because he’s got a lot of opinions, we can just talk for hours about stuff. And he was getting involved with this film, and the reason that I gave him thanks is that he read a draft of the script, and then he saw an early cut of the film.

But it’s interesting that you mention “The Guest,” because I think it was an influence. I actually saw that film before I knew those guys. I got to know them by--it’s a classic 2010 story. I DM’d them and said “I loved your movie 'The Guest,'" and we ended up catching up over drinks. But I remember seeing that movie in the theater and really responding to that Carpenter-esque, fun genre. As soon as that title card comes up in the Carpenter font, I knew I was in for a good time. And I think it was an influence because if you look at "The Guest," it’s kind of a low-budget genre film but it’s aspiring to be this kind of sci-fi action film. A lot of low-budget genre films you see are horror movies, because horror is the friendliest movie to lack of money. But “The Guest” has machine-gun fights. I really think you’re right there, I think it was a big influence on the film.

Speaking of horror and budget, "Upgrade" seems to languish on that low budget, as well. Do you find, especially with how you started with something like "Saw," that you languish with a lower budget? Or are you working towards larger expensive projects?

The thing I love the most about low budget films is the creative freedom. The fact that they don’t really have time to ask you a zillion questions, even if they want to. Big studios have the money to prolong these development periods, and they pay for the right to do that. They’re like, “ah, you want to complain about my notes? How about this check? Will that cure your complaints?” Whereas Blumhouse is like, “Ah, I’ve seem to have lost my checkbook … how about we just shoot it as is?” [laughs] I like the immediacy of that, when you’re getting the notes to the script, you know that the shooting of the film is not three years away, that they’re not going to shelve it. It’s something that is actually going to happen, there’s kind of a forward momentum at Blumhouse that low budgets give me, and I’m kind of addicted to that forward momentum. I’ve done one film with a proper studio, and it was that very prolonged period with two years later it was like, “So, are we making this, or?” And while I just keep churning out drafts, “is this the seventh circle of hell? Am I dead and I don’t know it?” [laughs] I do think that is attractive to me because what you end up with is your film, and so there’s certainly not a burning desire for me to go and do a big tentpole movie. I think a lot of people think that desire is a given. I’m not using “Upgrade” as a ladder to something.

If you wanted, you could.

Exactly. Even my own agent is like, “Of course, right? You want to move out of the slums? Right? Get an apartment on the Magnificent Mile?” There’s a real assumption on the part of everyone that ascension is the goal, and I think people are kind of mystified when you want to make lateral moves. Like, “You want to make another low budget film? Do you know that Marvel is actively looking for directors?”

I think what do happens is that the flattery of being asked to do one of those movies is probably overwhelming, that phone call. You can stand there all day and say, “I do NOT want to make one of those … hello? Do I? Yes I do.” [laughs] I think you get drunk from the flattery of that. So, in short, who knows what I’d say if that phone call came. But right now, I think I’m keen to keep exploring this little niche of trying to achieve champagne on a beer budget.

You and James [Wan] started together but have gone in completely different directions. How does he rationalize that to you? Are you guys still friends? He’s in the movie and the "Thank You" section in the credits as well.

Yeah, he was there, and I definitely asked him for advice. I remember in the middle of his busy schedule of editing “Aquaman,” I dragged him out to lunch and was like, “Ok. How do I shoot a car chase?”

He’s done a few.

Yeah, he’s done a movie that was all car chases. And so it was interesting to be sitting in this Mexican restaurant in LA, and him grabbing the salt shaker and being like, “OK, you really want to shoot low, because you want to be looking up at the cars.” So he gave me his tips on that, and it’s great to have that involvement. But in terms of where he’s gone, he’s always wanted that. Like, the first day I met him at film school, it’s that nervous first day of university when you’re meeting everybody. There was a circle of us in some food court. Everybody else--it’s film school--was like, “I’d love to make something like Wim Wenders’ early work …” and James was totally unashamed to say, “I want to be James Cameron. That’s what I want to do.” And of course everyone is [coughing sounds]. But watching him make these huge movies is like watching him get to the place he always wanted to be, which is not so the case with me.

