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your fanfiction is valid

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Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

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a shitty movie from the 90s is worth more than the shitty movies that are made today

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Happy halloween!

You can boop me!

Leave a comment or reblog if you let people spam boop you

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I'll boop back anyone who reblogs/likes this post! I need to BOOP!!

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Going into college but when I get out everyone is getting booped

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Going into college but when I get out everyone is getting booped

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David Tennant as Peter Vincent FRIGHT NIGHT (2011), dir. Craig Gillespie

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reblog this if you're okay with booping spams please !!

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coming across a post from a mutual who hasn't opted in yet

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pin for all my fellow paranoia havers that are so brave and strong every night walking to the kitchen

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Broken Home | Bo Sinclair x Reader

TW: Abuse

A/N: This is the reboot of my original series titled the same. This one is going to be better, I think, so thank you for reading!

Chapter One

I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. I was terrified, angry, and overall hurt. I questioned why it happened to me but prayed it was a gift in disguise. Being optimistic wasn't easy, but it would be the only way I would get through this alive.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I drove the deserted road, occasionally glancing at my map to try to navigate where I needed to go. My stuff was thrown haphazardly in the backseat, and my immediate needs were in the passenger seat. Things like my map, my purse, and so on.

I had a plan. I was heading to my hometown of Ambrose. Silent prayers filled my head as I hoped who I wanted to see still lived there. I hadn't seen him or his family since I was a little girl.

Bo. Bo Sinclair. To others, he was a menace, but to me, he was a protector. A memory came flooding back as I thought back to him.

I was young, probably about five or six, and I was being picked on while playing alone outside. I was shy when I was young and usually kept to myself. For some reason, a boy around my age had decided to pick on me. My mom swore it was because he simply had a crush on me, but I didn't buy it. Whatever the reason, he started throwing dirt and small rocks at me. I had tried getting away, but he cornered me. I fell on my butt and scrambled back.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing!?" A voice sounded behind him. Clearly, someone that was our age. The boy whipped around and dropped the rocks he had in his hand. "S-Sorry!" Was all the boy squeaked out before running away. I looked to see who it was and saw it was Bo Sinclair.

Bo was known to be a bully in his own right. He had a temper and was extremely protective of his siblings. He wasn't afraid of a fight. "And don't bother her again!" He yelled as the boy ran off. He offered me a hand, and I took it, standing up and brushing the dirt off my clothes.

"Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah, I-I'm okay. Thank you." I replied and smiled shyly. He nodded and smiled brightly. "What's your name?" He pried. "Y/N L/N. Who are you?" I already knew, but it was only polite to ask in return. "Bo Sinclair." He said and grinned. "Oh, your mom owns the Wax Museum, right? And your dad's a doctor?" He nodded.

That moment was the catalyst of a fantastic friendship. He was protective of me, and I was never picked on in a mean way again. He, of course, picked on me, but it was always in a playful manner, so I didn't mind. I became sort of friends with Vincent and knew of Lester (he was too little to really be friends with). Vincent tended to be with his mom, helping her with the Museum.

Bo and I grew older together. He even became my childhood crush. But one day, the Sugar Mill went out of business. My parents were out of work, and that meant we had to move. I hated the idea. I wanted to stay with Bo. I begged my parents to let me stay, but I didn't have a choice.

When the day came for me to leave, I cried. I didn't want to leave Bo, leave the only town I'd ever known. I grabbed one of my stuffed animals and gave it to Bo. He said he'd keep it forever, and we hugged one last time before I left. I cried on and off the whole ride to the new town.

A smile came to me as I remembered Bo being so protective of me. It was a nice memory in a moment of such anguish. Would Bo even remember me? Would he even still live in Ambrose? Thoughts swirled in my mind as I drove.

Reality set back in fairly quickly, reminding me I was not coming back on good terms. I was coming because I needed an escape and fast. My ex was after me. I knew that if he found me, I was likely dead. My foot pressed on the gas a bit harder.

I checked my map one more time before seeing the sign I remembered from all those years ago. "Trudy's House of Wax". I smiled despite the tears. I knew I was almost to Ambrose.

After a little more driving, I arrived in the town. I parked in front of the gas station and got out. I headed into the gas station. "Hello?" I called out but got no response. I stood still for a minute before hearing some muffled music. I stepped out of the gas station and followed the music to the church.

I took a breath and slowly pushed the door open. The pews were filled, and a man knelt in front of a casket. A preacher stood off to the side behind the casket. My eyes widened, and I quickly closed the door, not wanting to interrupt.

I groaned softly into my hands and brushed the hair from in front of my face. I was about to walk away when the door opened. I looked up to see a man. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket and lit one before looking at me.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt. I'm actually looking for someone. Can you help?" The man nodded and took a drag. "His name is Bo Sinclair. I'm Y/N L/N, I know it's a long shot to even think he's still here, but -" His eyes widened. "Y/N...?"

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Credit: 📸 @hannahhillam

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La maman et la putain, 1973

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The Scream movies are my absolute favorite movies and this ideas been really picking my brain for a fic- what if instead if having a killer come back they had Maureen come back. Kinda like what Sydney was dreaming about in Scream3 . I feel like that would be such a big plot twist if instead of a new killer coming back because of Maureen she came back for revenge