#Jonesy being perfect as always | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

workingforthewidow · 8 months

Text

‘Sweetest of the Sunflowers’

This started off has an HC list of the Sinclairs dating twins but then it took on a mind of its own and now its over 25K words and I have no end in sight. So I’ll post a portion every couple days! Title inspired by Sun to Me by Zach Bryan you don’t have to listen to understand but I think it fits the way the story is heading :)

Summary: Twin sisters Catherine (Katie) and Caroline end up in Ambrose after their car breaks down on their drive from Georgia to California. Bo convinces Vincent they should keep the girls and make them their wives. A twin for each twin. Will the girls escape? Will they learn to live their new lives? Will they even survive?

I have a post where I kinda give some insight on certain aspects (ex- I hc Vincent ‘can’ talk but doesn’t like to and why) here

This is for 18+ only minors DNI just go watch the movie with your parents permission.

Warnings: kidnapping, forced marriage, dub-con, attempted non-con, abuse, Stockholm syndrome, age gap (15 years- K&C are 19 Sinclairs are 33 soon to be 34 yes we will have a birthday party for them). Don’t like it don’t read it.

So welcome to the first chapter of this story!

Tag list: @ostricx (let me know if you want to be tagged!)

Bo couldn’t hold back the smirk when they walked in the shop. Two beautiful twins. They were identical with the same dark chocolate hair and hazel eyes that seemed almost green in the lights but they were different- one had her long hair down and following freely in wavy curls looking lost in space as she wandered around his shop while the other had half her short hair pulled up in two buns and was trying to explain what was wrong with their car looking very focused on getting back on the road. “Well doll it’ll take me a while to go over everything. Why don’t you go on up to see the town jewel. House of Wax, just go on in I know the owner you’re safe.”

“Okay. Thank you so much. Come on, Caroline.”

“But Katie, why can’t we just stay here? I don’t want to walk anymore.” The one with curls, Caroline complained. Caroline, pretty name for a pretty girl.

“Just come on. This is your fault anyway. I can’t believe you have never taken your car to get checked.” Katie huffed out grabbing her twins arm pulling her to the door.

“Well sorry some of us weren’t so far up dad’s ass to learn all the special shit about cars, Catherine.”

“This is basic knowledge Caroline, don’t go full name on me. Let’s go.”

She was finally able to pull her out the door and towards the museum.

He knew what was wrong with the car it needed oil- from what he just heard hadn’t been changed in a while or maybe ever. But he had no plans on fixing that anytime soon. He made his way through the underground tunnels to find Vincent, “Vinny you ain’t gonna believe what little slices of heaven just fell in Ambrose. Walking through town like angels.” He said forcing Vincent away from his work and up to the museum so they could watch the girls.

“Oh my god this stuff is creepy. It’s like a house full of dead people.” Caroline said with a disturbed look.

“1. Be nice someone worked really hard on these. 2. They aren’t creepy they are cool. The artist is so talented.” Katie scolded her sister and continued to admire the art.

The boys continued to follow them around the museum until they had seen everything. Suddenly Caroline gasped, “A puppy! Look, look! Hi puppy.” A black and white dog trotted over to where the girl had squatted down. “Oh she’s so cute. Do you think she lives here?” She looked up to her sister.

Katie sighed softy almost a laugh and bent down with her sister, “Probably, she seems content here. She probably belongs to the owner of the museum.” She looked at the dog’s collar, “Jonesy, that’s a cute name.” She scratched the pup’s head before Jonesy licked her arm, “A sweet baby too.”

The girls loved on Jonesy a few more minutes without noticing the watching eyes on them.

—-

The boys went back to Vincent’s studio under the museum.

“So what ya think? We could keep them. I’ll take the curly hair and you can have the other one. She seems to appreciate what you and Mama do.” Bo looked at his twin who had already started getting back to work. Vincent shook his head and continued working. Sure the girl was beautiful and it was nice to have someone besides his brothers say nice things about his art. But he could never live a normal life like Bo or Lester could.

“Come on, Vinny. I think its time we find us some girls. Get to work making Ambrose full again.” Bo wasn’t backing down.

Vincent scribbled fiercely on a notepad and thrust it at his brother, ~Do whatever you want. Maybe Lester wants the other one~.

“Nah, it’s perfect for us. Twins and twins. I know you think she’s pretty.” Bo said tossing the notepad back letting Vincent write out his reply.

~How do you expect this to happen? How is it going to work?~

Bo read over the replied and chuckled darkly, “Easy. Knock ‘em out. I’ll bring mine back down under the shop and you bring yours back here. They gotta listen and cooperate eventually if they want anything.” Of course Bo’s plan was by force. Vincent thought it over knowing his brother wouldn’t back down. It would be nice to have someone has his own. He had been alone for so long since Mama had died. And if this girl liked his art than maybe she could learn to like him, even love him.

He finally turned fully to look at Bo and nodded his head.

“Well damn that took less convincing than I thought it would. Okay they should be back at the shop by now looking for me. Just gotta get behind them and grab.” Bo smirked and started walking away with Vincent trudging behind.

—

‘Oh no the cute car guy is gone.’ Caroline thought as she and her twin walked in the door before speaking out loud, “Where’d he go?”

“Maybe he’s in the back or something. Let’s just stay here and wait. Then we can keep going. We’re almost halfway to the coast.” Katie said stepping back looking around for any sight of the mechanic, Bo he had said his name was. Then she heard what she thought was a footstep behind her. “Did you hear th…” before she could finish her question a rag was held up to her face and a hand wrapped around her waist from behind. The rag smelled funny and her eyes grew heavy before she went limp in the arms holding her.

“Hear what?” Caroline was about to turn around to face Katie when hands grabbed her from behind clapping a rag over her face too. She tried to scream but nothing escaped as she too grew tired before everything went black.

#slashers #house of wax fic #house of wax 2005 #house of wax fanfic #slasher fic #slasher fanfic #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #brian van holt #house of wax #Jonesy being perfect as always #Jonesy will become the main character #I’m kidding #maybe #i love Jonesy

26 notes · View notes

loveandmurders · 4 months

Text

You belong to Ambrose IV (Poly!Sinclairs x f!reader)

Alright, I was supposed to post this a lot sooner but life got in the way. It's finally here, and I hope you'll enjoy it like you did with the other parts.

This is the final chapter of the "You belong to Ambrose" series that you can find in my House of Wax masterlist.

This is the direct continuation of last chapter, that you can find here.

Warinings: no proofreading, mentions of murders, violence, sexual desire, very morally grey reader, angst/kinda comfort

A part of you wanted to let the Sinclairs win you over. But another part of you wanted to believe you were a good person. And a good person couldn’t love murders, especially not the murders of their own friends.

You wanted to get away from their touch, but the twins were too touch and love starved to let you get away from their hands that easily. They were both trying very hard to stay calm, because they didn’t want to scare you off. But truth to be told, they had no idea how long they would be able to keep it together if the love of their lives kept pushing them away.

The front door opened and Jonesy left the three of you to run greeting Lester. You were thankful for this distraction, especially when Lester called his brothers’ names, surprised to not find them in the living room or in the kitchen. He knew they couldn’t be sleeping, not when things weren’t fixed with you.

“Comin’” Bo replied.

The twins got up and they helped you doing so as well. You clearly couldn’t go back hiding in your room now. They gently guided you downstairs and Bo settled in the kitchen to fix something for you. You greeted Lester without showing any expression on your face. You weren’t too sure what to do. Lester shyly smiled at you and moved a hand behind his neck, as his eyes drank in the sight of you.

“Hey, Y/N. Ya lookin’ real beautiful, ya know. I thought so the second I saw ya. Ya’ve always been pretty, but now, ya’re just as perfect as a goddess.” Lester said. He had always been the one showering you with nonstop compliments.

“Thanks Lester.'' you simply said, as you didn’t want to seem to enjoy the sweet words coming your way.

You sat at the kitchen table with Vincent and Lester.

“And it’s really nice to have ya back home, because your absence was all drivin’ us quite crazy. It was hell actually” Lester softly babbled again, because he couldn’t help when he was around you.

“You all seem to have done pretty well without me” you tried but the three men exchanged looks. They really hadn’t.

“We’re talkin’ ‘bout ya all the time, ya know. I think ya’re our favourite subject of conversation; the only one we can have without arguin’. We always agree we want and need ya back home” he admitted which made the twins groan but they didn’t stop Lester from talking. It was good that one of them was that straight forward about their feelings for you. Vincent even hoped it would help relax you around them.

“Ah yes?” you couldn’t stop yourself from being a little bit curious, and flattered about it. “Don’t see what you can talk about though” you hummed with a shrug. But Lester quickly shook his head

“Ya’re the girl of our life, so of course we’ve got a lot to say ‘bout ya” he brightly smiled and you looked away, feeling yourself blushing.

“Didn’t know Bo rubbed on you and you became a sweet talker yourself” you replied to hide your emotions. Vincent snorted in amusement, Bo arched an eyebrow at you and Lester blushed as well.

“Just speakin’ the truth” he defended himself and you hummed. “We never stopped bein’ in love with ya. Never stopped thinkin’ ‘bout ya.”

You all stayed silent after that, but it wasn’t as tense as before.

You thanked Bo for the food and ate, lost in your own thoughts. You could feel the boys watching you, but you were used to it. You had always been the centre of their attention. And you used to enjoy this very much. You could really pretend that nothing happened, that you never left Ambrose. You knew the three men around you would like that very much. Especially when for the moment, they had to keep their hands to themselves.

They all wondered what you were thinking about but they didn’t want to upset you even more than they already did, not when your relationship was on a thin line like that.

The more you thought about the situation, the clearer you realised you were mad at them because they killed your people. Your friends deserved a happier and softer ending. You were quite heartbroken still. And you knew it was your fault too.

It was your fault because your fate has always been to get back to Ambrose and you should have come on your own. Destiny wanted your road trip to end in the Sinclairs’ arms, and it was certain the brothers wouldn't leave anyone around you. They were jealous and possessive beasts. You hated how conflicted your emotions were: you were mad at the brothers and at yourself, but you were also very relieved to be there. You were home. You were where you belong. You would forget about your friends soon enough, once the guilt would wear off, like it always did. You weren’t such a good person, and you knew it.

And yet, you were the brothers’ angel, perfection, goddess.

You kept thinking and you realised your mother was a “problem” in the not so planned Sinclairs’ objective of having you back. They could kill your friends, but they couldn’t kill your mother so easily. And she would notice your absence, and she might call the cops and tell them about Ambrose if you went missing for too long. And your dead friends… You couldn’t believe how impulsive the brothers had been. You weren’t too surprised though; they couldn’t think straight around you.

“You really are idiots, sometimes” you whispered but they heard you. They were relieved to hear you talk to them.

“Why that?” Bo asked

“You killed everyone but… what’s the plan for my mother?” you said and the boys exchanged a look.

They had talked quite a bit about it earlier that day and they didn’t know what to do. Their priority was having you, but they were aware they would need to deal with this as well. And quickly, before they could lose everything forever.

“What do ya offer?” Bo asked and you chuckled

“Not my mess” you replied and he frowned

“Ya didn’t tell her anythin’ earlier. I know ya’re on our side” he pointed at you “Ya ain’t wantin’ to admit it but ya’re happy to be in Ambrose again. It’s why ya came so close by. Ya were just afraid we’d kill ya or hurt ya, but now ya see we only want ya back, ya want to stay” he said and you hated how close to the truth he was. You refused to acknowledge his words as you bit on your bottom lip.

“She knows about Ambrose and she knows about my road trip with my…” you sighed “She knows. She’ll worry, she already started to do so.”

“This is indeed a problem” Vincent agreed

“But ya wanna stay, right? And don't wanna anythin’ bad happenin’ to us?” Lester asked you, giving you his best puppy eyes.

You looked away and didn’t say anything at first. Of course you wanted things to be alright for once in your life.

You had often dreamed of that moment and it always ended the same: or you killed your mother or you killed yourself. You never thought it would all become true though. You had never thought you would truly be back in Ambrose with the three men you loved.

At least, you knew what to do. It was as if you had planned all of this from the start. Or maybe it was just the Devil whispering to your ear.

