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blackenedsnow · 3 months ago

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I was the one who made reader have a you her sibling they take care of, just saying, it was so amazing. I love it:D. I have another request. This one was a bit weird and rushed cause like I'm a sleepover with two of my cousins so

Billy Loomis, Bubba Sawyer, Art the Clown, Stu Matcher, Thomas Hewitt, Jason, Michael, Billy Lenz, Pinhead, Tiffany (if you write for her) Charles/Chucky, Bo, Vincent, Lester, Brahms. If you want to add more or get rid of some it's okay. But you can either have it platonic of them being a younger sibling or child (adopted or not) going to a sleepover. Maybe sneaking out to it. They go to find out where they are and find them in a house and they are being loud, laughing, and just being kids

If you don't do platonic (cause I can't remember if you do or don't) then do it romantically and just like the same thing. You can change things if you that helps and sorry about this. But, the request I first made and you did, it was a great and made me smile cause I didn't expect it so thanks for that

slashers reactions to their younger sibling reader sneaking out to a sleepover ; headcanons

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Billy Loomis & Sibling! Reader, Bubba Sawyer & Sibling! Reader, Art the Clown & Sibling! Reader, Stu Macher & Sibling! Reader, Thomas Hewitt & Sibling! Reader, Jason Voorhees & Sibling! Reader, Michael Myers & Sibling! Reader, Billy Lenz & Sibling! Reader, Pinhead & Sibling! Reader, Tiffany Valentine & Sibling! Reader, Charles Lee Ray/Chucky & Sibling! Reader, Bo Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Vincent Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Lester Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Brahms Heelshire & Sibling! Reader

NOTE: Hope you enjoyed this! I could imagine so many of them struggling to hold back but ultimately wanting to let you just be a kid and have fun. Thank you so much for this request; it was a blast to write!

BILLY LOOMIS

You’ve managed to sneak out quietly, thinking Billy won’t notice because he’s engrossed in a movie marathon.

But within half an hour, he realizes you’re gone and his “big sibling” instincts kick in.

He shows up at the house with that intense, unblinking stare that could stop anyone mid-laugh.

Who do you think you are, sneaking out like this?

He’s relieved (and slightly embarrassed) to see you just goofing off with friends.

Pretends to be unimpressed when you’re caught off guard.

He’ll let you stay—for now—

With the most deadpan expression, muttering,

“You could’ve just told me.”

But he’s not about to let you get away with it.

Once you’re back home, he’s the silent-but-deadly type. Just know you’re grounded.

BUBBA SAWYER

Bubba panics the minute he realizes you’re gone, running through the house and making distressed sounds as he searches for you.

He's going to family members and pointing to where your things should be.

The whole family tries to calm him down, but he’s inconsolable until he finds a clue leading him to the sleepover house.

When he tracks you down, he’s so relieved he doesn’t know what to do.

Seeing you safe and having fun brings tears to his eyes.

He’ll probably sit outside the house, just quietly waiting for you to finish.

If you notice him, he might wave shyly or even try to make himself “invisible.”

ART THE CLOWN

Oh, Art knows you’ve snuck out, and he’s amused.

He’s both delighted to have a reason to check in and irritated that you thought you could get away with this.

Appears at the sleepover out of nowhere, scaring the life out of anyone who notices him lurking outside.

Watches silently, only making himself known to you with that twisted grin of his, waving as if to say, “Caught you!”

Doesn't stop you from having fun but does make it clear that he knows—and will remember.

Expect creepy antics as payback when you get home.

STU MACHER

Stu probably wasn’t paying enough attention to notice you sneaking out right away, but once he does..

He's MAD.

Once he finds the house, he’s too tempted not to sneak around and scare the shit out of all of you.

Might throw a pebble at the window to get your attention and then give you a dramatic pout, mouthing,

“How could you leave me out?”

When you get home, he’ll give you a long (and playful) guilt trip about how you left him to "suffer".

THOMAS HEWITT

Notices you’re missing right away.

Thomas doesn’t like you out of his sight, so he feels uneasy, imagining the worst.

He follows you quietly, not wanting to interrupt.

When he spots you through the window, safe and laughing, he stops, taking a deep breath of relief.

Watches you with a slight smile, just relieved to see you having fun.

He’s happy that you’re being a normal kid and knows better than to interrupt that.

Will probably leave you alone and probably won't bring it up, ever.

He would definitely prefer if you let him know though.

JASON VOORHEES

Jason’s heart drops when he notices you’re not in your usual spot, and he’s anxious as he starts tracking you down.

He’s relieved to see you laughing and safe with friends.

Stays outside or hidden, keeping a protective eye.

He doesn’t want to interrupt but also doesn’t want anything sneaking up on you.

Plus, who knows if these kids don't mean any harm?

Might leave little signs outside (like stacked stones) to let you know he was there, just to make sure you’re safe.

MICHAEL MYERS

He’s annoyed.

Why would you leave his protection?

Michael doesn’t even try to blend in; he’s the shadow at the window.

Once you see his white mask peeking in, you know the jig is up.

He won’t cause a scene, but he just stares until you get the message.

When you sneak out to meet him, he’ll give you a tiny “you-know-better” look, but he’s not mad—he just wants you safe.

Doesn’t reveal himself to anyone else, but he’ll stay there the entire time.

When you get home, expect a long, silent stare, reminding you that you’re not as sneaky as you think.

BILLY LENZ

He notices right away.

Billy has a keen eye for your whereabouts, and he’s instantly on the move, tracking you down.

Peers through the window, watching you play with a pout.

He feels oddly betrayed but finds your happiness too endearing to be angry.

He won’t disrupt the fun, but you might catch a glimpse of him outside, holding his hands up in an “I’m watching you” gesture.

When you get home, he’ll tease you nonstop about “abandoning him.”

PINHEAD

This is completely out of the ordinary, and he is both confused and a bit annoyed that you snuck out without informing him.

Appears in his signature, intimidating way, silently observing from outside.

He finds the concept of a “sleepover” curious.

He’s more contemplative about it, watching as if studying some strange new human ritual.

He waits until you’re ready to return and then accompanies you back without a word.

You can expect a very stern lecture when you get home about the importance of communication…

TIFFANY VALENTINE

She realizes quickly that you’re gone and storms out to find you, though her anger’s more worried than anything.

When she spots you through the window, laughing and having fun, her irritation fades into a soft smile.

She won’t interrupt, just stands outside and watches for a bit.

She loves seeing you like this, happy and unbothered.

When you get back, she’ll playfully scold you but then pull you into a hug, reminding you to tell her next time.

CHUCKY (CHARLES LEE RAY)

Chucky’s annoyed at first, muttering to himself,

“What does this kid think they’re doing?”

He’s irritated you’d sneak off, especially without his “permission,” and tracks you down, grumbling the entire way.

When he finds you, he feels an odd mix of pride and annoyance.

He likes your independence but also doesn’t like feeling “left out.”

Gives you a wicked grin through the window, mouthing, “We’re talking later.”

He’ll grumble that “next time, you should let him know,” but he’s proud you managed to sneak out without him noticing.

BO SINCLAIR

Bo is mad and lets you know it.

He’s worried you’re in danger, and when he finds you, he’s that overprotective brother with his arms crossed.

He pulls you aside, lecturing you on safety and probably embarrassing you in front of your friends.

But once he knows you’re okay, he lets up a bit and waits outside for you, a little softer.

At home, he pretends he’s still mad but lets you off the hook pretty easily.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent’s used to you being close by, so when you’re not there, he’s unnerved and worried.

Tracks you down and watches quietly, almost touched to see you carefree with your friends.

Leaves a little note or sketch somewhere you’ll find it later, a reminder of his presence even when you’re far away.

He’s quiet when you get home, but there’s a warmth to his gaze.

You should him next time..

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester’s both amused and concerned when he finds you missing.

He tracks you down quickly, not one for letting you go unguarded.

When he finds you through the window, he watches with a fond smile, chuckling at your carefree attitude.

Might knock on the door and make up an excuse to check on you if you notice him, but he’ll mostly just let you have your fun.

Gives you a playful nudge and a “don’t think you’re getting away that easy next time” when you get back.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Brahms does not take this well, feeling abandoned and maybe a bit betrayed.

When he tracks you down, he watches from the shadows, arms crossed, grumpy but protective.

Might stare until you feel his gaze and look over at him, just so you know he found you.

When you return, expect a big fuss, with Brahms grumbling about how much he “suffered” in your absence.

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scoonsalicious · 3 months ago

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1/Uncovered

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Pocket!Reader

Summary: Family is complicated. Family is messy. Family is what you make it.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mention of sexual situations.

Word Count: 2.8k

Previously On...: Fuck the one-shots-- we're in miniseries territory now, baby! Consider this a kind of teaser that bridges us from Unwanted to Unbroken.

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Laying on the chaise lounge on the apartment terrace, you lazily ran your fingers through Bucky’s soft hair as he rested his head against you. The two of you were taking the rare break in your busy schedules to enjoy some quiet reading time– you had finally convinced Bucky to read To Kill a Mockingbird after trying to (poorly, in your opinion, but you were a science nerd, not a literary major) explain how it was the most important piece of American Literature ever written. He’d argued with you, firmly stating that title belonged to The Jungle, and while you didn’t discount the importance of Upton Sinclair’s work, you failed to see how he could make the distinction when he’d missed out on almost one hundred years of The Great American Novel.

He’d only conceded to giving it a chance once you promised to reread it along with him, so you could discuss it together and now, here you were, enjoying the cool breeze that came in off the Hudson that cut through the late Summer heat, letting your imagination wander along with the adventures of Scout, Jem, and Dill.

“Gotta say, sweets,” Bucky said absentmindedly as he turned a page, “kinda surprised you love this book so much. Over a hundred pages in and nobody’s having sex; doesn’t seem like your kinda story.”

“Shut up,” you chastised him, playfully tugging on a strand of his chestnut locks. “Not all my interests are smut-related, thank you.”

“Coulda fooled me,” Bucky chuckled as he stroked his fingers along your thigh where it rested next to his side. “Always such a dirty mind to go with that dirty mouth.”

You tried to suppress the shiver that went through your body at his touch, but it was like trying to keep the sun’s rays from warming your skin– impossible. He was already lying between your legs on the chaise while you read, his head resting comfortably on the soft curve of your stomach, his vibranium arm propped posessively over your knee.

“Behave,” you warned him, though your voice didn’t hold any real heat. “We’re supposed to be reading.” You both knew that, if Bucky really wanted to distract you from the book in favor of other more… intimate activities, it wouldn’t take much work for him to do so, and you wouldn’t even be mad about it.