But you want to make those kind of "lateral moves." And this movie is based on the the challenge of what you have, what's inside the box.

As a kid in the ’80s, you’d go to the video store and all of the sci-fi movies lived in that box. Before the advent of CG in the early ‘90s, you probably also remember that watershed moment when “Jurassic Park” came out, and people were going to see the movie just to see that moment, it was like a civic duty to go see that dinosaur movie, and it was like “Whoa.” It was like one more step, it was the monkey throwing the bone in “2001,” like, “Oh my god, the medium of film just took a step.” But prior to that, it was the height of practical effects, so that give birth to things like “Robocop,” “Total Recall,” “Terminator,” that era of sci-fi movies that sort of had to live within this area.

And I do find these days that the huge CGI extravaganzas, there is a slight numbing effect, because if you can do anything, nothing means anything. With those films that lived within that box, they had to get really creative with the way they presented the science-fiction. “Robocop” shot in Dallas because Dallas had slightly futuristic-looking buildings back in ’87 [laughs]. That to me is an example of how that production had to get creative with the future. I really used those movies as the inspiration for this. this is the watermark of what we’re trying to do with ["Upgrade"].

I have to say that I saw "Upgrade" right after "Solo: A Star Wars Story", and your film looks so much better. The cinematography in "Solo" is very bad. It’s really filtered and washed out. "Upgrade" was very refreshing in that way.

Do you think it’s something they have gone for deliberately, like let’s go for this look?

Kind of, but it really numbs the image.

Is it a retro thing maybe?

It’s not like how they light previous films. Nothing pops. It’s very drab. And [cinematographer] Bradford Young ...

He’s an amazing.

It’s tragic.

It’s not a guarantee that giant budget is going to look perfect. It’s a guarantee of color and movement and noise, but it’s not a guarantee of this seamless transition. I wanted something really tactile.

A modern example of that for me is something like “Looper.” I thought “Looper” … I loved the lived-in feel. Remember when he walked into the place where all the loopers hung out, and you had to put your gun in a box? Everything was so greasy. I remember one piece of production design that I really zeroed in on when thinking about “Upgrade” was the box that you put your guns in was just kind of gaffer taped to the wall. And I think a lot of future-set movies, just as an automatic go-to, they go a bit shiny. Of course everything is going to be cleaner and nicer in the future. And they’re not going to stop using gaffer tape to stick things down that fall. So I really zeroed in on that, and said to the DP of the film, “You see that bit of gaffer tape?” And he’s like, “Yeah.” “I want floral lights, shitty ones, that blink on and off. Dirt smudges,” and I think there’s a tendency ... see this stuff? [pointing to some scuff marks on the wall]. This is what I wanted, and there’s a tendency with production designers, especially if the movie is in the future, to make this shiny. and I said, “No, no, no. Leave this stuff.” And then there’s certain sets where we went a bit future-y, Apple Headquarters.

But it’s good when you say you notice stuff like that. You realize that in cinema, even the tiniest detail registers in the audience’s eye. The information goes in, even if they’re not consciously looking and noticing the piece of tape or that mark; the human eye and brain is able to process it and push it to the back. So it’s been a good lesson for me, this movie, in how much people notice. Even the little things that you never thought people would notice in a million years, they’ll bring up.

Or, if they notice it and it seems wrong, it will take them out. When you think of audience are you thinking about that as well?

Yeah, I really am. And you know what’s funny, is that you’re really taking reviews into account. I notice when you read interviews with directors, I hear a lot of things like, “You know, you can never read reviews. If you believe the bad ones, you’ll start to believe the good ones,” or something like that. And that sounds like a really healthy policy. But I feel like it’s an impossible task to put something out into the world and then ignore the world’s feedback. And in the most direct form of that feedback are reviews, and I guess now in the social media age you can get direct feedback from audiences. I’m definitely, I’m not going to lie to you, straight after every screening I’m scanning Twitter.