“I… I’ll need some time to forgive you all for what happened to my friends” you said

“And we’ll do anythin’ ya wanna” Bo hummed and you believed him

“I know. And yeah I’m happy to be back. And I never stopped loving you all either” you admitted, feeling a little bit shy about it. You didn’t look at them, but soon enough your were pulled into their embrace. Bo had been the first one to react to your words by getting up and grabbing you for a big hug. Vincent and Lester soon joined in. You relaxed into their warmth. You all felt complete once again.

“There is only one way” you whispered “We need to fake my own death. I mean like something official. My mom must believe the police found my body and that she buried it” you finally said. You leaned away to have a better look at them.

They reluctantly let you go as they thought about your words.

It would allow you to resume the only life that was meant for you, without anyone to look for you. Your mother would have never let you get back to Ambrose and now that your friends were dead, it was only making things even more complicated. If you all disappeared, it would be alright.

You knew there would be no coming back from this though. Once you would be no one, you would never be able to get back in the real world. You would be stuck in Ambrose forever, with the people you loved. You would finally be yourself again. A part of you was aware you were choosing over Hell, but love isn’t soft. Love is destructive, consuming everything and everyone until nothing is left. You were finally feeling alive again.

“The next tourists who come here, we violently kill them, we break their teeth so they can't be identify and we put them in your car. We drive far away, where you were supposed to be, and we burn everything down.” Bo quickly found a plan

“We need to be certain…”

“Don’t worry, darl’. We deal with this.” Bo assured you with a charming smile and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Shit happens and it’s not necessarily linked to Ambrose” Vincent signed, knowing you were worried the police would find the place

“My mom will accuse you right away” you replied

“I’ll make sure the cops won’t find Ambrose” Lester smiled at you

You wanted to trust them with that. You knew they were smart and resourceful. And it was about you, it was about your future together. You could trust them. They were going to protect you, they were going to keep you all theirs again, they were finally be able to be happy again too.

You finally nodded “Okay, then.”

You took your phone from your pocket and handed it to Bo. He would be able to use it if he needed to. And he would be able to destroy it too. You were handing the brothers your life, like they had given you theirs a long time ago. Bo cupped your face and softly smiled. You saw his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips.

“Nuh nuh, still mad at y’all. You have convinced me to stay, not to be your girlfriend again” you said as you moved away from his touch. Both the twins groaned at yours words, but they respected it. And they were going to do anything to get you back like before.

Once you would allow them to touch you like they used to, you knew they wouldn't stop kissing and pleasuring you for quite a while. They were hungry for you. Lester was cheeky enough to believe he would be the first one to get back in your good grace.

You all stayed silent a little longer. You were thinking you were crazy, but you were so calm about all of this. It felt right, no matter how wrong it was.

Lester brought you back to reality as he took your hand in his, his eyes bright with happiness.

“Hey, Y/N, welcome home!”

---

Taglist: @lacychick ; @magical-sass ; @limehaspassed ; @loveinglymessedup ; @bloodmoon-bites ; @iwantsleepplz ; @kawaistrawberry21 ; @thatbitchanna27 ; @robin-the-enby ; @i-like-horror-andshitt ; @cecilwritesstuff ; @delusion-is-convenient ; @artificialintestines ; @sugarrush-blush ; @crypticlxrsh ; @g0thl3zz ; @katerinaval ; @oneofvincentscandles ; @limehaspassed ; @sillylittlereader ; @mommymilkerfanclub ; @oranedgp ; @mottysith ; @partlyvee ; @gorewhore123 ; @mrstargayen09 ; @aesthetic-bitches-tum ; @mfnqueen1 ; @etheralrue ; @nanami-kento-simp ; @bluekuu ; @excusemyrandomramblings ; @fluffy-little-demon ; @oneofvincentscandles ; @domoron ; @narcolepticduck ; @partlyvee ; @mushroom-weeb ; @peik0s ; @dumblittlebunbun ; @mottysith ; @iwantsleepplz ; @lolwey ; @02006 ; @k1swass ; @the-human-dumpsterfire ; @thelxiapeia ; @instantpenguinkid

#house of wax x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x s/o #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x s/o #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x s/o #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x reader #poly!sinclairs x s/o #poly!sinclairs x you #poly!sinclairs x reader #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher x you #poly!slashers x reader #poly!slashers x you #poly!slasher x s/o

239 notes · View notes

bijouxcarys · 5 months

Text

Little Wayward Girl **TEASER**

Let me know your initial thoughts! I'm hoping to get this out soon, but thought I'd give you a little taste :)

Ally was having the absolute time of her life backstage; two roadies had already offered her a drink, which she obviously accepted, and she'd already gelled with multiple people.

I, however, felt uneasy about this whole bet.

How desperate to prove my friend wrong was I to insist that Robert fucking Plant would remember a night with a random girl from four whole years ago?! I spent a majority of the first half of the night mentally slapping myself and trying to figure out a way to get myself out of this situation.

But it proved to be too late as those four well-known rockstars entered the room to an abundance of cheers and applause for yet another electrifying performance.

First came Bonzo. I always remembered him as this big teddy bear, and he maintained that disposition. His hand was quickly occupied by a bottle of San Miguel. Some things never change.

Then came Jonesy. He was nothing but gentle from what I remembered of my brief time with the band. If I understood correctly, it seemed that he steered away somewhat from the sordid escapades derived from post-show adrenaline.

Jimmy had grown his hair out a little more, something I immediately noticed throughout the night. His eyes were laser-focused on the two girls waiting by the door for him, one of which were instantly taken under his wing. She was clearly his for the night. Probably the other one, too, now that I think about it...

I swallowed hard and glanced over at Ally, who was both in awe and anticipation. I can imagine she tackled with two mentalities. The first one being that she was seeing her favourite band up close, and the second itching to be right regarding Robert and I.

Larger than life, he strode in last, blouse open, yet tied across the bare expanse of his stomach. The jeans... God, those jeans. From where I had cowered in the corner, I had a prime view of the full picture. The pure perfection of one Robert Plant.

Heart hammering against my chest, I wished for the moment to pass quickly, knowing that come sundown the next day, my dear brother would be in bed with Ally.

I made no attempt to make myself seen. If he saw me, congratulations to him, but I wasn't going to intentionally put myself in the crossfires of embarrassment. Not that easily.

Ally was far too smug beside me, her mouth angled upwards in a smirk. I looked at her and rolled my eyes.

"Shut up," I mumbled, resorting to biting at my nails to relieve the growing anxiety.

"The moment we've been waiting for..." Ally started dramatically through a sigh. "...You shall be proven wrong, and I shall be between the sheets with H--"

I nudged her with some force, cutting off her provocation. She's so right, though...

My breath completely stilled in my throat when the enigmatic God of a vocalist scanned the room casually. And just like that, his eyes met mine.

@firethatgrewsolow @brownskinsugarplum76 @m-faithfull @chromations ummm idk who else to tag. Let me know if you want to be added into my tag list. Perhaps tag someone who might enjoy this? Idk here you go, I’ll shut up now 🥲

22 notes · View notes

soulreader05 · 20 days

Text

𝓓𝓪𝓲𝓼𝔂 & 𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓮 Headcanons

Club!Daisy 🌼 & Blue 🔑

After Blue unofficially adopted Daisy, he began to spoil this girl rotten and treated her like a goddamn princess…however she prefers to be a jester…actually no, she likes to be his jester princess.

Before she could fully trust Blue, Daisy refused to be physically intimate with anyone due to being afraid of getting hurt by someone she trusted.

Let’s just say that, growing up in a circus wasn’t exactly an ideal childhood memory.

Daisy used to draw on the walls of the club hallways but since everything’s so expensive, Blue gave her own personal space in his office for her to do her artworks until he’d find a room for her…(He never did.)

Whenever a worker enters Blue’s office, all they see is just Daisy…everywhere. In his ashtray, on his walls, photos of her on his desk, toys and paintings on the ceiling.

He threatens them not to say anything about the state of his office.

Daisy has a tendency to get into fights with the other girls which irritates Madam Gorski because she knows damn well that Blue is always gonna side with Daisy because in his eyes, she’s just being a silly kid.

Blue always makes sure that none of the high rollers or any clients lays their hands on Daisy.

The clients think that he’s just being protective over his precious girl but they don’t know any better. (He’s really just protecting them from getting brutally murdered by Daisy.)

However though…if anybody talked bad regarding Daisy right in front of Blue, this man would be a minute away from going real housewives on them.

Blue always makes sure that Daisy’s arm and legs metal prosthetics are in perfect shape for her dance up on stage.

Daisy likes to call him, Boss man or Jonesy whenever they’re around clients (She likes to poke fun at him) but in private, she likes to call him papa…when’s she having a bad episode she calls him dada.

Blue just calls her Daisy around the clients but in private, he calls her all sort of sweet nicknames like his little jester, cutie pie, doll face, sweetheart, baby girl, giggles.

Daisy always gets Blue to braid her hair whenever it grows too long. He’d sulk and try to convince her to let the other girls in the club do it for her but Daisy insisted that she only wants him…and now whenever he braids her hair, It’s like mediation for him.

If she ever gets a nightmare, Blue talks to her gently and calms her down soothingly. He’s pretty good at providing her comfort as he’ll pepper her forehead and cheeks with soft kisses and murmur her words of reassurance that he’ll never leave or betray her.

Daisy doesn’t go to sleep unless Blue’s is singing to her.

It’s really just them against the world.

I know all of this is probably out of order but i wrote this in the morning and i finished it while at work, y’all better enjoy.

Tags : @hoedamn-eron @ominoose @reallyrallyauthor @gingersforeverbox

#blue jones #sucker punch #oscar issac characters #platonic #teen!oc #father figure #fluff #dad!blue jones #blue jones fluff

7 notes · View notes

crankpit · 9 months

Text

ok highlights from heartstopper s2 because i need to rant

- literally all taoelle scenes ESP PROM!!!!! them dancing together!! they’re so perfect

- “and how did you know that this is my favorite chocolate bar?” GOD

- darcy asking tara if she’d still like her if she was a worm

- tao’s coursework 😭

- the moment nick finishes his last exam and they all run out the room laughing. a beautiful love letter to adolescence.

- the soundtrack!!!!!!! literally all the songs

- “i bet you’ve all been laughing at me behind my back because i’ve been so oblivious” 😭

- darcy vs. the invisible fish

- mon amour

- all the exact quotes from the comics esp the bit with darcy calling tara “jonesy”

- TAO. just in general. he’s so perfect.

- literally everyone’s reaction to nick speaking french

- elle’s outfits???!!!!!!!??? also elle’s smile

- tara’s folklore poster. yes.

- tao giving elle apple juice and running away (twice)

- embarrassed and awkward nick seeing the hickey. “i don’t even know how to do that” MY ANGEL!!!! “oh my god, wtht—is that—? did i do that?” BRO YES

- “i’m sure we’ll get to do it one day”

- giggling after making out

- “we WILL be having words!!!!”

- tao answering the door shirtless obviously

- nick and tao getting to know each other 🥺 tao being reluctant at first but then obviously couldn’t resist opening his heart to nick’s golden retrieverness

- the way kit’s such a fuckin HEARTTHROB. he’s insanely good at playing head over heels. hugh grant Who like literally

- the immaculate found family vibes. they were thru the Roof this season. it was nice to see everyone knowing each other better and hanging out as a group more

- elle’s painting

- nick turning back to kiss charlie at the door in front of everyone 🥺

- oh my god nick you giant rugby idiot

- tao freaking tf out about planning a date w elle

- TAO ASKING HER OUT FINALLY

- nick n charlie running thru paris to gabrielle aplin HOLDING HANDS. also felt like such a celebratory scene. i love those

- elle and tao admiring each other’s respective passions for different forms of art

- “it makes me want to draw” so simple so Beautiful and i know exactly what feeling she’s talking about

- their first kiss and them not knowing what to do and just giggling together…. GODDDDDDDD like are you kidding me. the cavetown song. elle lifting her leg…… FUCK

- the entire cast walking in slow motion down a corridor to carly rae jepsen’s “run away with me”. they did that

- charlie slamming the door in ben’s face

- tao kissing charlie just for shits and giggles

- “what were you gonna say?” “i… forgot” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

- the teachers’ subplot . absolutely adorable

- all the “thank you, mr. farouk”s 😭 dads

- charlie in nick’s lap like are you KIDDING

- the queer to straight ratio is actually so fuckin hilarious. are there literally Any straight characters except tao and imogen? is imogen even straight? something was going on there

- darcy’s instagram post. so iconic

- tao seeing elle in her dress before prom. “you look… you’re so… hello!” PLEASAE

- taoelle paint scene GOD

- “you should invite him tonight! just tell him we need more chaperones”

- isaac realizing he’s aroace 😭 i’ve had that exact moment and i felt really seen <3

- “Like, being in a world where romance and sex are prized above everything else when you don't feel those forms of attraction. Growing up feeling that something about you is different, but you don't have the words to describe what that is. But then, freedom; the euphoria of freeing yourself from those pressures and expectations.” 🖤🤍💜 i cried.