Though you couldn’t see it from the way you were laying, you could easily picture the smirk that was gracing his face in your mind’s eye. “Okay, okay,” he conceded. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

You wanted to believe him, but the way he kept teasing you by drawing soft patterns on the skin of your leg with his fingertips told you otherwise. You’d tried to ignore him, but you were only human.

“Bucky,” you groaned in frustration as his fingers climbed ever higher along the outside of your thigh. “You are not playing fair!”

Bucky tilted his head back so he could look at you. “Whaddaya mean, doll?” he asked, his face the picture of innocence. “I’m just readin’ my book. Not m’fault, you’re so sensitive.”

You rolled your eyes at him; you were minutes away from just tossing the book to the ground and locking your legs around him, and you knew he knew it, too.

Before you could make a move, though, your phone began pinging with incoming alerts, one after the other, in a seemingly neverending barage of notitifcations. You frowned as you both turned to stare at the device where it sat on the coffee table.

“Who’s textin’ you like a crazy person?” Bucky asked, slowly sitting up between your legs to look back at you.

You shook your head and frowned. “That’s not my text tone,” you told him. “That’s my Google Alerts notification.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed and he leaned forward, picking your phone up from the table. “May I?” he asked, inclining his head toward it.

“Please,” you nodded, granting him permission to unlock your phone and check the notifications as you sat up straighter, pulling your knees against your chest.

Bucky quickly tapped in your passcode and began scanning the screen. You were grateful he’d taken the initiative to look for you– there was only one thing you’d ever set a Google Alert for: your own name, and every time you received one, your heart would stop in your chest, convinced that this time, someone would have uncovered the truth about your abusive past and the horrible things that had been done to you as a child.

You weren’t ashamed of what you’d endured. No, the years of sexual assualt you’d suffered at the hands of your mother’s boyfriend and the men he pimped you out to had made you stronger, given you courage, tenacity, drive to make something of yourself, but the secrets of your past were yours to divulge at your discretion, and you’d lived under a constant cloud of fear that one day, the choice of who to share that information with would be taken from you.

After a moment, Bucky sighed and held out the phone to you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said softly, and you felt your heart seize in your chest. “Looks like we’ve finally been found out.”

With a confused frown, you took the phone from Bucky and glanced down at the screen. You were suddenly hit with the wildest sense of deja vu as you read the headlines that filled the page, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh at how you’d worried over nothing, or cry over the memories the headlines invoked:

Cold War Love Affair: Winter Soldier Caught in Scandalous Romance with Stark Exec!

Winter Soldier’s Shocking Romance: Bucky Barnes Steals Cap's Flame, Sparks Fly at Avengers’ Tower!

Captain America Left in the Cold? Winter Soldier Spotted Getting Cozy with Stark Industries CTO!

Is Bucky Barnes Breaking the Bro Code? Winter Soldier Moves In on Captain America’s Girl!

Demotion in Rank? Stark Industry’s Tech Queen Downgrades from Captain to Sergeant!

Winter Soldier & Stark's Leading Lady: Romance Heats Up Between Avengers' Baddest and Brightest!

You ended up breathing out a relieved laugh. Your past remained behind closed doors, exactly where you wanted it to stay and, unlike the last time you found yourself the subject of tabloid fodder, at least you were being romantically linked to the right man for a change. Granted, you could have done without the implication that you and Steve had any sort of romantic history, but you’d take what you could get when it came to these vultures.

Bucky, however, looked like he was about to be sick.

“Baby?” you asked tentatively as you put the phone down and picked up his hand. “Are you okay? Why do you look so upset?”

Bucky exhaled loudly and looked up at you through his lashes. “I’m so sorry, Pocket,” he said softly.

You looked at him, baffled by his demeanor. “Sorry? Buck… what on earth do you have to be sorry about? So people finally found out about us– so what? It’s not like we were ever keeping us a secret.”

“I know,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair, “but this…” he nodded toward the phone, “this can’t be good for your reputation. I can’t be good for your reputation.”

“Fuck my reputation,” you scoffed playfully, picking up the phone as you began looking through the headlines again. “Baby, the only people who’s opinions of me I give a shit about are you and the people who live in the Tower. I couldn’t possibly care less what the general public thinks of me. We don’t owe them anything. We don’t belong to them.”

Bucky gave you a look as though you were being incredibly naive. “Sweetheart, people hate me. They wanna see me locked away for the rest of my life for the things I’ve done. They’re gonna look at you, and they’re not gonna see the brilliant, amazing woman that you are. They’re gonna see someone willing to date a monster. And they’re gonna judge you for it. They’re gonna treat you differently because of it, punish you for loving me, and I’m so sorry for that.”

You barked out an unintended laugh as you reviewed the comments on one of the articles. “Baby, I don’t think you have to worry about that.” He looked at you with a puzzled expression. “Oh, they definitely seem to hate me, alright,” you added, turning the phone back for him to look at, “but it’s not for the reasons you think.”

He curiously took the phone from your hands and scrolled through the comments, his face growing more and more angry as he read: bbarneslover: Ugh, how does she land Bucky Barnes? She's literally just… a nerd. → makemehowlcommando: Wow, really? Her? Guess even superheroes lower their standards sometimes. → bbarneslover: I could treat him way better. What does she even have that the rest of us don't?

→ wintersoldierwifu: How much ya’ll wanna bet it’s just a PR stunt?!

→ hydrahottie4bucky: She better watch out. Bucky deserves someone who actually appreciates him—not someone chasing clout who fucked his best friend! → wokeupwithbucky: I can’t believe Bucky would fall for someone like her! It should be me! →hydrahottie4bucky: She’s only with him because of the Avengers connection, not because she cares about him! → bucky’snaughtynightmare: She couldn’t care less about Bucky’s trauma. She’s just after the Avengers clout, obviously. → barnesinmybedroom: Bitch probably doesn’t even understand Bucky's past like real fans do!

→ bucky'snaughtynightmare: First Captain America, now Bucky? I don’t want to call slut, but… → bbarneslover: Girl’s out here collecting Avengers like Pokémon. We all know the rumors about her and Tony Stark. → bucky’snaughtynightmare: Pathetic. What, is there some “Collect All Avengers” achievement we don’t know about?

→ barnesridesmerough: I’m sorry, but how does a glorified IT girl snag two Avengers? Must be some kind of tech magic. → bucky’snaughtynightmare: Magic tech vagina, maybe.

→ makemehowlcommando: She’s just Cap’s leftovers. Bucky deserves so much better than some sloppy seconds! → bucky’sbadgirl: It’s obviously a attention thing for her. Can’t believe Bucky’s falling for this! → barnesridesmerough: I give it a month before he comes to his senses and dumps her. She’s not right for him! → makemehowlcommando: LOL, she won’t last a week. He’ll get bored and dump her for someone interesting. → barnesridesmerough: From your lips to Bucky’s ears! Ugh, this girl sucks!

→ brooklynbadboylover: Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry. Why does he make me so feral?! → bucky’sbadgirl: He could choke me out any day. Either with his arm or his dick, idc… → darkchocolate78: Ya’ll need Jesus. Besides. I think they're cute together.

The scowl on Bucky’s face was almost adorable as you watched him grow offended on your behalf. “How do we get them to take this stuff down?” he asked you.

You gently took the phone back from him and began typing away at the comments section. “Not really much we can do about it, Buckaroo,” you told him. “Once it’s on the internet, it’s pretty much forever.

Bucky frowned at your lack of concern. “I’m not just gonna sit back and let a bunch of strangers talk shit about you like that, Pocket.”

“I’ve heard much worse, trust me,” you said with a shrug. “Besides, why should I be mad when they’re just jealous? I can’t blame them. You’re fucking delicious. I feel sorry for them for not being me.” You quirked an eyebrow at him over your phone, trying to be playful, but he wasn’t having it. You snorted as you finished typing. “Besides, I’m not doing ‘nothing.’” You grinned as you turned your phone back to him so he could see what you just typed. → BuckyBarnesFucker69: Oh, I’m sure she sucks alright… like a fucking Hoover. Probably the only reason he’s kept her around as long as he has. Only thing a mouth like that is good for. “Pocket, this…” Bucky spluttered, “this is awful! I—” He stopped and turned to look at you as you started laughing maniacally. His gaze went between you and the comment in front of him, then back again. “You’re BuckyBarnesFucker69, aren’t you?”

You bit your lip, trying to fight the grin that was desperate to escape across your face. “Mayyyyybee,” you offered mischieviously.

Bucky glared at you, a combination of confusion and frustration clouding his features. “Why the fuck would you play into this?” he asked. “It’s like… you’re letting them bully you.”

His indignance on your behalf warmed your heart and you scooted closer to him to wrap your arms around his neck. “It’s very sexy that you want to defend my honor, Buck,” you said, pressing your lips to the stubble on his cheek. “But you don’t have to worry about it– I’m in on the joke, now. They think they’re laughing at me, but they don’t realize they’re actually laughing with me. So, I win.”

Bucky’s gaze was skeptical as studied your face. “You’re certifiable. You realize that, right?” he asked eventually, a slight smile pulling at the edge of his lips.

“Uh huh,” you agreed with an enthusiastic nod. “But you love my brand of crazy.”

Bucky sighed dramatically. “God help me, I do,” he said, pulling you down into his lap. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face before his gaze turned serious again. “Are you sure this is all okay, though, doll?” he asked.

You repositioned yourself on his lap, straddling his thighs as you turned to face him. “I’m sure,” you told him. “I know it’s hard for you to believe sometimes, but I’m proud to be your girl, Bucky Barnes. I don’t care if the whole world knows it. Fuck, I want them to know it. I want them to look at you and see the man I see, every time. To see all the good things about you that I love so much.”

Bucky’s gaze turned soft as he stroked your cheek with his flesh thumb. “And what are all the good things you love about me?”

You pulled back slightly, giving him a wary look. “Oh, fishing for compliments now, are we?” you teased.

The grin he gave you was enough to light a fire low in your belly. “Maybe one or two,” he admitted cheekily.

“You have a magic dick,” you told him with a grin. Your natural instinct was to make a joke of it, and you thought you were going to keep going in that vein, but in the moment, you suddenly felt the need to be serious, to be honest with him. “You’re a good man. Even after everything you’ve been through, you still try. No one would ever fault you if you just threw in the towel and said ‘fuck it, I’m done,’ but that’s not who you are. You keep fighting, even when you don’t have to, but you do it because it’s the right thing to do. You do it so that other people won’t suffer the way you were made to suffer.

“You make me laugh, Bucky. You’re warm, and kind, and yeah, you occasionally fuck up sometimes, but you learn from it. You’re always striving to be a better version of yourself, and you make me want to be a better version of myself, too. You–” you had to pause to clear your throat. Somewhere along the way, you realized you’d started getting worked up with emotion.