You’re going to get tagged so much more, now.

Yeah, Zombiegirl15 in the suburbs of chicago. I want you to know that I read your tweet. You think you’re shouting into the void, but I read it. And it hurt! It hurt when you said that “Upgrade” was predictable. [laughs]

It all goes in, and I think you end up filtering that. So when you ask about the audience, I definitely sit there and I go, “I’m in the audience, watching this movie, what’s going to be the thing that takes me out?” You mentioned the camera work with the locking to the actor, that was something that we had to calibrate. What is the point where somebody goes, “Ah, this movie is giving me vertigo! I hated the fight scenes.” There have been certain friends of mine and critics, without naming names, who have said about other films, “God, the fight scenes made me dizzy.”

Like the Jason Bourne movies.

Yeah, it’s like, put it on your shoulder! [laughs] Who’s punching who? Wait, he won?

You have some very clean action in "Upgrade." I don’t know if "John Wick" was a direct influence but it looks like it.

I like pointing the camera at the actors and letting them fight. Don’t let the camera do the fighting for you, and don’t let the camera give them the adrenaline hit. Let the people in the frame do that. Which is tough. I think if you’re doing "The Raid," you have these amazingly trained actors. We didn’t have that. So it was like, “How do we do ‘The Raid’ without their stunt team?” So we tried our best, and that little camera locking technique, where we actually strapped an iPhone to Logan under his clothes, and the camera locks to the phone, so whichever way Logan moves. So if he bends backwards, the camera will go with the phone, so it’s quite simple. It’s all done in camera. And the trick was “What’s too much?” I don’t want want to make everyone sick if the camera’s doing this, but it’s just a matter of fine-tuning. Here’s a little sprinkiling of it, and we’ll come back to it.

The camera recognizes the iPhone?

The center of the camera locks to this app, and you turn it on, and I put the phone under your clothes, strap it on, and when I’m holding the camera housing, it will do what you do. The camera will follow. It’s a really weird technique, but I think when you apply it to fight scenes, it’s good.

You said you didn’t have Raid actors, but you could have convinced me otherwise. The choreography is so clean, and the camera is so focused.

Well, that’s another lesson going into the next film. When you think you may be lacking in something when making a film, if you make a film right you’re actually not lacking it. If you make the film right, if you do your job, people won’t be saying, "Well, he didn’t have 'The Raid.'" They’ll go with it!

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Abbotts Creek: Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not know Zak Bagans...like at all. I'm writing this on request and you have no IDEA the amount of research that I had to do. I also have nothing to do with the show Ghost Adventures...the Travel Channel owns that...and of course, Mr. Bagans owns himself...I hope...

Author's Note: Abbotts Creek is a real body of water in North Carolina. I used to live thirty minutes away from it. One night, not long after my husband and I were married, we decided to take a drive at two in the morning to the creek after I read about it being haunted in a library book – smart, right? We had our dog, Novalee with us. The minute my husband turns onto Abbotts Creek Road (which runs along the creek), I start having an anxiety attack – heart beating fast, having trouble breathing – the works...and I didn't even know we were beside the creek or even close to it. My husband was following a silent GPS that I wasn't paying attention to and it was too dark for me (I'm night blind) to see anything. My husband didn't even remember seeing a street sign (the GPS told him where we were) so I KNOW I didn't see it. The creek was blocked from view by trees and completely invisible in the dark. My husband decides that I am freaking out enough so he's not going to tell me where we are. He's just going to drive the ten-minute length of the road and turn back onto the main highway. We aren't even half a mile onto the road and Novalee starts losing it in the backseat at the same time that all of our windows fog up. Now, Novalee was one of those weirdly silent dogs. She wasn't a very vocal animal so when she did bark or growl we immediately paid attention. She starts growling low in her throat and showing her teeth...I had never heard her sound or look so mean and I never did again after this (and she was a Jack Russell Terrier. Their hunting dogs. I never heard her make that noise when she was trying to catch squirrels or birds...not even on the rare occasions when she caught them). She started pawing at the window button because the annoyingly smart dog learned how to roll it down when she was just a puppy. She gets the window down just a little and goes to jump out of the window of a moving car. My husband had to roll up the window and put the window lock on. Needless to say, he did an illegal u-turn in the middle of the road and got us out of there real quick. When we are safely back on the brightly lit highway, my husband finally tells me where we had just been...and there was more. He goes, “Hey babe, you know those Dementor things from Harry Potter?” I tell him that yes, I'm a mega fan so of course, I do. He says, “In the movie, Harry said they made him feel like he would never be happy again...and that's totally how I just felt on that road.”