- seven. nick and charlie kissing with seven by taylor swift in the background.

- their kiss in the doorway in the last scene oh my god. charlie on tiptoes

- and, as always, the way this show is an UNAPOLOGETIC CELEBRATION OF QUEERNESS. THANK YOU ALICE OSEMAN ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤

my heart has stopped :)

#heartstopper #heartstopper s2 #heartstopper spoilers #nick and charlie #alice oseman #umm yeah this is my review i guess. i’m really overwhelmed #my brain hurts

19 notes · View notes

brandnewhuman · 2 years

Note

AHAHA You have brought any sinful requests upon yourself👹👹👹👹

But first some fluff…

If you’re feeling up to it could you possibly do a fun day at the beach with the sashes (Bo/Brahms/any others)

Like maybe you drag them into the water and have a barbecue on the beach and just go up to silly little antics

BITCHES AT THE BEACH

☆STARRING☆

Bo Sinclair ☆ Underappreciated soft sweaty boy who just needed a vacation and some good therapy but instead he got his head busted

Michael Audrey Myers ☆ mean himbo who eats dogs cause the medical system has failed him

Brahms Heelshire ☆ the wall rat who is afraid of rats and needs to be sued for being too horny and too stinky

Content:

Tw; Michael, mature language

A/N: i think this has been my first fluff request in a while. You sinful whores had been bringing your foul horny behaviour all over my blog 👹. But thank you for the request. Now let's go down to business

BO SINCLAIR:

He's going to be a pain the ass at the beginning

It's not like he doesn't want to take a break but he feels like if he does then all will go to shit at home

When you finally managed to convince him to go he's actually so excited

He hasn't done something so fun in years so it's actually a nice change

WE ALL KNOW BRIAN VAN HOLT IS A SURFER KIND OF HIMBO SO

just- just imagine this

You're minding your own business reading a book while laying on the beach towel

You lift your eyes up to see if Bo is coming back from swimming

And oh lord if he is

You see this fine art piece of a man running his hands through his black wet hair as the sun kisses his perfect dripping body while he gets out of the water

MY MOUTH? OPEN AND WATERING. MY HEART? DEAD. MY BRAIN? MALFUNCTIONING.

I just can't help to think Bo would give in doing this type of things when he gets older

Like he has grey streaks in his hair and he has that dilf charm that everyone would like to have at his fine age

Part of me it's just horny for daddy era Bo but I have a reasoning about this

He would be more comfortable with a normal life because of years of receiving your love and care

Having you in his life has changed everything so much

He doesn't have that need to please his mother anymore cause with you he has learned he doesn't need to earn love and he deserves to choose something better for himself if he wants too

His scars are still a touchy subject but he's getting better at that too!

And that's all because of you too. He secretly loves so much when you place kisses on them

But back at the beach

I think Bo would be that person who's always putting sunscreen on you just to have an excuse to touch you and be close now that he feels comfortable with more tender touches ecc

He listens to you reading while laying on his back next to you and occasionally he brushes back a strand of hair out of your face.

He loves ice cream so be sure to bring some cause otherwise you will have a very disappointed Bo

Hates, HATES the feeling of sand sticking to his skin

He actually might have a mental breakdance if he gets overwhelmed by it

But loves to let the sun give him a nice skin cancer

He just feels so happy under all that warmth, it almost ALMOST feels like one of your hugs or how it was to play hide and seek with vinny and Lester in woods

He wants to listen to music so either you bring some headphones to listen music together or you bring a radio or speaker

And since he has good music taste you don't have to worry, he's got you Babe

I think he would actually love to take pictures but like Polaroids cause he likes them better. They fit perfectly in his pocket

If you stay there till late he would make sure to give you his shirt so you don't catch a cold

ROASTING MARSHMALLOWS ROASTING MARSHMALLOWS

he is bringing photos to vinny so if he wants he can take inspiration from them to draw something

He might try to remember at which hours there are less to no people so he can bring vinny one day

He is taking jonesy too tho, cause she's his baby and one day without her is too much

You might want to bring a stick cause the amount of fuckers who will try to flirt with Bo is insane

AND THIS BITCH DOESN'T EVEN REALISE HE'S FLIRTING BACK CAUSE HE'S SO RELAXED HE DOESN'T PUT UP HIS USUAL ACT

HE'S JUST BEING HIS NATURAL NICE FLIRTY SELF AND YOU BOTH HATE IT AND LOVE IT

fear do not cause he loves on you y/n, as soon as he puts his eyes on you it's like he's watching the most perfect thing on earth

He might be a little bit Grumpy with annoying kids throwing balls ecc but then you catch him smiling to himself as he watch them

They remind him of him and his brothers but at the same times there's a hint of longing knowing he never got the chance to have a childhood like that

Overall vert wholesome experience

MICHAEL MYERS:

I feel like Michael is more of a twilight style type of beach

Hot weather is always a torture for Michael. Between the mask and his medical problems (YES HE DOES HAVE THEM. HE HAS ANAEMIA AND LOW BLOOD PRESSURE)

he actually enjoys relaxing and slow walks by the shore with you

Maybe it's the whole mix of the beach having those gloomy vibes, the nice and calm sound of the waves crushing gently, knowing you are perfectly comfortable with the silence while walking next to him but it's one of the best days he has ever had

He even shares a few sweets with you

Now depending on what version you want this can go different ways

Rz michael is more likely to take off his mask, hold your hand while sitting on the sand and listening to whatever you're telling him

He loves to spend time "talking" with you. It makes him feels more close to you, like he's an important part of your life

He would love to listen to music with your headphones while watching the ocean and just enjoy each others presence

Please buy him a hoodie or something otherwise he will catch a cold

If it's og Michael he's going to be such a pain the ass always huffing because he doesn't want to come with you

When he sees you actually leave even if he doesn't come he decides to follow you

He won't never admit it but he actually likes being there with you

He likes to observe you as you do your own things knowing that Michael is most likely to decline any invitation to participate

He finds every thing you do so fascinating

Watching you makes everything go away and these rare days of calmness and quiet are his favourites

You give him so much peace of mind just by being there

He hates and love this so that's why he always looks so grumpy

It might be stupid but he enjoys the scent of the ocean so maybe the brings up his mask only a little bit to feel it better

If it's peepaw myers my man is old and honestly all the fun he needs is at other people's home

Would do it just for you but it's hating every single minute of it

That until he actually sees how peaceful and quiet the beach you chose is

He can even take his mask without worrying

He looks and acts like a grandpa

Overall I think you should just try to bring him to a quiet beach in a more chill weather otherwise you would never convince him

The big part on he doesn't like it it's because he has never experience this things and sometimes he gets overwhelmed by how many things he has never done or seen

This moments makes him more aware of his own fucked up life but he's willing to try for you

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

How the fuck do you even get this man to get out of the house

Mysteries of the universe i guess but what I would never get over its one of you fuckers trying to tell me this man would enjoy any of this beach stuff

He doesn't even has a middle ground like Michael with this stuff

He is upset and it's going to be everyone's problem

"Y/N why do we have to leave the house? Can't you just look at the pictures on your phone and get over it?" "Too much sun can give you cancer pretty y/n!! I'm just trying to protect you!!" "Y/N PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU STOP THIS MADNESS"

you're basically dragging him out the fucking house

Biggest tantrum in history

You actually get worry cause mid way he's starting to have a mental breakdance

To be fair, he has good reasons

One being his insecurities and other the fact that he has never done anything like this before

He's never going to take his clothes off so don't even try it

You'll probably have to find a spot where no one can see him

Preferably one that's not too exposed to the sun if you don't him to die from a heatstroke

Again, if you manage to find a twilight kind of beach it would be better

He's going to be under the beach umbrella all the time reading and making draws of you while you swim

He loves how happy you look so in the end all the suffering his taking it's worthy

And maybe the ice cream makes it worthy too

Bro is having the worst day of his life but as soon as he sees you all happy showing him the shells you have found he's going to feel all fuzzy and warm inside

Maybe it's the mask+sweatshirt combo he's wearing tho but still

He spends most of the time just relaxing and if you're lucky you could get him to at least get off the sweatshirt

He's so self-conscious but since he's only with you then he can at least put some effort

He has to admit he's feeling, for once, normal

Like he feels like you're just a normal couple having a funny date together

Okay okay MAYBE JUST MAYBE it's not that bad

He doesn't exactly like swimming but all the other stuff it's fine

He even asks when could you both go again

#slasher community #slasher fandom #slashers #slasher fanfiction #horror movies #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms heelshire #og michael myers #peepaw michael myers #peepaw myers #rz michael myers #michael myers #bo sinclair #house of wax #bo sinclair x reader #michael myers x reader #brian van holt

220 notes · View notes

squishybellies · 6 months

Text

P/iz//za/hea//d's Toy

Soft/Safe vore story about Piz///za//head making Pepp/erma//n his playmate, I love these two and I don't see a lot of art or stories of them together.

I like the idea of Piz//za/hea/d being a little mischief maker more than him being unnecessarily cruel, capable of being scary but not actively trying to hurt others, just a little bad at social interactions and getting across what he wants, and a little ignorant towards some things.

Pizzahead walked up and down his lineup of minions, a few saps who had been doing a remarkably unimpressive job. He usually wouldn’t show himself like this, preferring to pilot his mech more often than not, but he found that his default form made others feel less on edge, so he decided to go with that form for today.

The meeting had gone on for several hours, with Pizzahead inspecting each minion and deciding what he would like to do with them, inevitably leading to a few blubbering as the rights to their jobs were stripped away from them, desperate for forgiveness or a different punishment. However, the pizza-headed man did not yield, he was sure someone else would find them useful.

It was approaching dusk by the time the meeting was finished, the sky shifting from orange to purple just outside the window as the sun disappeared behind the hills. As the minions dispersed, Pizzahead decided to sit down, impatiently tapping his foot as he watched those who weren’t let off leave, fiddling with the golden buttons of his overalls.

Just as the last of the minions were leaving, Pizzahead called for the last Pizzard in the group- Dougie Jones. Dougie wasn’t all that different from the other Pizzards, your average black silhouette donning white gloves and a pizza-themed wizard outfit, but he was quite the troublemaker. He was obedient, sure, but he had an apathetic attitude that really brought the entire room down.

Pizzahead placed his hand on Dougie’s shoulder as he tutted, “So how was the meeting Jonesy? You enjoy yourself?” Pizzahead smiled towards him, the same sort of smile he usually donned, one that came off as entirely insincere, if not a bit threatening. “It was alright, glad I wasn’t laid off,” Dougie shrugged, not sure how to respond, it wasn’t as if meetings were anything that any employee really enjoyed.

“You know, we really ought to do something special to celebrate,” Pizzahead’s smile grew as he patted Dougie’s shoulder, “A sort of motivation so you don’t end up here again, if you know what I mean.” Dougie opened his mouth to respond, no doubt with a sarcastic remark, but before he could he was called outside, practically rushing at his chance to leave.

Pizzahead watched as Dougie left, slightly disappointed in the missed opportunity for them to have some fun. Luckily that didn’t mean he was deprived of fun per se, after all he had plenty of playthings to toy with, he just had to pick another toy.

Even luckier for him, most of his employees were always busy, so he didn’t have to try too hard to chat his way out of things or worry about being caught with such a well-oiled machine under his belt, even if he suspected that those inside were, in reality, very afraid of him and merely acting as if everything was normal.

As the night shift began, Pizzahead made sure to keep his distance. Night left most of his workers groggy anyways, so it was a perfect opportunity. His eyes scanned the tower like a predator looking for prey, though to the workers this was normal, and they likely assumed he was just looking to make sure everyone was doing their work. The ground floor was relatively unremarkable, so Pizzahead approached the elevator, fumbling in his pockets in an attempt to find his key, only to bump right into someone.