“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I know… I know I’m not always an easy person to love. I know I have my issues, and a lot of guys would have looked at all my damage and probably just run in the opposite direction, but not you. You’ve never been anything but patient and loving and gentle with me.” You choked back a soft sob. “I never thought anyone would ever be able to love me, with my history and my baggage, but there you were. And baby, you love me better than I could have ever even wished for, because despite everything you’ve been through, you have such a big heart. And that’s what I love about you the most– they put you through hell, and you’d be well within your rights to turn your back on the entire fucking planet, but you don’t. You choose to save it. Every damned day, you make the choice to be a good man. And I fucking love you for it.”

You sniffed and wiped at your face, your hand coming away wet with tears. “Shit,” you laughed, embarrassed at the way your emotions had taken over. “Was not planning on going full-drama on you. Should have just stuck with the ‘magic dick’ part. Sorry.”

Bucky was silent as you regained your composure, looking at you with an intensity that unnerved you.

“Say something, Buck," you chuckled in an awkward attempt to relieve the tension you felt under his gaze, "otherwise I’m going to think I embarrassed myself right out of this relationship.” You weren’t sure what you wanted him to say to you– just reassure you hadn’t made a complete fool of yourself in front of him, you supposed, but when he opened his mouth, he took you completely by surprise.

“Marry me.”

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visceravalentines · 2 days ago

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drowning is only as hard as you make it

bo sinclair x gn!reader

2k words. weird melancholy freak behavior. author's thinly disguised smoking fetish. established relationship (lol). Ambrose is lonely. that's it that's the fic.

He always manages to find you. Every time. It’s not a game anymore, not really; there’s no use keeping score when only one side is allowed to earn points. There are no rules, no satisfaction in the victory. You’d make your way back to the house even if he never showed up. Today you’re not even hiding.

The row of vacant windows across the street catches the last lazy rays of sunlight. A few eager fireflies pantomime shooting stars just above the freshly cut grass. He mows the lawns regularly, every last one of them, dripping sweat in the sticky air. You think it’s nonsensical. He doesn’t care what you think. At least it smells nice. Nostalgic. Painful.

On an evening like this, there should be kids out. Riding bikes, running through the neighbor’s yard. Parents watching from their porches. People chatting, relaxing. Hell, maybe a dog or two. But there is only you, and the fireflies.

The heat of your cigarette creeps dangerously close to your fingers but you wring one last pull off the thing before you crush it against the step. Scorch marks dot the woodgrain like initials carved in a tree, only better, because they’re anonymous. Could've been left by anyone sitting sulking on these stairs and pondering ways to disappear. Plausible deniability.

Too bad you're the only one here.

You set your hand on the pack beside you, work another one out with your fingers without looking. It’s all reflex. It’s all muscle memory. That’s all you are anymore, something that survives without thinking about it.

In that shadowy place called Before, you only ever smoked on rare occasions. At parties or bars, always with friends, always a little drunk. You'd never admit it aloud but a part of you used to pride yourself on your restraint–you could stretch a single pack out over a month or more, until the tobacco had gone stale and the cigarettes tasted like dusty paper. Until it was less of a treat and more like a chore to get through the last few.

Now you drop butts through the grate of your days like maybe you can fill up the emptiness with smoke.

You sigh and light up, take a drag and let it sweep you up above the gutters. You imagine the town might almost be pretty from up high. Hard to tell from here.

“Didn’t know this house had a chimney.”

Some part of you remembers what it felt like to flinch when he got this close. Another part remembers the way you buried your face in his back before he got up this morning. You exhale nice and slow. “Thought you knew everything.”

“Now, we’ve talked about this.” He leans against the rickety railing, white paint flaking off at the slightest disturbance. “You know nothin’ good comes from thinkin’.”

As a matter of fact, you’ve talked about everything already, but that’s never stopped him before. You’ve heard all the stories sixteen times, could recount his childhood from memory one miserable year after another. You know where he got that scar. He knows all about your first kiss. Eighth grade was hard for both of you for vastly different reasons. He’s never been to your hometown but he could probably find your old house. You’ve never met his mother, but you hate her just the same. Favorite movie, worst fear, where were you on 9/11? In a zombie apocalypse, he’d choose an ax. You’d take the shotgun with exactly two shells. It’s almost romantic, except, well.

“Hey.” He slams the heel of his hand against the railing and somewhere along the line, the wood splits with a crack. “What’d I just say?”

You look up, jarred loose from your spiral, and he’s shaking his head.

“Damn fool. Gimme those back.”

He reaches out a hand and you slip one last smoke from the pack before you give it to him.

“Lighter too, baby, c’mon.”

You hesitate for a second, long enough he has to flex his fingers to make the point. You hand him the lighter, keep the spare cigarette, tuck it behind your ear.

He peeks into the pack and his lip twitches. “Fuckin’ glutton. This was full this mornin’.”

“Sorry,” you deadpan.

“Sure y’are.”

You’ve had this conversation too, in just about every house on the street. You wonder if he ever feels crazy, playing it all out over and over again. Probably not. He's composed of repetition, a record that skips in the same place every time it's played. You feel crazy, fucking listening to it.

You watch him work a cigarette loose, watch him hold it in his lips, watch the tendons flex across his knuckles as he lights up. For all the fucking smoke he blows, you still think he looks damn good as he exhales up towards the fading sun. One of life's little cruelties.

“Y’know, supper ain't gonna make itself,” he says casually. Like he’s trying to piss you off. He probably is.

“You sure?” you shoot back, like you’re trying to piss him off. You definitely are.

He chuckles, unbothered. “I dunno, baby. Been wrong before.”

“Yeah? Tell me more.” You're bold these days. Stupid. Dangerous, and not in the same way as the surgeon general's fine print. Dangerous in the present moment. Shaving seconds off your life like taking a pocketknife to a good chunk of wood. But games are more fun with two players.

He doesn’t want to play, though. Probably worn out from mowing all those fucking lawns. He shrugs. “Nothin’ more to tell.”

“Pantry’s empty anyway,” you mutter. The grocery list on the fridge has wrapped back on itself twice over. He’s been cagey lately, reluctant to venture into town. You’re down to canned goods old enough to read chapter books.

“Guess we’ll starve.”

“Guess so.” You flick your rapidly shrinking cigarette and watch the ash fizzle frantically down and disappear. The chorus of crickets crescendoes to a dull roar in the silence.

“You like these, huh?”

You're not sure what he means for a second before you realize he's talking about the cigarettes. You take another drag like you have to mull the taste over, really consider the question. He’s not a patient man, but he waits for your answer.

“Yeah,” you say finally on the tail of your exhale. “Best ones in a while.”

It’s the truth. He's got his own brand and you like it too, but he's a fucking skinflint, and he only buys himself a pack when he's really hard up. Most of the time he scavenges off corpses and out of glove boxes. And you live off his scraps, so.

Regretfully, you stub yours out as the flame hits the filter. Your throat is raw, tongue wrapped in the taste of tobacco. Everything in this town is racing to kill you and you wish something would win already. You can feel him watching you, now and always.

“Somethin’ you need, sugar?”

“No.”

“Hmm.”

He exhales with relish. You think about the taste of smoke on his tongue and tobacco on his fingers and you grit your teeth. He’s a vice in every sense.

“You pissed at me?”

What kind of question is that? You peel a chunk of paint off the stair near your shoe. “I’m always pissed at you.” You mean it and you don’t and you’re braced for retribution either way, but none comes.

“Fair enough.”

You steal a wary glance in his direction. He’s covered in flecks of grass. He shed his overshirt in the heat of the day but it’s back on now, unbuttoned, the tee underneath smudged with green. He lifts his hat, rubs his brow with the heel of his hand, tugs it back into place. His face is a little sunburnt in spite of the thing.

“You wanna fight?”

You stop breathing for a second, sit very still. He looks down at you, cocks an eyebrow. He’s really asking.

You think about it, really think about it. Broken skin, broken glass. No neighbors to scandalize. You shake your head. “No.”

He shrugs, goes back to staring holes in the house across the street. You almost want him to be disappointed, but his face is placid, expression impassive. “Alright then. ‘Nother time.”

You furrow your brow, look at your shoes. You pick at the paint, feel it slip beneath your nail like a splinter. You’d bet five bucks you don’t have that he’ll be back to repaint these steps within the week. It makes you want to rip them apart so he’d have more to do. You’re not sure if he’d take that as a gift or as sabotage. You’re not sure how you’d mean it.

“How ‘bout we head inside, feel each other up? See what happens?” You look at him sharply. He’s really asking. “We can do it how you like it.”

How you like it. How do you like it? Does he know? Do you?

Your expression must be a funny one because he grins. “What? You a prude all the sudden?”

No. No, but.

You find the words wedged behind your teeth. “You a gentleman all the sudden?”

He snorts. “C’mon now.” He gives the railing one last yank, almost pulls it loose. As he rounds the steps he drops his spent cigarette and crushes it underfoot. “Scoot.”

You make room on the stair and he sits down heavy beside you, takes up more than his fair share of space, same as always. He smells like sun and sweat and grass and smoke. His sleeve rides up and exposes the pink of his wrist. He pulls it down without thinking about it. You almost–almost–pull it back up.

“I’m just tryin’ to figure you out. Don’t know what the fuck you want.”

Now that's a dumb fucking thing to say. You want a thousand things. A meal. A clock that works. Cable TV. An article of clothing that doesn't reek of mothballs and someone else's fear. A normal conversation with a normal human being. Half a goddamn hour to yourself without the urge to lock the doors and set the house on fire.

Anything. Anything.

“A light,” you say bitterly.

To your surprise, he digs the lighter out of his pocket. Holds it up to show you, like a peace offering. He moves his boots down a step, pats his thigh. “C’mere.”

You straddle his lap and it’s like you’re walking in and out of a room at the same time. Your hands find their place on either side of his chest and he’s warm to the touch like a dog lying in the sun. His fingers play at the small of your back. You can escape into the maze of abandoned homes or the pattern on the ceiling but you can’t slip away from those eyes at this distance. They catch you like barbs on wire, as distant and cold as the sky.

This is how you like it. His head tipped back, looking up at you. You run your thumb along the edge of his jaw and he almost–almost–smiles.

He plucks the cigarette from behind your ear, flips it in his fingers. You open your mouth. He sets it on your tongue. He flicks the lighter, brings it close, and when you breathe in you feel it–the poison of this place, yellow-green, permeating your lungs and all the rest of you. No use in pretending. No use fighting the current. Drowning is only as hard as you make it.

You wonder if he knows you’d come home even if he never came to find you. Maybe that’s why he comes anyway. Maybe that’s why you keep hiding. So you both have something to look forward to. Games are more fun with two players.

It’s not worth thinking about. Nothing good comes from thinking.

You start to exhale and he tugs you close, sucking the smoke from your mouth, because he never can let you keep anything to yourself. Maybe you don’t even want to.