Very long story short, I 100% believe all the legends saying that creek and area are haunted. There are so many supposed reasons for it being haunted...I will use one in this story later so I am not going to tell you any of them. Google was invented for a reason if you're that interested.

Author's Note II: This story was written on request of @LordMeyers1996 over on Wattpad.

The Story House

Kernersville, North Carolina

May 2009

“Nana, if you have any concern for my sanity you will tell me that you are joking.” I pleased as I rested my head face down on my desk. I knew Nana Betty could be a bit out there but she wasn't this crazy.

“Their show is very popular,” Nana Betty defended herself. I'm pretty sure she was seated at her desk but from my position, all I could see was the shiny polished wood of my desktop. “Plus, even you have to admit that things have gotten worse lately.”

Almost as soon as she said this a loud thunk – like the sound a piece of heavy furniture made when it was dropped – came from the third floor. Neither me nor Nana even bothered to look up. Sure, we could go and investigate but we would be wasting out time. Everything in Jacob Story's bedroom would be exactly as it should be. We were used to that noise. This plantation had been in our family since 1756. I had been raised in this house and ghosts were real...and they didn't scare me.

“That's just Jacob. Williow was in his room dusting this morning. You know how much he hates it when people touch his things.” I briefly wondered if I was insane. I spoke of my long dead ancestor like he was my (living) grumpy uncle who lived in the guest room.

“You know I'm not talking about Jacob!” Nana Betty snapped so sharply that I actually picked my head up to look at her. “I'm talking about whatever moved in after GiGi died.”

GiGi is what he had called my great-grandmother. The old woman had lived long enough to see the sinking of the Titanic, women get the right to vote, two world wars, and man's first steps on the moon. She had died last year one month shy of her one hundredth birthday.

Ever since GiGi had died something evil had descended on the plantation. Stoves and electric heaters turned themselves on when no one was around to look after them. This had caused several small fires to break out. Nana Betty and I had both encountered a hooded figure. Guests who stayed overnight were scratched and bitten by unseen forces.

“The entire plantation would have gone up in flames if Trey hadn't forgotten his cell phone in the kitchen and come back for it.” I knew that she was right. According to Trey, who was the plantation's chef, when he arrived in the kitchen, the flames on the stove were over a foot high. “We need help, Persephone.”

“I know we need help,” I sat back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest. “But couldn't you call a preist...or the Winchesters? Why did you have to call a reality TV show?”

“This is North Carolina...finding a priest is about as easy as finding a liberal at the Republican National Convention.” Okay...point to Nana Betty. We weren't exactly swimming in Catholic churches. Baptist churches on the other hand...if I threw a rock I would probably hit two and a reverend. “And I don't know these Winchesters.” Nana Better shook her head in confusion. “Who are they?”

Oh dear, sweet baby Jesus, I really needed to get Nana Betty to watch more TV.

Because of my almost pathological need to be a smartass I spent a good portion of the rest of the afternoon explaining the life stories of Sam and Dean Winchester to my grandmother.

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