Pepperman rubbed his eyes, apologizing profusely when he realized that he had smacked straight into the big boss, hoping that Pizzahead wasn’t too upset with him. His icy eyes gazed up towards Pizzahead’s flushed cheeks nervously, only to be met with a slight chuckle in response to his begging.

Pizzahead’s heart rose to an intense beat, feeling practically restless as he looked over the living fruit, ironically ripe for the picking. He could tell this one would be lots of fun.

“Oh Pepperman,” Pizzahead grabbed his minion’s chin, “No worries, but since you’re here… I could use your assistance~” Pepperman shook off his sleepiness in response, looking around as if someone was pranking him. He froze like a deer in headlights as he looked back at his boss, as if he could have sworn he didn’t hear him correctly. Pizzahead merely stared back in response, his smile appearing more goofy than anything this time.

The way Pizzahead had asked for his assistance filled Pepperman with all kinds of emotions, mostly fear and curiosity, but also a hint of excitement. “What is it you need help with?” Pepperman asked.

Pizzahead tapped his chin, smirking. “I want you, I want your body.” Pepperman looked at Pizzahead, lips quivering as he tried to speak, but couldn’t think of a response, though the blush creeping across his face said it all. Pizzahead grinned even larger, “Well~?”

“W-what do you mean by that sir?” Pizzahead let go of Pepperman, walking back and forth, thinking, trying to find the right words so as to not scare away his little toy. “I find you interesting,” he says, bending down to touch his nose against Pepperman’s face. “I want to know what you taste like. I want you, all of you. I want to eat you.”

Pepperman staggered back, his voice low and soft, “Excuse me?” Pizzahead smirked, placing his hands on Pepperman’s cheeks, “Just trust me, I’m sure you’ll like it.”

“Just because I’m a fruit doesn’t mean I want to get chopped up and eaten!” Pepperman stutters.

“Oh!” Pizzahead responds, “That’s not what I meant, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to eat you whole, just swallow you.” Pepperman thought about this for a minute, “Can you even do that?” Pepperman relaxed a bit, though he felt a bit tense again after spotting Pizzahead licking his lips.

“Oh yes, I’m a cartoon, of course I can!” Pizzahead responds cheerfully. Pepperman smiles, if there was one thing Pizzahead was good at it was making him feel comfortable with his goofy antics, he could be scary, sure, he was his boss after all, but everyone loves cartoons.

“Alright,” Pepperman says, “Why not?”

Pizzahead smiled, opening his mouth wide, letting Pepperman get a taste of what was to come, and boy did Pepperman enjoy the sight. The fruit took his time, looking deep into Pizzahead’s throat, watching how the sides pulsed with each breath, how the saliva dripped from his teeth. He felt a slight twinge of concern for his safety, but it quickly went away the more he watched, the rhythmic movements of the flesh being oddly calming. Deep down, he wondered if this was a natural desire for him, being a creature made of food. Maybe he was meant to be eaten.

He thought about being in Pizzahead’s gut, how warm it would feel, how it would feel to press his gloved hand into the marinara-colored walls. Meanwhile, Pizzahead merely looked over his soon to be prey, thinking about what a filling meal he would be.

Pepperman decided not to waste any more time, taking a deep breath and plunging his head into Pizzahead’s mouth. It felt nice, warm. Hot, steamy breath surrounded him, and it felt claustrophobic, yet comforting.

Pepperman tasted delectable too, Pizzahead couldn’t help but lap at him with his tongue, taking in his sweet flavor, far less bitter than what Pizzahead thought he might taste like. The humanoid’s stomach growled from the taste, and it took everything he had not to swallow the pepper up at once, instead letting him take his time.

Pepperman wriggled himself a bit further, the wetness of Pizzahead’s maw making him shiver in delight. Once he got himself moving, it was much easier to keep going, and soon his head reached Pizzahead’s throat, causing the predator to swallow in response. The wet muscle and tight constriction of the flesh felt wonderful, and Pizzahead swallowed once more, throat now bulging out as Pepperman’s middle began to enter his expanding throat.

Pepperman closed his eyes and let Pizzahead’s body take over, letting him swallow down the last of him until there was not a single bit of himself left in the outside world. Wet gurgles beckoned him as he slid further, traveling down, down, down until he was just a bulge deep in Pizzahead’s middle.

Pizzahead smiled and cocked his hips as Pepperman settled, wiping the drool from his chin, breath slightly shaky from being so full.

Pizzahead’s insides were borderline hypnotic to the living pepper, the movement of the walls looking like an otherworldly dance. Pepperman took a deep breath, the air inside being surprisingly breathable, although stained by the taste of cheese. Pepperman squirmed, trying to get comfortable, which elicited a groan from Pizzahead, who felt every movement that Pepperman made.

The pit of flesh relaxed the pepper, and he pressed against the walls softly, playfully, causing Pizzahead to poke back in response with a giggle.

“See? I told you I was sure you’d like it!” Pizzahead chuckled. “It’s warm, wet, dark, and noisy…” Pepperman said in response, “but yes, I do like it. It’s pretty comfortable actually.” “Good!” replied Pizzahead, “because I’m not gonna let you out for a while~” he said teasingly.

Pepperman smiled and shrugged, closing his eyes, “I don’t mind at all.”

#my writing #vore story #soft vore #safe vore #same size vore

2 notes · View notes

grownups-are-the-real-monsters · 2 years

Text

IT/Dreamcatcher crossover: Beaver is Reddie’s son

[By me & @m-o-o-n-thatspellsblog }

Going with the ‘IT’ films timeline where the Losers are 12/13 in 1989. The Dreamcatcher gang would all be born around 1995ish. Richie & Eddie adopt Beaver when he’s around 3 years old.

In this AU, the first Pennywise cycle in 1989 has happened but that’s all!! Pennywise never returned!

In all honesty, none of the Losers expected Richie & Eddie to have kids, and neither did they! But as they grew in their relationship, they both realized they wanted to share their love and raise a child together.

Richie had no idea how much he actually wanted to be a Father until the thought was out there but once they discussed it, Richie put his whole heart into it.

Eddie really wanted to raise a child in a healthy environment and do better for his child than Sonia Kaspbrak ever did with him.

So they end up adopting little Joey Clarendon!

Very quickly, this kid becomes their whole world. This very clumsy, loud-mouthed, short & funny little kid.

Joey is the perfect mixture of his Fathers, who always make sure their child is supported and loved.

He is raised on classic rock and monster movies!

When Joey gets a little older and finds his friend group, Richie & Eddie always welcome them into their home and find it very hard not to get nostalgic.

Richie & Eddie continue to surprise themselves by becoming the ‘classic’ suburban parents who stock up on snacks for their son & all his friends.

But both boys know how important friendship is to a young child and encourage their son.

Richie is always concerned for Joey because he sees so much of himself in him. He motivates his son to be loud & be himself but finds it hard not to fear others criticizing or discouraging Joey the way adults did to him when he was a kid.

Eddie, having experienced the pain of an overbearing and unsupportive parent, desperately wants Joey to feel encouraged to make connections and try new things.

The kids are always at their house. Making a lot of noise and running around the backyard. The sound of their combined laughter makes Richie & Eddie’s hearts swell!

Pete, Henry, Jonesy & Douglas think of Richie and Eddie as their second set of parents!

Joey gets to that phase where he insists his parents use his nickname & call him ‘Beaver’ too. Richie is cool with it but Eddie can’t stop calling him Joey.

Richie teaches Beaver how to do some amazing impressions and of course, how to mess with Eddie.

The Losers are all living apart but have all visited at different points and know Beaver.

Beverly is convinced the two of them figured out how to have a biological child together because Beav is just like them.

Bill overhears Beaver being a little spitfire and can’t help but think of his little friend Eddie.

Ben built a treehouse for Beav and his friends.

Though Beaver later fell out of the treehouse and broke his arm. Ben, taking this personally, came back just to build a rail to ensure safety.

Beaver is constantly getting accidentally injured or getting into hi-jinks at school.

There was a particular incident where Beaver was trying to avoid running the mile at school and lied about having asthma. The school called Eddie to confirm and he nearly had a heart attack for a second.

Beaver grows up with Maggie & Wentworth as his wonderful grandparents. Eddie, who tries hard to stay out of his Mother’s life, will not allow Sonia anywhere near their home.

I could go on forever.....................

#it chapter one #it chapter two #stephen king #pennywise the clown #dreamcatcher #dreamcatcher (2003)#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #beaver clarendon #the losers club #headcanons list #my hcs #henry devlin #pete moore #douglas cavell #gary jones

22 notes · View notes

fearfuel · 24 hours

Text

rudy pankow. 25. cis man. he / him. ― i see you met JONESY DELMONT, huh? they have been around for… well, it will be 10 YEARS, now. time flies when you are busy and as part of THE HUNTERS, they are. if you want to meet them, they live in B1A2D, i think. people say they are GALLANT + DEXTEROUS, but don’t piss them off, okay? because they can be also RECKLESS + QUIXOTIC, so be safe.

⸻ BASIC

full name. jonesy wayne delmont

nicknames. jone , delly , jd

birthdate. may 4th , 2013

identity. cis male , he / him

sexuality. heterosexual

family. joan delmont nee baker † ( grandma ) , boone delmont † ( father ) , elizabeth winchester ( adoptive mother ) , aurora elena myranda ( adoptive sister ) , --- --- ( adoptive sibling )

⸻ BACKGROUND

boone delmont was a name well known to the authorities and, if anything, that only further coaxed the chief's rebellious daughter into the dirtbag's bed. was still just a kid himself at 15 years when jonesy was brought into the world.

unfortunately for the junior delmont, his mom passed due to unforeseen complications after giving birth, and so he was left with only his dad and paternal grandmother. considering boone was a deadbeat, on top of being in and out of jail, grandma delmont was the one to raise jonesy through his childhood.

he was a wee bit of a hellraiser, inherited through the delmont bloodline, but was always a gem when it came to his grandmother. life wasn't perfect, but it was good enough for him. until his dad rolled up on his 10th birthday and decided to try to be a parent, dragging jonesy into his chaotic means of living.

a year later, the apocalypse hit and the delmont boys were on the run. jonesy was taught to trick unsuspecting strangers and steal from them. he also witnessed some awful actions from his dad, things he'd rather forget than ever talk about with anyone.

in another scheme cooked up by boone, they wound up in a small group with elizabeth winchester. his plan was to eventually rob them and run, but jonesy grew a liking to the atmosphere and community. it was comforting, secure; something he'd never truly experienced.

so, without a second thought, his dad dipped out in the dead of night after ransacking what he could of some supplies, never to be seen or heard of again. fortunately, elizabeth was kind enough to take jonesy under her wing and look out for him as if he was one of her own.

⸻ HEADCANONS

spitting image of his dad, much to his dismay.

while he can still be a troublemaker and smartass at times, jonesy has very high golden retriever energy. always looking for the silver lining in everything and acting a fool to entertain his fellow survivors (whether they're actually entertained or not).

often daydreams of what it'd be like if the world hadn't gone to shit. he's been fascinated with baseball, ever since he was a little fella, and likes to think he would have gone pro, after college.

thus his preferred choice of weapon is a baseball bat that he used to practice playing ball, wrapped in barbed wire. he tried using an axe before the bat, but after it got stuck in an infected's head, he opted to carry something that wouldn't get him into a similar sticky situation.

for some reason, holds onto his dad's old butane lighter. it ran out of fluid years ago, but jonesy has never been able to bring himself to toss it.

⸻ WANTED CONNECTION

2 ) someone that knew his dad or mom (or both) before he was born/before the apocalypse. if it was his mom they knew, jonesy would be eager to learn all about her, since his dad and grandma never spoke of her to him. if it was his dad they knew, depending on the relationship, he'd be wary/avoidant of them.

#𝟎𝟎𝟏. jonesy delmont ━━━ intro.#bite.intro

1 note · View note

bitehq · 1 day

Text

✕ ⸻ 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙻𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄, JONESY DELMONT & REGINA DEWITT...

...but just in case, cait, you have 24 hours to tell us your preferred resting place. nice to see you around, rudy pankow & dewanda wise look-alikes !

⸻ OOC INFO:

cait, 32, she / her, est , none [+ jonesy filling in one of the adopted winchester spots ! ]

⸻ BASIC

⸻ BACKGROUND

⸻ HEADCANONS

spitting image of his dad, much to his dismay.

often daydreams of what it'd be like if the world hadn't gone to shit. he's been fascinated with baseball, ever since he was a little fella, and likes to think he would have gone pro, after college.

for some reason, holds onto his dad's old butane lighter. it ran out of fluid years ago, but jonesy has never been able to bring himself to toss it.