Your lips touch. Tangerine thrums behind your eyes. You’ll go to bed hungry tonight and so will he. One shotgun, two shells.

“Don’t say I never gave you anything,” he murmurs.

You’re already working his shirt off his shoulders one-handed. “Nothing I want.”

He laughs once, almost breathless, leans back on the stairs so you have to lean with him. “C’mon now.”

You toss the cigarette into the dirt to free up both hands.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair fanfiction #house of wax fanfiction #x reader #bo sinclair x reader #wow this feels like trying to remember how to ride a bike and driving immediately into a retaining wall #this used to be my doodle fic. where i would just go and doodle around anytime i had a smol itch to write but not really #well tadaaa it gets to see the light of day #mx. reader's got a nicotine addiction and that is the LEAST of their problems #relatable i think #does anyone even still read how ff???? hello??? i am calling down the empty tunnel in the woods

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luverine · 6 months ago

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Masterlist

Imagines/scenarios:

Shower thoughts (multiple x gn reader nsfw)

Virginity (multiple x fem reader nsfw)

Rut (multiple x gn reader nsfw)

Creep (multiple x gn reader nsfw)

Ache (multiple x gn! reader)

Crybaby (multiple x gn! Reader nsfw)

Hands (multiple x gn! Reader nsfw)

Meow (multiple x gn! Reader nsfw)

Resident Evil:

Restless (Leon Kennedy x fem reader nsfw)

Taste (Leon Kennedy x gn reader nsfw)

DBD:

Girlfriend (Sable Ward x Fem! Reader)

MHA:

Omegaverse (multiple mha x gn reader nsfw)

Puddles and cuddles (Bakugou x gn reader sfw)

Slashers:

Movie glow (Charles Lee Ray x fem reader nsfw)

Swords (fem reader x Vincent Sinclair nsfw)

••••

Request bday: Uta (Tokyo Ghoul fic)

Original works:

Devourer (Dallon Popescu Yandere! Vampire Hunter x Bitten! gn Reader nsfw)

The Anvil and the Arrow (Orc (Leif) x fem reader)

One: sunrise

Two: moonlight

Three: sunlight

Four: sunshine

Moth to a flame (Mothman (Luan) x fem reader)

one: he found you

two: monster fucker reader

three: becoming mates

four: fluffy babies

five: he’s cold

Six: can’t sleep

Seven: want

Caged animal (wolf hybrid/werewolf x fem reader)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, (remake coming soon…)

Divider credit: sweetmelodygraphics

#masterlist #x reader #fanfic

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lolahaurisfw · 9 months ago

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✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Reqs are always open like usual too, and you can request as much as you want and as detailed as you want! i just get to things when i can/want to.

Anon's: None Yet

Other Accounts: @lolas-favfics @lolamultifandom @lolahauri @chowderpop 🔞

AO3: Here

BlueSky: Here

-> MASTERLIST <-

DNI: Map, Zoo, Pro-Para, Pro-Ana, TERF, Zionist, Bigots, Discourse Blogs. Block me if you don't agree. ❤️🖤🤍💚

What I Won't Write:

Smut. (Go to my other blog)

What I'm Willing To Write:

Reader Who Is: Tall, Short, Fat, Chubby, Curvy, Buff. Trans/NB.

Reader Who Has: Depression, Anxiety, DPDR, ADD.

Fluff, angst, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC's, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, AU's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on!

Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir.

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Trilogy: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Beauty & The Beast: Belle, Beast/Adam, Gaston.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Bistro Huddy: All Staff Members.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Good Pizza, Great Pizza: Alicante, Octavia, Dr. Keh, Nasir, Flash, Cicero, Kimmy Slice, Dr. Price.

Grandma's Boy: J.P, Samantha.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Shoko, Geto, Yaga Masamichi, Utahime, Uraume.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Life Is Strange (2015): Maxine, Chloe.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shigaraki.

Miller's Girl: Cairo, Johnathon.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini.

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Batmeman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Summer Field (Time Cut)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

#intro post #pinned post #fic writing #fluff #angst #x reader #profiction

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pvlvsdog · 4 months ago

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X-ray: what I think is down there

Take this as my own personal musings, definitely influenced by people who introduced me to the game. Stuff like that just sticks with me and sometimes it just seems more fitting than whatever alternative I could come up with

Nsfw! Unedited!

Don - giant cock. No other way to put it, I think she has the best of both worlds and while I definitely give her decently sized tits when I draw here, there is a penis down there and it is both huge and thick. Is it clean or taken care of? About as much as her shoe-covered feet are

Heathcliff - a pretty big penis, has some girth and a little of a curve to it with noticeable veins. Not the biggest on the bus but it’s surely up there

Meursault - a penis with well trimmed hair. It’s a bit above the average in length but very thick. Clean, good dick, probably a good time to have it in you

Ishmael - hairy pussy. She doesn’t waste time to trim so there is a decent amount of hair along with a happy trail. It’s well, sort of clean. She doesn’t do anything fancy, probably knows better than to use hand soap but she doesn’t care enough to do anything beyond the bare minimum

Hong lu - I think it would be a penis but I’m willing to hear you out if you think otherwise. I think it’s well taken care of, very long with not a lot of girth to it. Not much in terms of visible veins I imagine

Faust - a vagina covered in white, fluffy hair. She keeps it very clean but doesn’t shave or trim, she sees that as a hassle and the hair doesn’t bother her or anything, if you have a problem with it she figures it’s none of her business

Rodya - immaculately smooth and well maintained pussy. On one hand she doesn’t like to follow fads that are set up by society to make you spend more money, but she also likes to feel like that’s a bonus to what she already has to offer. A bit hypocritical, but that’s a bit of her thing. Like, she likes that she is the most conventionally well taken care of in that area even if she is aware that the mainstream preference doesn’t hold much relevance in the grand scheme of things

Ryoshu - also a vagina. She keeps the hair short for comfort only, but doesn’t like to shave it completely, I think

Outis - again, vagina and yet again hair that is only a little trimmed, not as neatly as Ryoshu’s though. She just does it when she feels like it, it takes up a bit of time and she cares more about resting before another work day. It’s not that well washed either, she just can’t be bothered

Dante - I think they have a vagina. It’s hairless but more so because I generally think their body is pretty hairless to begin with. They try to keep it clean but also I’m not sure if they remember all the proper ways to do so. Probably used hand soap and calls it a day

Yi Sang - honestly this one could go either way. If it’s a penis then it’s average in length, no bigger veins, with not much girth or hair. It it’s a pussy then it’s a nicely washed one, shaved (‘just in case’)

Gregor - PUSSY. VAGINA. I firmly believe in trans Greg and that’s a hill I will die on. I don’t think it’s very clean on trimmed at all. It’s probably pretty hairy too. Most days he doesn’t feel like going out of his way to wash it and just ‘lets the water do its thing’. Would

Sinclair - hhhh I’m sorry but. Personally I imagine a penis and I don’t think it’s very big (both in terms of girth and length). It’s noticeably short and has some light hair around it. He’s the type of person to apologise when undressing in front of you, give that man some confidence please. I also fw some trans Emil art so I’m not saying you guys are ‘wrong’ or anything, I can definitely see that. I just personally think it’s a penis

#limbus company headcanons #limbus x reader #limbus company x reader #limbus headcanons #limbus gregor #limbus ryoshu #limbus sinclair #limbus hong lu #limbus don quixote #limbus heathcliff #limbus meursault #limbus ishmael #limbus dante #limbus outis #limbus yi sang #limbus rodya #limbus faust

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rachelsfav-queer · 5 months ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Enid Sinclair & Esther Sinclair Characters: Enid Sinclair, Esther Sinclair (Wednesday), Murray Sinclair, Enid Sinclair's Brothers, Wednesday Addams Additional Tags: Minor Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Good Parent Esther Sinclair (Wednesday), Good Mom Esther Sinclair (Wednesday), Enid Sinclair Has Mommy Issues, But they’re resolved!, Good Parent Murray Sinclair, Enid Sinclair is a Ray of Sunshine, Werewolves, Fluff, Light Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Inspired by Fanart, Complicated Relationships, Post-Canon, Post-Season/Series 01 Summary:

Enid’s first time wolfing out with her family in San Francisco. It goes so much better than she ever could’ve imagined.

Inspired by: @/_feralrats_ on Twitter & @streaminn on his discord with his duckies. Thanks for the inspiration lol

#my work #wenclair #enid sinclair #esther sinclair #wednesday fanfic #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #archive of our own #fanfic

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years ago

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How would your horror/slasher faves take care of you when you're sick? 🥺 (I know you've done a cheering up hcs before but maybe this is a lil different ^^)

Get well soon!! Take care of yourself <333

THIS IS SO SWEET! Thank you! ^^ <3<3<3 I hope you're doing better too with your life stuff or at least you will be very soon ^^

I took this opportunity to be super super self indulgent! XD 😅

Horror Villains x Reader || Headcanons +Imagines at the Bottom

Topic: Taking care of you when you're sick ^^

Includes (For HC's): Jim Bickerman and Otis B. Driftwood. Included (For Imagines): Bo Sinclair, Chucky Lee Ray, Drayton Sawyer, Freddy Krueger and Jeffrey Hawk/The Clown. (They aren't in this order, sorry 😅)

Warnings: Otis fucking Driftwood (Meaning nasty smut hc's and a liiitle dub con)

Jim Bickerman:

If you get really clingy when you're sick like me (Opposite to me when I'm healthy 😅😅) he is absolutely on board with that XD Honestly he loves having you sticking close to him, going to him for warmth, laughing a little too easy at dumb jokes, listening intently to whatever he's saying... he eats it up. You're like an adorable little puppy dog, hangin' onto him. He'll almost be disappointed when you get better and don't act like that anymore 😅😅😅

"... Do you need help gettin' changed? I'm happy to help y'out pumpkin, really! Ul-ulterior motive?? No... "

Usually he's a frozen meal kinda man; he's probably got a freezer just packed full of pizza's and little microwave meals, and the most gourmet thing he 'cooks' regularly is campfire sausages in the backyard- but he knows how to make chicken soup and mash some potato's and that's his first duty when you wake up sick as a dog.

You get to wear one of his flannels when you're sick (:(:(: Its big and thick and probably smells like spilled alcohol.

He's probably gonna get himself sick too because he can not stay away from you. He'll be sat next to you most of the time- watching tv with you and entertaining you, eating soup with you, having tea with you, napping with you- basically, this is not your sickness. This is both of y'alls sickness 😅😅😅

"Here, this'll help. Promise ya."

"... That is a bottle of bourbon."

"Exactly." *Shakes it in your face*

Otis B Driftwood (NSFW mostly)

You think a little bit of snot is gonna deter this freak man??? Uh, no. He's still going to try and fuck you if he can swing it. You look so fucking cute with your sore, sore red nose from wiping so much, the bags under your eyes are sexy as hell to him, and you're moving so damn slowly... you think he isn't gonna take that as an opportunity?

So yeah... he is actually quite into you when you're sick. And he'll probably exhaust you to the point that you'll be sleeping a lot and get through this much faster then usual!

He will kiss you, full on the mouth with a foul amount of tongue (Lets see if we can soothe your throat, baby), so I hope his immune system is good.

He is happy to just warm his cock in you while you sleep, or lay there and babble because you're half really unwell and halfway to an orgasm at the same time. You're just so fucking cute.

He is also happy to eat you out/blow you and overstimulate you for hours. What?? This way he wont get sick himself! Isn't that better, you gross, diseased little slut?

Otis also doesn't shy away from mess (Obviously), so if you have tissues everywhere he's not gonna look at you sideways or anything ^^ Which is such a load off my mind, at least! ^^

He's not gonna make you something good to eat, but he's not a total animal- especially when he gets older. He will make you a cup of tea, and you better like it XD

You need a ride to the bathroom? Otis will haul you on his shoulder the whole way and set you down right on the toilet seat 😅 You need someone to hold you up in the shower? Otis is on it- he needs a shower anyway.

+ Imagines

Another one who does not give a damn how 'gross' you might be when you're sick is Jeffrey/the clown. He'll have you set on his big lap snoozing against his shoulder or sniffling and coughing into tissues while he messes around with different potions in his trailer, just keeping you warm and comfortable there. He says if you can put up with him coughing and hacking all over ya all the time he can damn sure handle you're adorable fucken self whimpering into his shoulder all day.

If you tend to have bad dreams when you're unwell due to your fever like I do: Imagine frowning in your sleep, pressing your lips together in a tight line as the scenes in your head just replay or get worse the harder you try to get rid of them or distract yourself. But there's immediate relief as soon as Freddy enters your dream. Just his presence is comforting to you ^^

Imagine convincing Drayton to come to bed with you instead of back to work. It takes some convincing, but its no secret he likes you more then anyone else in the world- literally- and he gives in after a while. He gets back in, fully clothed, and delicately but purposefully gets in close so you can cuddle up to him, sayin 'just for a couple minutes okay??' very sternly, before he falls asleep to you stroking his surprisingly soft hair.

Imagine sitting on a bench in Bo's shop while he works, slowly just making your way through a roll of toilet paper there because you just couldn't bear to be away from him- even if he was paying little attention to you. Imagine him, though, taking a break eventually and standing between your legs, his hands warm on your thighs, to ask you how yer goin, doll?

Chucky's conscious of your illness and does not want to get it, but he'll sit out on the ground on the other side of your bedroom door and talk to you through it. Ask you if you're alive still, talk about whatever goes through his head just to hear you hum in acknowledgement, play 20 questions while he fiddles with a lighter... that kind of thing. And he'll also cook you some soup later (He's just an asshole- not an incompetent asshole).

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slasherfckr · 2 years ago

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Hello 👋

Before I start posting imagines, headcanons, requests and more.... I've got a few rules I should mention. So PLEASE PLEASE read until the end 🙏🥺

First are the characters I write for:

Michael Myers (78 or RZ)

Jason Voorhees (specifically Part 2/3 Jason)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy 2016)

Bo Sinclair (House of Wax 2005)

Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax 2005)

Lester Sinclair (House of Wax 2005)

Bubba Sawyer (OG TCM)

Thomas Hewitt (2003 TCM remake)

The Grabber (Black Phone AU where he didn't kidnap and kill kids. Only adults)

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky (Child's Play movies series/Chucky TV series)

Tiffany Valentine (Chucky TV series)

Harry Warden (My Bloody Valentine)

I'll add more as I catch up on other slasher franchises I haven't seen yet such as Scream for example 😉

Secondly, here are topics I will NOT write for or even allude to:

Incest

Rape

Pedophilia

Animal Abuse (yes this includes any kind of sexual acts with animals)

Homophobia

Transphobia

Racism of ANY kind

Basically any nasty kind of topic similar to any of the above

So if your request is for any of the slashers I mentioned and doesn't have anything to do with the topics I refuse to do, go ahead and send me an ask! Smut or fluff, I'll write!

**IMPORTANT**

I typically write for a female reader unless specifically requested for Gender Neutral. I'm not comfortable writing for male just yet but I'll occasionally do a male!reader x slasher so I can get more comfortable with it 😁

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lychee02 · 1 month ago

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An Anemone Flower

Fandom: Purple Hyacinth (Webtoon)

Pairing: Lauren Sinclair/Kieran White

Warning: Angst, minor smut

Summary: Kieran doesn't know how he wound up in a relationship with Lauren, but he does know he needs to end it...eventually. A different take on the ending of the factory arc.

Glass Factory

Lauren's face was so close that Kieran could see the texture of her golden irises. Lately, those eyes felt more like a prison searchlight, hostile and accusatory each time their gaze landed on him. But now they reminded him of the sun- the warm kind you opened your window to and breathed in after a long winter.

Lauren smiled weakly at him.

"I know our partnership is a match made in hell, but I’m glad that it was you,” she said.

Despite the loud thumping of his heart, Kieran's chuckle was genuine.

"I'm glad I didn't kill you that night too," he said. “This isn't the way I imagined going, but there are worse people to die with."

His smile fell when he looked at her face glistening with sweat. There was still some time left before the bomb would go off and Kieran wondered if she would make it that long. It was selfish, but he did not want to spend his final moments alone.

Gently, he pulled her to him and stroked her hair. His face warmed when she nuzzled into his chest, and he glanced down at his hand still firmly in her clasp.

There is no point in restraint if we're going to die.

He turned his hand over to interlock their fingers. Looking down at the red covering her glove, he could not help comparing it to the first time they had grasped the other’s bleeding hand.

“Lauren, if this is the end, I have to tell you that I…” He paused and one gold eye peered sleepily up at him. “I’m thankful for you too. Life makes a bit more sense since I’ve met you.”

To both of their surprise, there were tears in his eyes. They did not fall, and Lauren watched a sheen form over the blue. She did not think about what she was doing when she leaned forward to kiss his eyelids and then trail her lips down the wet path on his cheek. Kieran inhaled and Lauren paused, her lips salty and wet against his skin. But instead of moving away, she ran her lips and the tips of her nose across his stubble, taking in his scent. Their eyes closed, and their lips met. It was just a soft touch, but one which left them both shivering and hungry. They kissed again, shyly, and again, this time with more pressure, and then again and again and again. Their lips curled against each other before Lauren opened her mouth and Kieran met her tongue with his own. Kieran made a deep, guttural noise that seemed to come from deep in his chest.

He already knew that Lauren made him feel human, but what was this feeling? He wanted piles of her burying him alive. He wanted to swallow her whole or plunge inside her to be consumed.

They paused to take a breath. Their gazes met, bewildered but already leaning forward again.

There were six minutes left on the timer.

…

Her whole body ached.

Lauren attempted to turn onto her side only for her left arm to strain and protest.

“Easy,” a soft voice instructed her. Lauren opened her eyes and was immediately assaulted by the sun’s blinding rays. She hissed. A moment passed before the swirl of colors she saw coalesced into the recognizable face.

“Kym,” Lauren breathed. Kym and Will's were informs were damp and rumpled; their eyes were red and sunken. Lauren had never seen either of them look so tried, though she supposed they had never seen her so injured either.

Will held out a cup to her, placing the straw between Lauren’s dry lips. Lauren was so desperate for water, that she sucked too hard and immediately coughed.

“Easy,” Kym said again. Will was quiet, but his jaw clenched as he waited for the coughing to stop.

“Everyone else is too preoccupied to notice, or even care, but it’s strange how you lost your jacket, mask, and badge,” he said once she had finished drinking.

Even in her confused state, Lauren flinched. She had never heard Will use such a cutting tone before.

Kym gently placed her hand on his knee. “Could you check on Randall?” she asked. Her voice was unusually soft, and Will wordlessly disappeared behind the curtains surrounding her bed. Kym turned back to Lauren. “We found you with some of the other wounded officers. No one seems to remember you arriving at the scene or being shot, but there was so much commotion it’s not surprising.”

Lauren’s blood ran cold. Where was Kieran? Had he stripped her of her disguise and left her to be found by the APD? What of his injuries? Was he alive?

A stifled sob came from Lauren’s lips, and she tried to hide her face in her pillow. Kym had already cried a great deal in the past few hours, but seeing the misery on Lauren's face, she cried again. “It going to be ok, Lauren,” she said. “Don’t worry. It’s going to be okay.”

When Lauren was released from the hospital a week later, Tristan drove her home, trying his best to be upbeat.

“Your time off may do you some good. You could read, or cook, or go on walks…”

Lauren smiled, trying to ease his obvious anxiety. That night, Lucille made spaghetti with meatballs, spinach, and mushrooms- a meal that could be eaten with one hand and contained plenty of protein and iron.

“You need to build up your strength,” Lucille had said. She gave Lauren water and slapped her hand away when she reached for the wine bottle.

“Will and Kym couldn’t make it tonight?” Tristan asked.

Lauren shook her head. “No, they’ve been really busy since the factory blew up.”

At least, that was Kym’s reason. Will had not responded.

“He went on medical leave,” Kym had told her. “I don’t know the details, but I know what happened at the factory left him deeply disturbed.”

Lauren sat up at these words, but contrary to what her adrenaline levels demanded, her body folded weakly. Kym helped her lay back.

“I think he needs some time alone,” Kym said. Lauren wanted to scream.

Alone? How is he supposed to defend himself alone? I’ve been by his side his entire life. I should be with him now!

But she knew that whatever plagued Will now she could not fight off like the kids at the playground. This was something he needed to do on his own.

But why won’t he speak to me!

Kym did not know either. She tried to assure Lauren that it was just temporary, but this explanation did not satisfy her. The fact that Will had never shown anything close to this level of resentment did not make her feel better.

To make matters worse, Lauren kept seeing him. He appeared in her dreams and the shadows she stared at when she could not sleep at night. She occasionally woke during the night, panting, with vague memories of his skin and breath lighting a delicious heat between her thighs. During the day, she saw flashes of his dark hair and his tall form weaving through groups of doctors or laying on another patient’s bed. She heard his voice- just a whisper in the din. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what his voice sounded like. She knew it was deep, but how deep exactly? Deeper than Will’s, but also more likely to be full of mirth, which crinkled his blue eyes.

Since when did she long for him? Since when did she crave him like food? Since when did his absence hurt her? If not for Kym’s hand firmly holding her own, Lauren would have sunk deep into an abyss.

And Lauren was done sinking. She snuck out that night. It took her twice as long as it would normally, but she eventually made it to the cave.