⸻ WANTED CONNECTION

1 ) another young survivor he grew up with closely, did almost everything together as teens, got into harmless trouble more often than not. everyone thought the two were crushing on each other, like puppy love, but they honestly just enjoyed each others' company - no strings attached, no feelings other than platonic. could either have grown apart since then, or still be thick as thieves. 2 ) someone that knew his dad or mom (or both) before he was born/before the apocalypse. if it was his mom they knew, jonesy would be eager to learn all about her, since his dad and grandma never spoke of her to him. if it was his dad they knew, depending on the relationship, he'd be wary/avoidant of them.

------- * ------- * ------- * -------

⸻ BASIC

dewanda wise. 40. cis woman. she / her. ― i see you met REGINA DEWITT, huh? they have been around for… well, it will be 3 YEARS, now. time flies when you are busy and as part of THE MILITIA, they are. if you want to meet them, they live in H3B, i think. people say they are INCISIVE + NURTURING, but don’t piss them off, okay? because they can be also SPLENETIC + UNINHIBITED, so be safe.

⸻ BACKGROUND

born an army brat, regina grew up travelling the world. her dad was in the air force, moving their family around from one base to another dependent on where he would be stationed next. while the idea of being able to live in different countries would sound luxurious, it was hard to adjust to at such a young age. by the time she'd develop close bonds with some kids at her school, the dewitts would be moving again, far away.

eventually, she formed an unbreakable bond with a few kids whose parents were also in the force. as teens, they would constantly sneak out to party, dabbling in liquor and weed, and somehow make it back into their beds before the sun broke over the horizon.

she went through all the trials and tribulations of shifting from a teen to a full-fledged adult. through all the experimenting, trying and failing then trying again, learning hard lessons and appreciating the little things, regina found herself.

oddly enough, she partially followed in her dad's footsteps; she got her pilot's license but, rather than join the air force, she opted to giving tours via seaplane. the last tour she did indefinitely sent regina into an early retirement and almost an early death, as one of the tourists took a turn for the worst while they were up in the air and started attacking.

as the apocalypse tore up the world, regina found herself banding together with complete strangers in order to survive. she's seen so much death and loss over the last 12 years, and trust has been given and broken, time and time again -- it's hardened her more than her strict military father ever did.

by the time she made it in with the domus spei, she had very little faith in humanity. it took a while for her to fully open up to the group, but within the last couple years, regina has comfortably embraced the people of their community.

⸻ HEADCANONS

music is her heart and soul. an old crank record player was gifted to her by another survivor, and she's gathered quite the collection of records over the last year, either scavenged by herself or through trading. it's rare for her to not be humming or singing a tune, even on patrol.

as a memento to her late father, regina has a couple of his older patches stitched onto her own aviator jacket. somewhat out of guilt, she thinks it's her duty to carry on his legacy, despite not feeling like she ever has or will live up to it. this is probably the main reason why she trained to join the militia.

tends to be a bit of a pessimist whenever anyone new joins the domus spei, as she still holds a strong distrust for any straggler outside of their community.

would kill or be killed for her closest allies. would not think twice about putting herself in danger to protect those she holds dear. loyalty knows no bounds.

⸻ WANTED CONNECTION

1 ) pseudo nephew/niece ; not really someone she sees as her own kid (she NEVER planned on or even imagined herself having kids), but definitely someone with whom she shares a familia connection and protects without question. bonus points if they call her auntie, which she pretended to hate at first but deep down actually loves. 2 ) regina needs someone she can unwind with, someone she can crack open a super old bottle of whatever alcohol they can get their hands on with, someone to share all the hot community goss with. she needs her person in this cruel, cruel world. 3 ) chip away at her cold, almost dead heart and give my girly some love. something completely unexpected that would catch her off guard, leave her feeling scared/out of her comfort zone. after developing a crush, she'd be doing her darndest to stay away from this person in order to avoid any deeper feelings from developing because how the hell you gonna fall for someone during an apocalypse? she's mad, mostly at herself for letting her guard down, but also a little at this person for somehow managing to break down her walls.

#bite.accepted

1 note · View note

loveandmurders · 1 year

Note

Ok ok ok so random thought as I’m watching house of wax. So briefly Jonesy (the dog) is shown in Vincent’s workshop and other places around the movie. She’s the family dog so I just had this thought: What if Puppy! Jonesy was given to sister! reader as a present when she was a child, before Bo accidentally pushed her and she got sent away? What if when reader comes back to Ambrose, Jonesy recognizes her first and immediately starts following reader around and being super affectionate and protective towards her, while defensive and ready to bite anyone else. And that’s how the bros realize it’s their baby sister? Maybe you could make this into a fic or something I just think it’s cute 🥺💜

Hello there! I have to admit that I've got a loooot of requests to post (and that I'm super late), but I was just so excited about this one!! I really loved this idea, and I so wanted to write an alternative version of Missing Piece of Ambrose, so it's perfect.

I got carried away and I wrote 3 parts for this.

For the people who don't know yet, I'm creating baby sister!Sinclair AUs (reader insert). One is about baby sister who grew up with her brothers, the other one is about her being separated from them when they were still children. You can find all of this in my way too long Masterlist here.

Anyways, I really hope you'll enjoy this because I loved writing for this a lot. Thanks a lot for this request. <3 <3

JONESY KNOWS (Part I)

Warnings: Female reader but no physical description, mention of physical pain, of blood, of killing, Bo being upset, Vincent attacking you (but not hurting you), Jonesy being the best dog ever

Here you were, in the middle of nowhere, because some idiot, at the last station service you went to, gave you a wrong direction. You were supposed to find yourself on a national road, but you were actually on a very small and desertic one. The sun was hot and you didn’t have any water left. You also drove on an obstacle you didn’t see because of the bright light, which bursted three tires. And because you clearly were out of luck, there was no connection where you were. You were tired, you just wanted to arrive at your hotel and start your holidays. For now, it was looking a lot like the beginning of a Wrong Turn movie, and you hated it.

You remembered that you saw a sign for a town called Ambrose a few miles ago. The sign had clearly seen better days, but maybe the place still existed. You decided to walk, because there was nothing else you could do. You hoped your knee wasn’t going to let you down though. Because of some accident that happened to you when you were still a child, your knee was often hurting you. You had no memory of what happened and your adoptive parents never wished to speak about it. You weren’t too curious about it either, you just thought that you used to be a very adventurous child and that you must have fallen from a tree or something like that. You had always loved to climb on things, so you wouldn’t be too surprised you hurt yourself like that.

You sighed as you started to walk on the dusty road. You could already hear your mother tell you that really, you shouldn’t have left on your own, that it was dangerous, that actually, you should have stayed home. You could hear her concern when you would finally be able to call her and let her know that you weren’t at your hotel yet. You thought you really needed to call her or text her soon or she was going to call the cops. Your adoptive parents had always been overprotective with you, as if they always were worried something could happen to you. Or maybe they were like this because your adoptive brother never let them dote on him that way. You weren’t too close to him, especially because he was often away for work, but you enjoyed chatting with him from time to time. He was the one who gave you the idea to visit the South of the country, and you weren’t too sure why it upsetted your parents that much. You swore you even heard them argue with your brother after that. But you were happy to be away from them for a couple of days. You liked being on your own for once… You just wished you weren’t lost in the middle of nowhere with no working car or phone.

After a few moments of walking, you heard a truck coming your way. You weren’t too sure what to do, so you put your thumb up and prayed for the person to stop. You found yourself in front of a young man, with a very bright smile. His window was down so you truly were face to face with him.

“What’s up?” he asked you with a very strong southern accent.

“My car let me down. I was walking toward that town.. Hmm… Ambrose I think it’s called. I was hoping someone could help me” you explained to the man who seemed very attentive to what you were saying.

“Oh yeah, my bro’ll fix ya up” he promised and your eyes lit up

“Really? He’s a mech?” you asked and the man nodded

“Can drive ya there, if ya want” he offered.

You didn’t have the habit of trusting men that easily. After all, you were a girl, and you knew that anything could happen to you. But you always had a small switchblade on you, just in case. You had never been afraid to stab anyone if it meant protecting you. Your parents were both relieved and worried about it. You weren’t too sure why. In fact, whenever you were trying very hard to remember about your biological family, you could only think of blood. It was quite strange. And that was why you never tried to find them again.

“You sure you’d do that for me?” you asked the driver and he nodded. “Well, thank you, it’s very nice of you” you smiled as you climbed into his truck. “I’m Y/N by the way” you introduced yourself

“Lester” he replied “It’s nice havin’ someone polite ‘round for once” he commented and you raised an eyebrow

“You’re used to people not being too nice around?” you asked

“Yeah. We've often lost tourists here, and they'll are so rude, ya know. Always happy to see them gone” Lester explained and you nodded in understanding

“People suck” you agreed.

You turned your head and you noticed the dead animals in the back of his truck. Even though you never saw this man or this truck before, there was something oddly familiar about them, about the scent, about the sound of his voice, about his presence.

“Roadkills?” you asked without even realising it

“Yep. Ya’re from the countryside?” he asked you back

“No, just figured.” you replied “You live at Ambrose?” you asked, just to do the conversation

“Nah. My brothers do, but wanted to live out of town” Lester explained and you hummed. You could understand a need to be independent from your family “And ya, where ya comin' from?” he asked back

“From far away” you chuckled. “I seem to be a lost tourist too. I don’t understand how confusing those roads are” you groaned

“Oh yeah and no connection, even for GPS” Lester nodded, thinking that it was thanks to this that his family could do their dark business.

In a few instants, you arrived in Ambrose. You watched around, and for a moment you forgot about everything else. You knew this place. You were pretty certain you already went there. You also were positive you dreamt about this town. Especially the house, at the end of the road. You recognise a museum in the distance, and the streets. It seemed quite empty though. Emptier than in your dreams. You shook your head, you were probably imagining things because of the heat. There was no reason for you to know this place.

“Ya good?” Lester asked and you smiled at him

“Oh yeah, sorry. I think the sun is starting to make me dizzy” you said and he hummed.

Lester was a little bit sad his brothers might kill you because you were really nice and soft. And because you had the same name as her. Of course Vincent would really love to work on you because you were so pretty and you would suit very well in the House of Wax, but it would be a waste.

A man appeared from the mechanic shop, and you couldn’t deny that he was quite good looking. The way he sent his brother a little grin struck you. You knew that smile. His eyes were soon on you and you left the truck.

“Thank you, Lester. You really saved me there” you smiled and Lester shrugged

“All the pleasure’s mine” he chuckled and you missed the little pleading glance he sent his brother, silently asking him to let you go unharmed. Bo didn’t show anything. Lester left and you were now alone with this other man. There was something about him that you found unsettling, and you only relaxed a little when your hand reached for the blade hidden in your shorts pocket. You politely greeted him and introduced yourself before explaining your problem to him.

“Call me Bo” he smirked “We can go fetch your car and bring it back here. Ya think it’s just your tyres?” he asked

“Think so. Don’t have anything to change them or any puncture sealant spray on me…” you really wanted to facepalm yourself for being so unprepared

“It’s fine. I’ll do a little check up too though” he said and you didn’t have the energy to ask him if he was going to scam you. “Come with me” he said and he was about to guide you to his own truck when a little dog barked, startling the two of you, and ran straight to you.

You didn’t move an inch because you were a little bit scared. You weren’t afraid of dogs per say, but having one you didn’t know, wildly running to you, was a little bit impressive and unsettling. Bo was about to reach for the dog, thinking she was running to him, but she never changed her direction. She stopped right in front of you, sniffed you before happily barking and greeted you excitedly. You were a little bit surprised and when you took a look at Bo, he clearly was as confused as you were. You knelt down to pet the dog and she started to lick at your face. She made you fall on your ass and settled in between your legs to lick at your cheeks even more, almost climbing on you. You let out a surprised laugh and you finally gently pushed her away. You petted her and she continued to bark and to be all happy and giddy. It was as if you were a member of her family she hadn’t seen in weeks and that you were finally back, so she was greeting you home.

“Jonesy, what the fuck ya doin’, girl?” Bo grumbled at the dog, completely at loss.

She usually was very afraid of strangers, mostly because they took away her owner when they both were a puppy and a young child. She had never fully recovered from this loss, and the three brothers neither. But she wasn’t afraid of you at all, on the contrary, which was very strange.