“Kieran?” she said.

It was pitch black. Lauren reached into her pocket and struck a match. For a moment, she saw the torch on the wall before the light went out with a hiss. Grappling in the dark, she lit it and waved it before her.

"Kieran?" Her voice faintly echoed. As far as she could tell, the furniture remained but Kieran was gone.

Something settled over her. Lauren felt like she was choking; like something was cutting off her air. She gasped and a strange cry, like a wounded animal, came from her mouth. She sucked air into her lungs and screamed. She had been bedridden for a week with nothing but a hospital curtain for privacy, and she felt the restlessness stir within her, the frustration of being so exposed yet alone. She screamed again, getting louder and louder and louder each time, and the sound returned to her as if the cave was screaming too.

And then silence. Lauren coughed. Her throat burned but she opened her mouth again. No sound came.

She sunk to the ground and clawed at the dirt. There was something in her head, loudly pounding against the walls of her skull, and she let it drop between her knees. The torchlight had gone out and after a moment she picked herself up, knowing she should leave but not wanting to. She paused outside on the ledge just below the waterfall, feeling small underneath its massive size and the all-consuming roar of the water. Lauren moved further into the cool mist that caressed every part of her until she sees where about fifteen meters down, the falls met the river- a torrent that would surely kill her.

But as she contemplated this, Lauren heard a deep voice whisper her name.

Despite the shroud of mist separating them, Lauren knew the tall figure on the other side of the ledge was Kieran. He moved through the curling vapor as if he was pushing past long gossamers draped from the ceiling. His eyes traveled from her own, around her face, and down her body. Lauren felt each part warm as if his gaze contained fire.

"Lauren," he whispered again. His hand flexed like he was unsure of touching her.

Lauren tentatively let her fingers brush against him before laying her palm against his chest. She let it travel and cupped his face. His eyes closed and his lips parted while his hands gently clutched her waist.

“Lauren,” he breathed. She knew what he wanted to say. When they had sunk deep in the other’s embrace, they had thought that they were going to die. What did it mean now that they were still alive?

It would be safer to forget it happened. Even if the entire city believed Lune was dead, Kieran was still the Purple Hyacinth. Their partnership was not just a match made in hell, but one destined to end there as well.

But they still leaned forward to press their lips together. There was no rush this time, no bomb ticking in the room. They were at peace-as if the falls were a protective barrier separating them from the rest of the world. Time did not exist. Even they did not exist. Nothing mattered, so they did not resist the pull.

“Lauren,” Kieran said. “I love you.”

Lauren was surprised by how unsurprised she was by his confession. It was as if she had always known.

“Show me,” she said.

…

He needed to be quiet.

He wanted to be loud.

Although her hands were calloused, the rest of Lauren’s skin was surprisingly soft. And she was so warm. Kieran had never been so hot before in his life. He felt like he was having a fever dream, palming Lauren’s breasts, and sucking on the flesh of her inner thigh. And Lauren was enjoying it. She let out a strangled moan that made him painfully hard and tangled her hands in his hair.

But after the endorphins subsided, the reality of the situation set in. He just had sex with Lauren Sinclair. Lauren had sex with him. Did she like him? It did not matter. This was dangerous.

When Lauren woke up, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed. “I’m sorry,” he said. She blinked up at him with those golden eyes. “This was wrong. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Lauren brought the blanket up to cover her naked chest. “You were probably thinking that you love me.”

“I don’t.”

The words came out before he could stop them. Kieran cringed and waited for her to tell him off, but to his surprise she wrapped her arms around his waist.

“I know why you’re worried, but we’ll figure it out.”

Kieran’s jaw tightened as she pressed her naked breasts into his back.

“The Leader isn’t going to give me time to ‘figure it out.’”

Her grip on him tightened. “That man killed my parents and blew up my friend. I’m not letting him take you too.”

“Lauren,” Kieran pleaded. “He killed my family. I can’t watch you die as well.”

Lauren’s eyes widened at the revelation. “I’m sorry,” she said. After a moment she asked, “How old were you?”

Kieran shrugged. “I was nine or ten when my sister died. She was the last one left.”

Lauren stroked his arm and she felt so good that he could not resist the urge to lean into her. He was not used to talking about his sister- he did not have anyone to talk about her with- and merely mentioning her exhausted him. So, when Lauren asked him to tell her more, he did.

“Her name was Diana. She was only two years older than me, but she was bossy and always acted like she was my mother.” He chuckled. “She ran errands for the Scythe. She didn’t want me involved. But she got TB, and they agreed to pay for treatment if I joined. She died anyway.”

“I’m sorry,” Lauren whispered. She kissed his shoulder. Kieran groaned, his fingers skimming the skin of her waist, but then he abruptly extricated himself from her grip. She called after him and he hesitated for a moment, before wordlessly fleeing the cave.

That was the first time it happened.

…

The second time it happened, she came to see him in the archives. Kieran had not seen her in days and was weak to her power. One kiss escalated until Lauren got on her knees and he thought he had died. There was no alternative explanation for why he was gripping a desk in the back of the archives, thrusting into Lauren Sinclair’s mouth.

When he looked at her face, turned almost as red as her hair, he wanted to either push her away or test just how red she could get. It disturbed him. Being an assassin requires one to have complete control over the mind and body- a mere moment of hesitation could mean death.

But Kieran had no control when it came to Lauren. His body reacted to her without his permission. His mind became less clear. His loins stiffened. His heart rate increased (he timed it).

Not to mention he put her in danger. At the glass factory he had the excuse that he thought they were going to die, but everything after that was pure, unbridled selfishness. He should have turned around when he saw her at the entrance of the cave. He was an idiot for confessing his feelings. Sleeping with her was a monumental mistake.

“Lauren, this is dangerous,” he said softly as they fixed their clothing.

“I know,” she told him. “It’s not like I haven’t thought about it. I thought about it and decided you were worth the risk.

Kieran’s heart was pounding. “If I were a better person, I’d push you away.”

“You tried. But you can only resist for so long.”

“I’ve killed so many people.”

Lauren fiddled with the button on his shirt. “We do what we must to survive. I’m not saying it’s good or okay, or even that it’s excusable. But how can I judge the decisions you made when my parents were part of what limited your options?”

A last-ditch effort. “I can’t tell a desert fork from a regular one.”

“They both get the job done.”

“I’ve never been to a ball.”

“They bore me out of my mind.”

“There are so many men who would love to be with you.”

“You’re the only one I want.”

She traced his face with her finger, the light from her eyes shining.

After the sixth time, he stopped keeping track.

…

They continued investigating the Phantom Scythe, but there were only so many hours in a day, and somehow Kieran was always finding himself on his knees with Lauren's legs hooked over his shoulders. He was not even sorry about it. He wondered if this is what love is- wanting another person more than you want your freedom.

“I think that’s one kind of love,” Lauren said when he asked her one night. “But it’s a kind that only lasts for a short time.”

“And then what?”

She shrugged. “And then I guess the relationship either deepens or breaks.”

He hummed. “Did your parents have a good relationship?”

“They did. They used to dance in the kitchen together with no music.”

Lauren had a small, sad smile on her face. He kissed the corner of her mouth.

“You mentioned a friend of yours died.”

The smile disappeared, and she wriggled in his arms. “Dylan. His dad was our gardener.”

“What happened to him?”

Lauren turned her face into the pillow and Kieran realized she was crying. He felt awful. What was wrong with him? Why would he bring up her dead friend? Of course, she would not tell him about it, he was-

“It’s my fault,” Lauren said. “I heard someone saying that Allendale would bring Ardhalis prosperity. They were lying, but I didn’t tell anyone. And when I hurt my ankle, I asked Dylan to go back and ask his father if he could drive me home, and-”

She sobbed and Kieran pulled her to his chest.

“It’s not your fault, Lauren,” he said softly.

“I could’ve stopped it,” she said.

He forced her to look at him. “If someone else told you this story, would you honestly blame them?”

“…no, I wouldn’t,” she admitted.

“Then why blame yourself?”

He felt her shrug. “It feels different, somehow.”

“Because you expect yourself to be a superhero?”

“…yeah.”

”Maybe let yourself just be a person.”

She did not say anything else, and Kieran assumed she fell asleep until her head popped out of where it was nestled against him. Her eyes were still red but her tears had dried.

“How did that come up again?” she asked

Kieran raised a brow. “I asked if love is wanting someone more than freedom.”

“Right!” She grinned. “Why? Is that how you feel about me, subordinate?”

Kieran scowled. “You wish.”

“Is it?” she pressed

“It is,” he admitted.

She brushed the hair away from his eyes. “That’s how I feel about you too.”

“What?”

She looked almost shy as she said, “I love you so much, sometimes I don’t know where to put all of it.”

The hand that had been kneading Lauren’s shoulder paused. Lauren gave him hugs and soft caresses, but she had never told him that she loved him. He did not resent her for it. He was the one putting her life at risk, after all. He never asked her for more. She had given him more than he deserved and, in this respect at least, he would not be selfish.

Lauren frowned at his reaction. “Did you not realize?” she asked.

Kieran shrugged nonchalantly, but his blush betrayed him.

Lauren grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. “I love you.” She carefully enunciated every syllable. “I love your stupid face and your stupid laugh- and it really is stupid, you cackle- and that self-satisfied smirk you make when you make a stupid joke, and the way you protect me, the way your hair is always in your face, and I love the way that even when we’re in danger, I feel like it’s going to be okay because you’re with me.”

Kieran froze. He was unaccustomed to such love-so earnest and unashamed and devoid of spectacle. He couldn’t meet her eyes. They were too open and sincere.

And yet, he wanted her to know.

“You make me feel the same way,” he whispered. He pressed her hand into his cheek. “Safe.”

…

Lauren turned out to be right. After some months, the intensity of their lust calmed to a point that they could work without breaks for sex-or fewer ones at least. They fell into an easy routine of discussing phantom scythe business while Kieran made dinner. Although he never asked her to, and protested the first few times, Lauren took to tidying up his apartment. It only felt fair considering how much time she spent there. They fell asleep whispering to each other in his bed. At work, Kieran left sketches on Lauren’s desk. Sometimes they were of her. Sometimes they were caricatures of Hermann or Lukas, or just a flower he had thought was pretty. Occasionally, he left bawdy limericks.

There once was a man named Dadino

Who met a young man named Encino

The pleasures they had

Made them both rather glad

But the neighbors found it obscene-o

“Obscene-o’s not a word!” Lauren protested, unable to suppress the laughter bubbling in her throat. “That’s cheating.”

Kieran brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “There’s no cheating in poetry, darling. You’re too competitive.”

“Or maybe you’re too afraid to lose, subordinate,” she challenged.

Kieran scoffed. “If that’s what you think, let’s hear one of Lauren Sinclair’s brilliant poems.”

Lauren’s eyes widened. She looked so ridiculous Kieran could not resist planting a kiss on her head.

“Go on,” he urged her. “If you’re good, I might give you a treat.”

“You’re trying to distract me,” Lauren accused him. But she still looped her arms around his shoulders.

“There once was a man name Kieran…” she began tentatively. “I can’t think of anything that rhymes with Kieran.”

“Peer-in, fear in, beer in, Sheeran…” he supplied.

She considered her options. “Who really liked Ed Sheeran?”

Kieran doubled over with laughter.

Poetry is not a competition-but if it was, Lauren lost.

Kieran gave her a treat anyway.

…

“You want me to go abroad?”

Kieran forgot himself for a moment and grasped the frame of the confessional window.

“Is that a problem, Hyacinth?”

“What about my mission at the precinct?”

“Lune is dead, what else do you need to do at the precinct?”

Kieran hesitated. “Nothing,” he said.

“I thought you’d be relieved. If I remember, you weren’t too happy about that assignment.” Even underneath the mask, the messenger’s gaze was heavy. “Unless something’s changed.”

It wasn’t a question.

Kieran shook his head. “No. Nothing.”

“Then you leave tomorrow morning.”

The walk home seemed to take forever, and once he was inside, he collapsed to the floor, not bothering to remove his coat or shoes. It was already late, and Lauren was at her uncle’s that night. There would be no time to say goodbye.

There was moonlight coming in through the window. The first time Lauren came over had been a full moon too. He gave her one of his shirts to sleep in and then he cleaned her blood off the table.

Did you think it was going to last, he admonished himself. You fucking idiot, you’ve been living in a dream, and the price is that you have to wake up. Stop sulking and do something.

He rolled up his sleeves and sat at his desk, intending to give Lauren a long, thoughtful explanation. But when he pressed the tip of his pen into the paper, the words became jumbled in his head. What good was an explanation now? Would it quell her heartbreak? Would she feel less betrayed? Was he trying to encourage her to go on a crazy mission to look for him?

In the end, he only wrote three words.

I’m sorry.

#purple hyacinth #webtoon #purple hyacinth fanfiction #kieran white #lauren sinclair #lauki #webcomic #light angst #fluff #sophism #purple hyacinth webtoon #webtoon recommendation #manhwa #ephemerys #william hawkes #kym ladell #kywi

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uncleweed · 28 days ago

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Poet/Performer, Collaborations with Walter “Wolfman” Washington, Johnny Vidacovich, Earl Turbinton, James Andrews, Kidd Jordan, Carlo Ditta, Rockin’ Jake, Coco Robicheaux, Andre Wiliams, New Orleans Juice, North Mississippi All Stars, Archie Shepp, Ed Sanders, Bala Tounkare, David Amram, Wayne Kramer, Charles Moore, Daniel Carter, Dee Pop, Calvin Weston, Elliott Levin, Ed Moss & the Society Jazz Orchestra, Jimmie Lee Robinson, James Montgomery, Devil Gods, T.J. Wheeler & The Smokers, Johnnie Bassett & the Blues Insurgents, Bennie Smith, Steve Mackay, Black Mike Henderson, Howling Diablos, Jeff “Baby” Grand, Mick Vranich, Mark Ritsema, Michael Ray & the Cosmic Krewe, Marion Brown, Corey Harris, Eluard Burt, Tim Green, Kermit Ruffins, Willie King, James McCarty, Phil Hale, Thornetta Davis, Lyman Woodard, Harmonica Shah, Kudzu Kings, Afrosippi and others

2013-2016

Poet/Performer, Detroit Artists Workshop 50th Anniversary Concert, Scarab Club, Detroit with the Blues Scholars;

An Evening with John Sinclair, University of Michigan—Flint College;

Barclays Center, Brooklyn with Rodriquez;

Lowell Celebrates Kerouac, Lowell MA with David Amram;

Neal Cassidy Birthday Party, Denver with Tom Worrell;

Sun Ra 100 Concert, Royal Festival Hall, London with Founder Effect;

Double Decker Festival, Oxford MS with Eric Deaton;

Hempstalk Festival, Portland OR;

Mike Kelley’s Mobile Homestead Opening, MOCAD, Detroit;

Viper Madness, Akhnaton, Amsterdam;

Freeing John Sinclair, The Ark, Ann Arbor with Wayne Kramer & the Blues Scholars;

Maine Harvest Ball, Starks, ME with Portland Art Quartet;

Canary Wharf Festival, London with Founder Effect;

Detroit Boom Boom Exhibit, Lille, France

Poet In Residence, New Orleans Institute for the Imagination

CD, Mohawk with Steve The Fly, Iron Man Records

Author, It’s All Good—A John Sinclair Reader, Horner Press

Poet/Performer, It’s All Good—A John Sinclair Reader, CD-Baby Album

Poet/Performer, Keeping The Blues Alive with Adventures in Bluesland, Worldwide Vibe Records

Poet/Performer, Viperism, CD-Baby Album

Poet/Performer, Conspiracy Theory, CD-Baby Album

Poet/Performer Fattening Frogs For Snakes (Volumes 1-2-3-4), CD-Baby

Panelist, Detroit Artists Workshop Exhibit, Horse Hospital, London

2017

Poet/Performer,Vinyl LP Mobile Homeland, Jett Plastic Recordings, Funky D Records

Poet/Performer, Vinyl LP Beatnik Youth Ambient Iron Man Records

2018

Poet/Performer, CD Beatnik Youth, Iron Man Records

Timeline Assembled by John Sinclair @ Bristol UK, May 16-18, 2016 and amended by Iron Man Records Feb 2018.

You can order JOHN SINCLAIR CDs, Vinyl, Books and T-shirts here on Bandcamp.

You can buy Books and Music by John Sinclair in the Iron Man Shop here

#john sinclair #poet #white panther #hero

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kawaistrawberry21 · 2 years ago

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Thankyou so much for TAGGING me Mi amor ❤️🌹💋

My man 💖Charles Lee Ray ( child's play )

My boy 💞bo Sinclair (house of wax 2005)

My love 💝Michael myers (Halloween series)

My husband ❤️‍🔥Thomas Hewitt ( The Texas chainsaw massacre )

Tag for @ghostgirl101 @slashersidewhore @slasherhaven @horrorslu7 @asmolfolk @yumeleta @beladusnotsosecertdiary @drowninnoodles @ani-dirty-imagines @aphroditedahlias @rabbitblackx @toxicanonymity @osirisisv

Love you 💋🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Tagged by @rottent33th

Describe yourself in 4 characters!

Ellie Williams (Last of Us)

Benny Miller (Triple Frontier)

Bobby Cobb (Cougar Town)

Joker/John Doe: (Batman: The Enemy Within)

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 5 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Ray Sinclair

(My borderline alright gif)(Welcome to my first underrated movie headcanons post! This is from the movie Something Wild (1986))

(If you’re going to learn anything about me from this blog then you’ll learn that I’m a big fan of criminals.)

- You and Ray first met while you were dating a friend of his. He’d just gotten out of a stint in prison when you and your boyfriend had happened across him on the street. The two men greeted each other warmly as you stood off to the side, wondering who the hell this guy was.

- Finally, your boyfriend turned and introduced the two of you, letting Ray get his first good look at you. That was all it took for him to decide he wanted you and let’s just say that when Ray wants something...he gets it.

- He doesn’t immediately try to put the moves on you. If there’s anything Ray is its conniving and cunning; he’s willing to wait to make sure he gets things right. He studies your relationship, taking note of its weak points; all the touchy subjects and things that make you incompatible.

- At the same time he gets closer to you, showing you a good time and getting you addicted to the rush of adrenaline and the thrill that comes with being around him.

- Isn’t it sad that a man you barely know brings more excitement to your life than your own boyfriend. But that’s kind of the point, isn’t it? That’s exactly what he wants you to think but it isn’t like he’s putting up a facade. He’s showing you exactly what it’s like to be with him, he just knows that the lifestyle will be too alluring for you to resist.

- Ray isn’t a great person, he knows that, everyone knows that. He’s a conman, a criminal, a bastard, the list can go on. Him being vindictive and two faced with your ex boyfriend is just the tip of the iceberg but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t actually care about you. He loves you that’s for sure, enough to plot an entire scheme to get you for himself.

- Honestly, all your relationship needed to fall apart was a little push and he was happy to provide it. A little instigation on his part and the two of you were exchanging screaming insults.

- It was only a matter of time before you two officially split up and let’s just say it wasn’t on good terms. Ray was the one who swooped in and comforted you, calling your ex an ass and offering to get your stuff from his apartment.

- To be fair you weren’t all that upset, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You hadn’t realized how much he was dragging you down. You were finally free to do whatever you wanted and so...Ray asked you to run off with him.

- You’d been happily prancing around your room when he first asked, too caught up in your own excitement to hear him correctly so you had to ask him to repeat himself.

- When you finally heard the question you were shocked, the smile faded from your face a bit as you processed what he was actually asking you. Sure you’d wanted to leave your town for a while, see the world a little and live your life but could you really do it, and with Ray for that matter? Sure he was attractive and you liked him a lot but this was a huge step. You couldn’t exactly go back once you’d started.

- It took you a minute to come to your decision. You were free... and you were gonna stay free. You packed up your things, kissed your life goodbye and hopped in the car with him, never looking back.

- Whatever you want to do the two of you will do. Is it considered a date if you’re just living out your lives together?

- You rarely leave each other’s sides and you rarely want to. You’re as comfortable as can be with each other.

- Lots of pda, homeboy would legitimately fuck you in public if you let him.

- His go-to pet name is baby and he calls you it often.

- Ray can be a real sweetheart when he wants to be and he saves all his sweetheart points for you. You’re the only person he’s ever nice to without there being an ulterior motive behind it.

- He honestly thinks you’re the most amazing girl he’s ever met. You’re beautiful, smart, sweet, talented; the list could go on and he’d happily read it out to you if you cant see what he does.

- He loves having you model clothes for him. He’d steal you expensive outfits just so he could watch you try them on and tear them off you afterwards.

- Acting gentlemanly has never been like a conscious decision of his, he just opens doors for you (etc) because that’s what you’re “supposed to do”.

- You do a lot of moving around so get used to being in cars and packing up your stuff constantly.

- Sleeping in the passenger seat of his car while he drives to your next destination. When you’re awake, he likes to keep one hand on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel.

- Ray has no shame and that’s a fact. He isn’t afraid to make a fool of himself for you.

- He always checks on you when he thinks something may be wrong. He may overreact a little in certain situations but it’s all coming a good place.

- You catch him staring a lot, sometimes it’s innocent other times it feels like he wants to eat you alive.