“Is she always like that?” you asked Bo as you continued to stroke her head and he looked up at you

“No idea what’s goin’ on” he admitted, watching the scene without a smile. He was thinking that if his baby sister had never been sent away, it was probably that way Jonesy would greet her every day. But what did he know, he had never been able to find his little ray of sunshine after the social care took her away.

“Maybe she confused me with her owner?” you asked and you saw a flash of pain going through Bo’s eyes.

You clearly had touched a sensitive point without knowing. He looked away for an instant before coming closer and helping you on your feet. He needed this to stop because it was sincerely breaking his heart. He was thinking enough about his lost sister without having to endure such a scene.

“Yeah, maybe” he simply replied. “Go to bed, Jonesy.” he told her but instead of obeying she sat down at your feet and looked up at you with love shining in her eyes.

You giggled and Bo was about to ask her to leave again, when the moment was soon cut short by a loud group of people coming by. They clearly were arguing with each other, and they were in a bad state. They were dusty and some of them were hurt. They were in a very bad mood and Jonesy instantly got up and was ready to protect you. You shushed her as Bo walked to the group. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but it was obvious that they had a car accident and needed help. But they weren’t asking nicely. You remembered what Lester said about rude people coming by and you took comfort in Jonesy’s presence. You knelt down and cuddled with her as you both watched the scene. The group and Bo came closer. You hated the way they looked at you.

“Need to take care of them first” Bo told you and you nodded in understanding

“Is there a hotel here or somewhere I could stay at? I’m quite tired and thirsty” you said

“Nowhere, no. But ya see the house at the end of the road, it’s mine and my brother’s. Go there and help yourself.” he offered.

You were quite stunned that the man offered you to stay at his place. The coldness in his eyes made you feel something was off. You swore it felt like it was a trap and you really didn’t want to go there, but you had nowhere to go.

“Thank you, it’s nice of you” you finally said and you started to leave.

“Jonesy, come with me” Bo called for her but the dog clearly had no intention in obeying him today. She happily walked by your side, and you felt better knowing she was going to be with you. You heard Bo curse and it almost made you laugh.

Soon enough you weren’t hearing the group anymore and you arrived at the house. You knocked before entering. You didn’t know if Bo’s brother was here or not, so you didn’t want to look like you were a thief or something like that. The situation was weird enough. You waited for a few instants, before entering.

The house seemed empty. You went straight to the kitchen, without realising that you knew where it was, and found some iced lemonade in the fridge. As you were looking for a glass in the cupboards, you barely registered the sounds of quiet footsteps coming close by. You jumped when Jonesy started to loudly bark at the newcomer. The first thing you noticed was his long hair hiding his face, and the second thing was that he was holding a knife. You were quick to grab yours and to open it, ready to fight. Jonesy never stopped barking at the man and even started to growl and show her teeth at him. It seemed to absolutely surprise him, and he even let his arm down, as he tilted his head and looked down at her. He stepped back and Jonesy seemed to calm down. She came closer to you, acting like a real guard dog. You never stopped watching the man and you saw that his skin was unnaturally smooth. Actually, you understood that he was wearing a mask. His attention was soon back on you. But his body language was different. He wasn’t ready to attack you anymore, he was watching you with interest and curiosity. His eye moved down your body and the way you were still holding your own knife, ready to defend yourself.

He finally put his knife on the ground and raised his hands in front of him to show you that he wasn’t going to hurt you. You licked your dry lips and calmed down. You put your blade away.

“I guess your Bo’s brother” you asked and the man nodded “He told me to come here to have a drink, that’s all. I’m not here to rob you or anything.” you said and he nodded again. You wondered if he was mute. “He is with another group right now” you informed him and the man looked at the window before his attention went back on you once again. He pointed at Jonesy. “Oh yes, your dog seems to love me very much since the moment she saw me” you said and you stroked her “Hey baby, calm down now” you cooed at her and it seemed to do the trick as she laid down at your feet right away.

Before you could register it, the masked man was in front of you and he cupped your face in his big hands. He was looking for your eyes, completely thrilled. You tried to push him away and Jonesy barked at him again. He instantly let you go, but you saw that he didn’t mean to scare you or hurt you. He raised his hands in front of him again. He really seemed excited now.

He carefully moved past you and opened the right cupboard and handed you a glass. You thanked him, a little bit apprehensive before pouring yourself a glass of lemonade. You didn’t ask if he wanted one too, because it would mean removing his mask and you could tell the man wouldn’t want that. You never stopped eyeing him and he stepped back. You grew uncomfortable at the intensity of his staring, but there was something about this place.

You looked around and you realised you could tell where every room was in this house. Which was strange because you have never been there before. You nibbled on your bottom lip, sipping at your beverage. You were wondering if the sun hit you so hard that you were hallucinating. Actually, you were even thinking that you might be dreaming.

You heard the front door being opened. Lester entered the house, a frown on his face. He had seen that Bo was with another group and he hoped you were fine. He came back for you, to ask his brothers to let you go. There was something about you, he just couldn’t shake it off.

“Vincent?” he called for his brother, not seeing him yet “Look, there’s a girl here, and she’s nice, and she has her eyes, and her name, and her smile, so maybe don’t kill her…” he trailed off as he saw the three of you in the kitchen “Oh hi” he awkwardly said, moving a hand behind his neck.

So the men here really had the intention of killing you. Great. You would need to find a way to get out of here as fast as possible. Maybe you could steal a car from there, grab your stuff from your own car, and drive right to the police.

You saw Lester kneeling in front of Jonesy “Hello girl, come say hi?” he asked and usually Jonesy would jump on him but she didn’t budge an inch from where you were. She looked up at you before wrapping her tail around your ankle and resting her chin on the floor. If you weren’t moving, neither was she. Lester looked back at you.

“Oh.” he whispered and he started to tear up. “Ya’re her” he brightly smiled and you raised an eyebrow

“Okay, I’ve no freaking idea what’s going on in here” you grumbled

“Ya’re our sister” Lester whispered and you watched him as if a third arm just grew up on him

“What?”

“Ya’re finally back home. We thought we’d lost ya forever.”

You saw Vincent taking his knife back and leaving the house. He was walking straight to the group and you could tell he was going to help Bo to quickly kill them all. It didn’t seem part of the plan; it was what Bo’s body language told you when he noticed his brother coming closer.

“I’m not your sister” you said, as your eyes were still on the window, thinking that you clearly walked into a town full of insane people or that it was a dream.

“Jonesy knows. Everythin’ll be alright now” Lester happily hummed and your eyes went back on him: you knew you weren’t going to leave Ambrose that easily.

PART II

Taglist :

@feathery-ass

@g0thl3zz

@erasable-mustache

@cavern-creature

@peachycupotea

@p0rn-stargirl

@akemiixx01

@zebralover

284 notes · View notes

jonesy-and-max · 1 year

Text

part 5: Work II

The bell above the door jing-a-linged as Officer Mooney left the store, excited about his rental and all the possibilities that Free Willy 2 could have in store for him. Jonesy gave him a professional, polite wave good-bye and buried her face in her arms on the counter. Max was already in the aisles, headed to the horror section to find himself a copy of the much maligned Chain-Slaughter 4: Last Rites.

The fourth installment of the franchise was released seven years ago, in October of 1989. It had been only a year ago, at that point, that Max had first laid eyes on the original Chain-Slaughter. The summer of 1988 was a formative time in his life, his Uncle Lucky had become his official legal guardian, he had his first kiss, and he was introduced to horror movies. He and Jonesy would watch whatever they could get their hands on. They stayed up late to watch Joe Bob's Drive-in Theater, scoured garage sales for tapes, snuck into midnight showings at the theater, and at the end of it all, Max’s Uncle Lucky gifted him the original Chain-Slaughter trilogy on vhs. It wasn’t his birthday, it wasn’t a holiday, Lucky had simply heard him talking about how he was obsessed with seeing them and just wanted to make him happy. Up until that point, that type of kindness from an adult had, honestly, been nonexistent from Max’s life. So, it was no surprise that when Chain-Slaughter 4 was on its way to theaters, Jonesy and Max were losing their minds in anticipation. It was even less of a surprise that the worst installment of the franchise held such a special place in Max’s heart. It was the first Chain-Slaughter, and the first horror movie he'd ever seen on the big screen. And while the movie going ritual was always something Max treasured, sometimes his best memories would be in the line waiting to get tickets. Killing time with his Uncle and Jonesy, playing the hand slap game, laughing at dumb jokes, all the small interactions they’d have with their fellow line-waiters; he appreciated the journey as much as the destination.

Jonesy had hated the movie, but that never mattered. The movie was terrible, but it could’ve been the best thing she’d ever seen and it still would have been one of the best moments of her young life. Up until that point she had never been to the theater. Her parents didn’t like movies, and her older brother was more into sports, so if he didn’t care, they certainly didn’t care. It was that night she first felt what it was like to belong somewhere. When she got older she realized what she was experiencing that night was an epiphany, that maybe I’ve never been weird, maybe I just hadn’t found my people. That night she slept over Max’s, watching the original Chain-Slaughters, eating pizza, and talking until three in the morning. It had been a perfect opening day.

Last Rites would end up being a confused mess of ideas. A slasher flick with a misguided science fiction bent, a blending of two genres that often taste great together, but in this case, ended up with a stew of curdled milk. Production problems, studio interference, at least five complete rewrites to the script, and even a director change mid-production led to one of the most baffling entries into the slash genre. The collective Chain-Slaughter fandom would refuse to acknowledge its existence only a few weeks later. It would take a couple more decades until Last Rites achieved even the most generous of cult classic statuses.

Max pushed the tape into the VCR next to the register, this one connected to the three TVs over the popcorn maker and the one that sat on their far right, directly on the counter pointed towards them. He rolled the duck tape bandaged desk chair over and made himself comfortable, putting his feet up next to the TV. Jonesy stood behind him, leaning on the counter and eating a handful of popcorn. She snickered at the opening shot of an asteroid crashing to earth.

“Shh!”

“This movie is so ridiculous,” Jonesy ignored him, “I actually, honestly, love the alien bounty hunters. They’re my favorite.”

“I love the one that’s like, are they in love with Edgar Salt? Like, I’ve always got such horny vibes from that one with the exceptionally large belt buckle.”

“At what point is a belt buckle so big it becomes a codpiece?” She chuckled.

“I think about 20 minutes into this movie.”

Jonesy shook her head and dusted off her hands of popcorn salt. “This movie’s so bad I gotta take a shit. I’ll be back.”

“Just so you know it’s considered ‘chronic’ if it interrupts your daily life.” Max said with a sly smile, never taking his eyes off the movie.

“That’s good to know, fuck you very much,” Jonesy flipped him off, “You know Grasso’s always fucks up my stomach!”

“Then stop eating it!”

“I do what I want!” Jonesy disappeared into the customer, single occupancy bathroom, locking the door.

Max grinned to himself and turned up the volume a notch on the TV.

Jonesy locked the door behind her, put down the seat on the toilet and sat down. She reached under her hat and pulled out three short, fat, blunts wrapped in plastic wrap. A wide, greedy smile spread across her face as she slowly passed them under her nose. Jonesy rolled her eyes in bliss; they smelled amazing. On the plastic she had written “DESSERT” in big block letters. She had scored these particular beauties from Kenny, local dealer and aspiring botanist. Max was a casual fan of a good high, but Kenny could see that Jonesy was a burgeoning enthusiast. He had invited her over to his place so he could show her what he was working on. They smoked and chatted, Kenny was a generally affable guy, he was basically a big teddy bear. Before she left he had given her three baby blunts of his newest strain, he wanted her to test it out and let him know what she thought. This gave Jonesy a kind of weird sense of pride. So far she had been very good at only a few things in her life: movie trivia, that riff from “Touch Me, I’m Sick,” and jerking off. Now she could add bud connoisseur to the list. Maybe she did have a future after all.

She lit it up and indulged long and deeply, “Ho-ly shit, dude.” In her ears her voice was like a river of molasses. “Kenny, Kenny, Kenny. Are you flirting with me?” She snorted at her own joke and took another hefty hit. The bathroom began to fill with thick plumes of sweet, fragrant smoke as Jonesy enjoyed her dessert. As the warm rush of dopamine enveloped her body, Jonesy’s eyes wandered down between her legs, she held the blunt between her lips, twiddled her fingers in the air and headed south “Don’t mind if I do…”

“We must extract his memories!” The alien bounty hunter jammed a rod-shaped device into the human’s skull. His eyes pulsated different colors as they ballooned and exploded, the now animatronic head screaming and bursting into flames. “Hm. Perhaps a lower level next time, Fleeg?”

“Bwahaha! Krem, you goof!” Max applauded, “Come on, how do people hate this movie??”

Scitter.

Max caught something moving out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look, but it was gone. He furrowed his brow and got himself comfortable again in his seat.

Scitter.

“Ok, what the fuck.” He looked around, but couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but he could hear something. Movement. The sound of sharp little nails moving on carpet and some kind of plastic, maybe. Slowly, Max reached down under the counter, finding the “security” baseball bat. “Hey… Jonesy?”

Scitter, scitter!

He saw it this time, a dusty black ball of fur, a flash of a small black orb. It headed towards the back room, and he could have sworn it was dragging something along with it.

“Not on my watch!” Max hopped the counter and gave chase, baseball bat in hand.

He burst into the backroom just in time to see the tip of a wormy tail slip out of sight, through the hole in the door to the basement. Cautiously, he stepped forward, purposeful with each step until he reached the door. It creaked like so many spooky basement doors before it. The scitter-scitter on the cement floors below echoed from somewhere in the darkness, then a subtle metallic scraping noise. The staircase objected to Max’s approach, letting out soft croaks and groans with each step down. He finally reached the lightswitch at the bottom of the staircase, the fluorescent lights flickered to life with a tink tink, hrmmm. The basement of Popcorn Video was full of boxes and assorted junk. Old displays, yellowing posters, endless stacks of vhs. A rolling coat rack with extra uniforms, out of date uniforms, and random, tacky, promotional t-shirts. Two large, industrial looking shelves held even more vhs tapes, tools, lightbulbs, and other miscellaneous detritus. Sitting on one of those shelves were a few flashlights. Max picked one up and turned it on. It flickered and went out, but after a couple of solid smacks, the beam held. The bat had become a bit unwieldy, he put it aside and scanned the room for a new weapon. Max exclaimed in triumph as he discovered a claw hammer sitting in one of the abandoned tool boxes. He gave it a few test swings and, satisfied with its potential, added it to his inventory. He searched the basement with the flashlight, looking for any kind of hint as to where the creature may have gone, he remembered the metal scraping, but couldn’t quite put his finger on what could have made that sound. The spotlight focused on boxes, on shelves, dusty, broken shelving, until it stopped. It had passed over something a little too quickly. Max brought the light back to a large metal grate in the wall behind a stack of boxes. The bottom left of the grate was cracked and bent outward. He pushed the boxes out of the way, crouched down and aimed the beam of the flashlight into the vent. A pair of ghostly, disembodied eyes flashed back in the darkness. It seems he was being watched. The vent was large, about up to his knee and slightly wider than his shoulder. Crawling around in grungy tunnels filled with vermin wasn’t exactly a new experience for Max, more like a beloved, nostalgic, pastime. He pried open the grate, swapped the flashlight and the hammer into opposite hands, and began his entrance into the ominous shaft. Crawling in a few feet, he pointed the spotlight where he had seen the eyes and, sure enough, the creature hadn’t moved an inch. Sitting at the far end of the vent was a rat, a rat the size of a large cat, filthy, with oily fur and wet, red eyes, but none of these things disturbed Max more than what this monster of a rodent was holding. In its leathery little claws it held a Popcorn Video rental, the words, large and bold on the front, revealed its contents: “SEE YOU SOON (1966).” The rat gnawed on the corner of the box.

“Motherfucker!” Max bellowed in disbelief and excitement, “That’s mine!”

Startled, the beast darted down the rest of the vent, took a sharp left around a corner, and disappeared. Max gave chase, crawling after it, deeper and deeper into the vent, turning left and after a few more feet, coming to a steep drop. The ventilation shaft turned into a slide, it actually reminded Max of “the Great Fall,” a waterslide he had always been too afraid to go down as a kid at Neptune’s Kingdom Water Park. Fortunately, Max was pretty good at overcoming his fears. He beared down, gritted his teeth and took the plunge, just like he did in the summer of ‘89.

“Get fucked, Neptune!” The war cry echoed in the vents that same way it had in the waterslide tube seven years ago.

#opening day #web serial #writing #90s #original story #original characters #slice of life #jonesy and max #clerks #vhs #video store #oc #story

0 notes

dhr-ao3 · 1 year

Text

De fallacia apparente prospectu

De fallacia apparente prospectu https://ift.tt/BLtuqhP by erinanodatristan The perception of things is the most volatile thing that can exist. Edgar Allan Poe wrote: “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream”, and that is as close to reality as there can be. Hermione Granger was a pragmatic woman, she only believed in what she was shown. With a perfect career, an athletic husband, and a delightful daughter, she was convinced she wanted nothing else in life. But a series of unexpected coincidences will set in motion a mechanism that will shatter her every certainty, leading her to make choices she never dreamed she would make. In a universe where music permeates everything and where the line between what is and what seems is thin, twelve years after the Battle of Hogwarts, she will find herself having to play the hero once again. To build a new, glittering future, she will have to come to terms with herself and even re-evaluate the role Draco Malfoy plays in her life. This story will be updated on a regular basis. The next chapter will be published on Friday 30 December at 9 p.m., UTC+0. Save the date. Words: 18907, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Augustine Bellèmere - OFC, Donato Orsini - OFC, Jonesy - OFC, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Canon Divergence - Post-Hogwarts, Romance, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Slow Romance, Action & Romance, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, NSFW, Sexual Tension, Belligerent Sexual Tension, Adult Hermione Granger, Adult Draco Malfoy, Betrayal, Intrigue, Canon-Typical Violence, Nothing is like it seems, Occlumency (Harry Potter), Female Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger Being a Know-It-All, Draco works at Ministry too, But not the English one, Enemies to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enchanted necklace, Terrorism, The Wizarding World is not in peace, European Magical Council, Many new characters will appear, Many new places too, The Ministry of Magic is in danger, Hermione Granger is Always Right, Explicit Sexual Content, Malfoy speaks italian, and french too via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/fO2rLkx December 06, 2022 at 06:08PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

0 notes

lebenspurpur · 3 years

Text

headcannons that just make sense

|Michael|

⇝ Michael loves children. He wouldn't want any himself but he enjoys watching them since Michael loves their natural lively imagination.

⇝ He loves candy, especially gummies and candy corn.

⇝ Michael enjoys reading. He is a quiet person and very intelligent. Reading is one of his favorite hobbies to gain knowledge.

⇝ Michael definitely broke through the floor in the old Myer's house before.

⇝ Michael likes cats, surprisingly. He doesn't understand the idea of pets but cats are so independent and quiet. He tries to copy their moves a lot.

⇝ This man literally doesn't have an ounce of social intelligence. Small talk with him would be so uncomfortable and awkward. He doesn't know how it works.

|Vincent|

⇝ Vincent is stronger than Bo.

⇝ He secretly despises the mask. His mom technically made it for him to make Vincent understand that he looks like a freak. He wishes he'd be more confident and could live without it.

⇝ Vincent loves Bo with all his heart even if he's a narcissistic asshole.

⇝ Vincent is scared for Lester a lot. Since he's younger Vincent wants to protect him.

⇝ Vincent wants to learn an instrument. Piano would be his favorite but violins are a close second place.

⇝ Vincent secretly adores being with both of his brothers, even if one bullies him and the other one reeks.

⇝ Vincent doesn't like his father. They never had a close relationship.

⇝ The things Vincent has done for the aesthetic of them... God..

|Bo|

⇝ Bo would actually sacrifice himself for both of his brothers.

⇝ He feels bad about treating Vincent like he does but his pride is too big for him to apologize.

⇝ Bo doesn't actually know how to repair cars but he's learning.

⇝ Bo wishes he could draw like Vincent.

⇝ He is very lonely sometimes, alcohol is his best friend in these times. He's high-key alcoholic.

⇝ Bo was the child in elementary school that brought a knife to class.

⇝ He had a teacher that realized his abuse and subsequent aggression. She protected him and he saw her like a mother.

⇝ Bo sometimes wants to leave Ambrose and just discover what lays beyond his beloved America.

|Lester|

⇝ Lester loves Halloween, he makes the twins go trick or treating with him. Since nobody opens the door (what a surprise), he buys candy himself and places filled bowls all over town.

⇝ Lester has a very close relationship with Vincent. He stands up for him when Bo gets too harsh.

⇝ As a child he used to sleep in Vincent's bed when he had a nightmare.

⇝ Lester believes in true love which is absolutely adorable.

⇝ Lester has had emotional deep talks with his dog, Jonesy.

⇝ Lester was the child that actually loved his parents, he misses them a lot.

⇝ He used to run to the forest and looked for fairies and goblins as a child.

⇝ Lester likes to watch Vincent draw, it calms him when he's stressed.

|Otis|

⇝ Otis would never tell them but he loves his adoptive family, the Firefly family, so much.

⇝ He's sure that if they hadn't found him he'd be dead by now. Either because of drugs or suicide.

⇝ Otis secretly wants a dog.

⇝ He is very intelligent and if he tries he can actually be impressive when it comes to stating his opinions and beliefs.

⇝ Otis daydreams daily how his life would've worked out if he was "normal".

⇝ He overthinks his actions a lot. He doesn't feel bad about them but he analyzes the mistakes so they won't happen again.

|Baby|

⇝ Baby has had days where she just laid in bed and cried. She isn't always as happy as everyone believes.

⇝ Baby was very insecure about her body as a teenager. The other girls bullied her which led to quickly decreasing confidence.

⇝ Baby is very glad to have Otis as a brother, he's her ultimate idol.

⇝ Baby is scared by horror movies. She's not squeamish but she gets scared easily, especially when the subject's demons or supernatural horror.

⇝ Baby fell in love with a girl in her school once. Unfortunately it was a bully of hers.

⇝ Baby forced Otis multiple times to go and buy pads for her.

|Billy|

⇝ Billy is a little geek and we all know it.

⇝ Definitely a gamer though back in his time, video games just started developing.

⇝ Billy has comfort characters without knowing what that means.

⇝ He has thought about making out with Stu before.

⇝ Billy is a very emotional person even if he doesn't show it in public. The only one who has seen the emotional side is Stu.

⇝ Billy wants to dress more alternative but that'd ruin his "perfect disguise". He'd love some leather boots and dark eyeliner.

|Stu|

⇝ Stu is sure that he's bisexual though he hasn't outed himself yet. His closet is made out of glass let's not lie here.

⇝ Stu is actually a very empathetic character which is why Billy loves him so much.

⇝ Stu loves everything that involves rollercoasters, he's an adrenaline junkie.

⇝ He either has ADHD or ADD.

⇝ He is actually pretty tolerant with a lot of stuff. He'd definitely wear nail paint and a skirt, sure. He's all against toxic masculinity.

⇝ His room is so fucking messy.

|Brahms|

⇝ Brahms has porn magazines hidden in the walls.

⇝ Brahms really likes gardening. He's a huge fan of planting his own stuff.

⇝ He is terrified of wild animals. This man is literally scared of wolves even though that's the last thing that'd attack him.

⇝ Brahms doesn't like fire all that much. He usually sits far away from it.

⇝ If he had a camera he'd totally take creepy stalker pictures through the walls.

⇝ He knows how to cook, surprisingly. Though he himself lives off of toast and tea.

⇝ He isn't stupid but his intelligence mainly bases on literature. He couldn't solve a simple equation yet he knows "Romeo and Juliet" like he wrote it.

⇝ Brahms hates sports. Especially running. He will throw himself on the ground after two minutes and whine.

|Josef|

⇝ Josef either lives vegan or vegetarian.

⇝ He wishes he had a pet. He'd love a cat or a dog.

⇝ Josef actually loved his parents even if they didn't have a close relationship. They passed away which is why he has so much money.

⇝ Bisexual king. I mean come on, he wanted to seduce Aaron as well as Sara.

⇝ He knows a lot about healthy eating. Fresh vegetables as well as fruit are a must in his house.

⇝ He doesn't actually have a house, he rents apartments or tiny houses for a few months and then leaves again.

⇝ He wanted to study medicine when he was a teenager. His grades were good enough as well.

|Thomas|

⇝ Thomas loves animals a lot. He wishes he wouldn't have to slaughter them sometimes but at the time he didn't have a choice.

⇝ While he despises school he loves gaining knowledge. If it wasn't for the bullies he'd gone back to school.

⇝ He hums lullabies to himself while he works.

⇝ He has thought about killing Hoyt yet he knows that he isn't allowed to kill family.

⇝ Tommy never had the chance to understand what's so wrong about cannibalism. He kind of gets it though.

⇝ Thomas has a huge artisanal intelligence. He can craft very well, as well as repair things.

⇝ He makes little dolls and toys when he's not busy.

⇝ He too wishes he had a pet with fur so he could pet it.

⇝ He has stamina like an ox. Thomas is probably able to run for hours.

1K notes · View notes

slasherhaven · 3 years

Note

Hey, my birthday is soon and so I thought, what would the slasher do on their S/O’s Birthday? What would they gift them? You probably know what I mean, I already say thank you^^💕💕

How the Slashers would celebrate their S/O’s Birthday:

Thomas Hewitt

Luda May lets you take the day off. It’s your birthday, so you get to skip your chores for the day. Luda May will take care of them. Thankfully, that gives you more time to spend with Thomas since she becomes more lenient with him on your birthday as well.

He and Luda May bake a cake. The two of them surprise you with it. Thomas knows how to cook and bake basic things, Luda May had taught him, but there is no way she is missing making your birthday cake. So, they make it together. They’re both just so glad when you like it.

He probably makes your gift. He might find something in a victim’s belongings that he thinks you’ll particularly like, and he’ll hang on to it so that he can give it to you as a gift. But if he doesn’t come across anything that he considers worthy, he will make you something. He is pretty crafty after all.

Michael Myers

You kinda think he’s going to forget. Birthdays don’t seem like a think that Michael would care too much about, and that’s not completely wrong. However, the two of you had been together for a while at this point and you had made an effort for his birthday, making him a cake and getting him a gift. So, he figures he should do something similar for you.

Probably steals a gift for you. He is trying. It’s not like he can walk into a shop and purchase something for you, so he will probably just steal something that he think’s you’ll like. It’s the thought that counts, right?

There will be a cake. Michael probably won’t make it, but you don’t really want to take that risk anyway. But he’ll assist you as you bake it. The cake is his favourite part of your birthday or his own, he has a bit of a sweet tooth.

Jason Voorhees

Plans a picnic date. He wanted to do something special and feels bad that whatever it is has to happen out in the middle of nowhere or in the abandoned camp. However, the picnic was a brilliant idea. He enjoyed it and the happy look on your face told him that he had done something good. It’s simple, it’s cute, it’s perfect.

Gets you flowers. As for a gift, he gets you a bunch of flowers, your favourites that grow in the woods. Jason isn’t as willing to pocket a past victim’s belongings and pass it off as a gift as some of the other slashers, but if he sees something that he knows you’ll like, he’ll take it for you.

Brahms Heelshire

It’s your day! He knows that pretty much every other day is his day, you’re always doing for him. So today he is going to do things for you! You shouldn’t have to do anything chore like on your birthday.

Tries to bake a cake. Brahms will do his best to bake you a cake on his own but you might end up stepping in and helping him out, but it’s a sweet gesture and he’s not completely hopeless so don’t worry too much. He just tends to make a mess.

Will get you whatever you want. The two of you obviously have access to his family’s money and Brahms will use it to get you something nice, of course having it delivered to the house. So, you will probably answer the door to a random delivery and have Brahms run over to you, snatching it from your hands and running off again as soon as you close the front door.

Bo Sinclair

Does just spend the day with you. Bo isn’t too sure what to do for your birthday (and god forbid he lets you think that he actually cares). But he does actively spend the day with you, ignoring both of your responsibilities for the day.

Might actually take you into town. If he’s feeling extra nice, he might take you into the town they get their supplies from. Taking you for something to eat and maybe even buying you something before heading home. All in all, you have a good day and you can tell that Bo tried to make it a little special.

Vincent Sinclair

Just tries to spend the day with you. Vincent makes sure to work extra hard on the days leading up to your birthday so that he can spend the day with you, without giving Bo anything to complain about.

Gifts you little wax a sculpture. He puts a lot of thought and effort into your gift, crafting you a flawless little wax sculpture for you to cherish. It will likely be of your favourite animal or even a tiny replica of yourself.

Lester Sinclair

Plans a day with you and Jonesy. Ambrose can be a lot to handle so Lester thinks that you’ll appreciate a lazy day with your two favourite Sinclairs. Him and Jonesy. And he was right, it’s a peaceful but fun day.

Get’s you something from town. He went into town a day or two prior to pick up a cake (which he was determined to hide from you, making him act awfully suspicious but you figured it was something to do with your birthday approaching). He also picked up something that he thought you would enjoy so that he could give you a gift, he had been saving up for it and everything.

Bubba Sawyer

Will make a cake but has to hide it from his brothers. He wants you to have a birthday cake but everyone in that house likes cake, snacks always go missing, having been stolen by someone. So Bubba makes sure that you’re the first person to have a slice of your cake.

Makes you a gift. He can’t really buy you anything but he thinks it mean more to make the gift anyway. And, of course, you adore any gift he gives you.

You might even get something from Nubbins or ChopTop. If the family has warmed up to you enough and you have befriended the two of them, Nubbins and ChopTop will wish you a happy birthday and maybe even get you a little gift each.

Billy Lenz

Extra affectionate (if that is possible). As soon as you wake up, Billy is wishing you a happy birthday with a hug and a kiss. He just wants to show you how much he loves and appreciates you on your birthday.

Will attempt to bake. He certainly isn’t used to baking so you might have to help him out if you don’t want him making too much of a mess or burning the house down. But it ends up being a fun thing to do together.

Might gift you something that he found in the attic. Since he isn’t about to go shopping, he kinda gives up on giving you a gift. But if he founds something of particular interest hidden in the attic that he hadn’t noticed before, he decides to gift you that. He thinks you will like it and you appreciate the thoughtfulness.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Will take you out for dinner. It’s a nice restaurant, your favourite if you have one. If not, he definitely already has one in mind that he knows you will like.

Asa is observant, he’ll get you something you want. If you’ve ever mentioned something that you liked or wanted, Asa will make sure that he gets it for you. If you have never mentioned anything or made a hint towards something, he will definitely get you something that you will like. He knows you very well.

(If you have more of a ‘favourite pet’ relationship) He is more lenient and affectionate with you. The whole day feels like a reward, doing what you want to do, receiving a gift, and getting all the attention and affection you could ask for.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

Will take you out for dinner, or whatever you want to do. Jesse takes you to a fancy restaurant that he loves (he will take you to your favourite place if you have one). He will also do whatever you want, if there’s somewhere you want to go, a show you want to see, anything, he’ll take you.

Will spoil you with gifts. Anything you want or could want, Jesse provides. It doesn’t need to be your birthday for him to get you gifts, so he gets you even more when it is your birthday. He enjoys spoiling you so it’s no surprise.

Otis Driftwood

Mama Firefly tells Otis to do something special. She gives him a bit of a lecture about how he should make your birthday special, get you something nice or take you somewhere. Otis rolls his eyes and bats her away but he was already planning on doing something, he just hadn’t told anyone that. Can’t have anyone think he’s going soft.

He takes you out so the two of you can spend the day together. Otis decides to take you out of the house for the day, just the two of you. While Baby is always excited to party, Otis is more open to doing something calmer if you’re not in the partying mood. Whatever you want to do, that’s what the two of you will end up doing, he’s feeling generous.

Just a small gift. Otis doesn't get you anything big or expensive but the fact that he is getting you a gift at all makes you smile, knowing he is one for sentimental things like gift giving.

Baby Firefly

The whole family remembers, Mama is most likely to make you cake. You’re family now so the whole family will remember your birthday and make sure to wish you a happy birthday. Plus everyone is happy to have an excuse for cake.

You have to celebrate! Baby is definitely going to be dragging you somewhere with alcohol and music to celebrate properly. It’s difficult to not have a good time when Baby is involved.

She has a gift for you, but it’s definitely stolen. Of course she got you a gift! And yes...it’s stolen, but what do you expect? Still, it’s the thought that counts and she makes sure that it’s something you’ll like.

Yautja (Predator)

You’ve explained to him how you celebrate birthdays. He wants to learn everything about humans and your culture differences, so when you mentioned your birthday was approaching, he asked how you would normally celebrate. And, of course, he is going to give it his best shot even though he doesn’t have too.

Tries to bake. A cake, that’s a tradition you mentioned right? He’ll find a recipe somewhere and give it his best shot. It’s not a disaster but it’s your kitchen so you ended up intervening and offering to help. He has waved you off, telling you that you shouldn’t help because it’s your birthday, but you convinced him to let you step in and do it together.

His gift is...unconventional. You never specified what the gift should be, so he lets some of his culture slip into the celebrations. The gift is most likely some sort of alien skull or bones, which he presents to you proudly. How can you turn them down when he looks so proud of himself?

985 notes · View notes

brandnewhuman · 2 years

Note

i hope i am not late for the matchups! I'm 5'1, even tho i am 22 i look like i am like 14yo because of my face and height. I love cats, dogs AND possums, like a lot! I am very kind and gentle to everyone and feel like cry when peopel are mean for no reason. I have blonde hair (dyed), it is rosegold blonde. I love to collect rocks, any type of rocks, i like shells too, and if i had friends irl i probably would give them rocks as little gifts. I like to paint, that children coloring books i mean... But i also like to make sad drawings of ciclops or long haired boys. i have depression so i am always giving up when making new projects, but sometimes i finish them. I am always shaking my leg/legs, i have too many energy and likes to drink energy drinks (i like to make my life difficult you see...) and since i have much enegy i run around my living room A LOT, ending up falling and hurting my body (normally my knees and feet).

(btw i love your blog, you are so funny and talented!)

I paired you up with...

♡Bo Sinclair♡

Every single one of you telling me I'm funny and encouraging my foul sense of humour are responsible for me getting confident in living life like the head empty no thoughts sad creature I am, SERIOUSLY I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH. NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN SO NICE AND KIND ABOUT ME AND THE THINGS I DO SO THANK YOU

That being said, BO IS NOT MEAN SO IT MAKES SENSE OKAY? I WILL MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.

You don't only get this fine man but you get a WHOLE JONESY BABE all for you with him! It's like the perfect family, nothing more nothing less.

This man needs all the kindness and gentle approach you can give him. He wants and needs to feel loved but since he always has to be the strong one and in charge of everything he tends to overlook himself and his feelings often. Everyone sees him as this confident person who never loses his cool and it's always the one everyone relies on so unintentionally he's been left with no one with whom he can be vulnerable. He would see you as his safe place not to like trauma dump on you but to allow himself to just be Bo and not the head of the family who always needs to have everything sorted out and fix every single problem.

He would be so gentle with you. He's the type of person who gives you the same consideration you give him so it's very hard for him to be mean without a reason plus you're his darling! How could he ever want to see you cry???

Every single rock you give this man he is keeping it. Like he has some on his nightstand, he carries others in his pocket and even in his workshop he has some decorating his workbench. Really any gift from you it's something special for him, even the smallest thing.

Every time he goes out of town he brings back colouring books for you. He even likes to watch you do them because he finds it relaxing and your actual drawings? They're going to be hanged proudly all over the house and his workshop.

He would do everything and anything to help you with your depression and keep you motivated throughout your projects. He is like THE hype man, he always makes sure to tell you how great you're doing and how proud he is of you. Everything you finish or accomplish is a reason for him to be proud or even when you decide to take a break for the sake of your mental health. He is always going to be supportive in any possible way.

NO MORE ENERGY DRINKS OR YOU WILL BE PUT IN A CHILD LEASH. The bouncing leg thing is something I have too so I decided that our greasy man would be understanding and would never tell us something mean or makes us stop :')

If you do end up hurting yourself he's always ready to help you but like scolding you at the same time. Not in a super mean way. YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND HIM, HE HAS THE ENERGY OF A TURTLE. MY MAN IS ALWAYS TIRED.

I feel like he scolds you more out of envy than of concern cause he wishes to be that energetic all the fucking time. Chasing victims around would be much more easy

This matchup made me think about this song:

#slasher community #slasher fandom #slashers #slasher fanfiction #horror movies #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #house of wax #brian van holt #slasher #slasher matchups

12 notes · View notes