- He’s really protective of you, that’s part of the reason why he watches you so much. He doesn’t like having you out of his sight just in case something happens to you or you need him.

- He finds nearly everything you do amusing. You could be killing someone and he’d find a way to make a teasing comment about it.

- He takes pride in seeing you become more like him. Whenever you do something wild he can’t help but smile.

- He’s probably taught you how to use a gun. You spend some weekends sitting in an isolated area with him, shooting cans off of broken fences and bins.

- Learning how to patch him up and reset his broken noses. Get used to blood, that’s all I’m saying.

-Sometimes he genuinely amazes you with how tough he is. You don’t think you’ve ever met anyone in your life that can handle a broken nose like it’s just an inconvenience.

- He likes going through your things so I don’t suggest owning things you wouldn’t want him finding. He does it out of curiosity and boredom rather than suspicion so don’t read into it too much.

- He’s very...convincing. It’s hard to resist him when he asks you to do something or asks to do something to you.

- Play wrestling and just being overall kinda rough with each other.

- He’s one hell of a kisser. He takes your breath away on a daily basis.

- He likes to people watch and make fun of everyone with you.

- He has a thing for your shoulders. He just always seems to be touching them in some way whether it be laying his head on one or wrapping his arm around both of them.

- Late night trips around town. You have a lot of fond memories under the stars.

- Even if he thinks something is silly he can’t help but do it for you just to see you smile.

- Keeping a list of all the motels and hotels that you’ve visited...It’s a long list.

- He likes being able to carry you into your motel room/bedroom after you’ve fallen asleep in his car or on the couch. There’s just something about it that’s so precious to him.

- Sleeping in his shirts with your head resting on his arm and his body pressed against your back.

- Probably has your name tattooed somewhere on him. He also may or may not have gotten it done while in prison.

- Be prepared for a lot of surprises, he likes seeing the look on your face when he catches you completely off guard.

- Likes when you play with his hair. You can always calm him down with it, it’s your own little secret weapon against him.

- Fights are screaming matches but he never lets either one of you walk away. You’re going to fight until things get fixed and that’s just how it’s going to be even if he has to stand by and watch you cool off for an hour. The both of you can go to bed angry with each other but you’re still sleeping side by side and that’s final.

- He hates upsetting you; he always apologizes and knows exactly what to do to make things better though.

- To a certain degree he knows almost exactly what you need and want. Sometimes it’s annoying how right he is about you but other times it’s helpful. You find solace in the fact that there’s certain things about you that he’s just dead wrong about or that he doesn’t know about at all.

- Occasionally, he gets kind of insecure about your relationship because he isn’t sure if he can provide you with the future that you really want. Sure, his adrenaline junky, carefree ways are fun now but how long are you going to think so?

- He has high hopes for you even though you’ve chosen to spend your days with a dirtbag like him.

- He’s often quick to jealousy but he hides it well...to people other than you at least. You know the way he is so you can always spot the little quirks and cues that tell you he’s getting ticked off. That and the fact that he’ll grill you on who “that guy was” after you’ve walked away from them.

- Sometimes he’s ready to start a full on fist fight after hearing someone use a pickup line on you. Other times he likes to stand around and listen to guys talk about or attempt to flirt with you just to see how quickly their faces fall once they realize you’re together. Occasionally he’ll do both of those things just for the additional ego boost.

- He’s willing to fight for a woman like you.

- He likes telling you about his different robberies and schemes. Whenever he commits some kind of crime he just has to brag to you or mock the people he just messed with.

- You’re probably going to have to visit him in prison at least once, just saying. But hey, if you’re with him you already know what you signed up for

- He’s never afraid to admit how much he missed you.

- Even if you broke up with him (probably because of him being in prison, let’s be honest) he’d still be caught up on you and wouldn’t be able to stop himself from trying to get you back by any means necessary.

- He absolutely melts on the inside whenever you tell him you love him, especially if it’s after a fight or when you’re getting back together after a long time apart.

- Ray is a charmer so it wouldn’t be hard for him to get your parents to like him, it’s probably best that you leave out the fact that he’s been to prison though.

- You probably have a Vegas wedding on a whim one night pretty early into your relationship because that’s just how your relationship is. Funnily enough, you don’t regret it one bit.

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ali-r3n · 2 years ago

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Being Enid’s older sister and the only one to stand up to your mother when she is too harsh with Enid

#i will protect this little ray of sunshine with my life #enid sinclair imagine #wendsday netflix x reader #wendsday netflix #enid sinclair #enid sinclair x sibling!reader #enid sinclair x reader

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multifandomwritings · 3 years ago

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Slashers | General kissing headcanons (part 2)

Once more, not too many details about your first unmasked kiss for some of them! That will be its own post:) Some of these are longer than others depending on who I was inspired for x-x Also sorry it took me ages to do the second part to this lol. And sorry for any mistakes!

Don't mind me just adding Dewey to the mix :^) (Yes, I know he isn't a slasher, but he's a slasher character, so...) AND I didn't include Graverobber and Otis here, only because this got kind of lengthy. But if anyone's interested I'll write a separate post for them.

Includes the Sinclair Brothers, Luigi & Pavi Largo, Billy Lenz, Asa Emory, Charles Lee Ray, Tiffany Valentine and Dewey Riley

Bo Sinclair:

- Typically, kisses with Bo are either passionate and overwhelming or lazy and slow. They aren't uncommon with him because I see him as being pretty physical

- He'll pull you into his arms and hold your hips tightly, grinning if you get obviously flustered, enticing him to see how much of a reaction he can get out of you

- Alternatively, he'll pull you into his lap and kiss you surprisingly gently. Perfectly contented to stay like that for quite a while, lazily pushing his hands through your hair and enjoying the gentleness of it

- He is less used to sweet kisses in passing, and intimacy for the sake of just being close with him. If you randomly kiss him and just go about your business or peck his nose/forehead/whatever he'll always chuckle as if he's annoyed, watching you walk off in bewilderment

- Once he's more used to that sort of thing he'll do the same, though not often. Forehead/top of the head kisses are his thing, though sometimes he'll wrap his arm around you from behind and kiss your jaw/cheek

Vincent Sinclair:

- Vincent would be one of the masked slashers to take a little longer to get comfortable removing his mask. Despite the fact that he'd want your affection, he'd be a nervous mess about actually removing it in front of you for any reason

- He wouldn't at all be opposed to any other sort of affection at first though, or even kisses over his mask, on top of his head, etc. But you'd definitely have to be patient with him

- When he does finally take his mask off, kisses with him are heart-stopping, even despite the fact that he isn't the most experienced and is obviously a nervous wreck. However, he'd kiss you with so much love and feeling it wouldn't matter

- Kisses with him can be lazy/slow like Bo, but in a different way? He'd wrap you up in his arms (fingers slightly concealed by his sweater 🥺), relaxing into your hands, resting gently on his face and making him feel warm and safe with you. He wouldn't be in any rush for that to be over, in other words

- Not shy about initiating kisses with you once you're in an established relationship/he's confident and sure you want affection like that. Will appreciate sweet little kisses in passing and will do the same occasionally, but normally, even those turn into something else with him. He's very romantic/full of feeling

Lester Sinclair:

- Touch starved as could be and literally always ready for your kisses. Will never turn you down and will often kiss you in passing himself, just planting big, playful smooches on top of your head, cheek, wherever he can

- Tons of playful pecks whenever he feels like getting a smile out of you. Especially if you're in need of cheering up or you just decide to be affectionate with him randomly, he'll just start smiling and won't be able to resist

- Surprisingly restrained/shy about actually kissing you at first though. Not opposed or anything, just nervous. Turns a bright shade of red and heats up when you kiss him for the first time, melting into your touches and letting out a sharp breath

- But quickly finds himself very comfortable with it, if only because he loves your lips on his. Smiles into your kisses and pulls you close, wrapping his hands around your waist and/or playing with your hair, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, etc.

- All of the Sinclair brothers are lazy kissers more or less. Lester will just lazily grab your hand as you pass by and attempt to pull you over into his lap at random times, giving you a knowing smile. If you just keep going he'll put in a little effort though 👀

Luigi Largo:

- I am 100% convinced Luigi would be totally different around someone he really cared for and respected (and would be very smitten for his s/o). That having been said, I think he'd be adore any kind of affection, kisses being no exception

- Very shameless and affectionate with you, to the point of everyone else having to question how he can be so gentle and sweet with you and so harsh with everyone else

- Would pull you over into his arms no matter where you were and press kisses to your forehead, cheek, etc. without even thinking about it

- Fluctuates between really gentle and over-enthusiastic and rough when he kisses you. Not one for short and sweet kisses himself, although he'd adore them from you, grinning and leaning into them each time

- Doesn't matter how brief your kisses are, he'd always be amazed by you and would adore your affection

Pavi Largo:

- Clingy and touchy anytime he kisses you. Also not one for brief kisses, although he'd find them sweet. However, if you kiss him in passing, he'll often just pull you back toward him for more

- At first, at least. I think as you got more comfortable with each other, he'd actually love random, sweet kisses. You'd make him feel really loved and warm, in a more tender way than he is used to

- Depending on his mood, he would be either a clingy, touchy kisser, barely letting you catch your breath and pulling you to the side anytime he got the chance

- OR very gentle and lazy, just pulling you into his lap, fingers feathering over your face as you spoiled him with affection

- He's not inexperienced by any means, so he'd often easily leave you flustered and breathless. However, you'd soon realize you had the same effect on him, especially when you were softer and more loving with him

Billy Lenz:

- Sloppy, obviously, and unpracticed

- So nervous and breathy at first, but quickly gets overwhelmed and curious, squeezing your face into his hands and allows his feelings to overtake him

- Honestly even that would take him a while to get comfortable with though. Like yes, Billy talks big, but in practice?? It's a different story. Nervous around people generally, especially around someone he has feelings for. It's all new to him so he's eager but reserved and very nervous

- Things can easily get passionate with Billy once you're comfortable with each other, and since he isn't the most experienced, you'll have to guide him along otherwise he'll just be chaotic lol

- If you give him random kisses throughout the day he'll return them in his typical chaotic way, squishing your cheeks before giving you a sloppy smooch and grinning at your reaction

Asa Emory (The Collector):

- As with everything Asa related, it really depends on the context and which persona you're picturing! But even if you only knew him as Asa, I think he'd have a hard time 100% hiding his true self

-...That having been said, it would show especially during intimate moments. He's always somehow cold, even when he kisses you, but in such a strangely intense way? He treats you as a fascination (and with some amount of hesitancy, especially at first) easily making you get flustered and embarrassed with how attentive he is

- Will actually kiss you in passing sometimes, but it's always brief and without much feeling. Actual kisses would be a different story, however. He'd be touchy and curious, kind of brief and strange? He'd pull away often, examining your reactions to him (but fully and happily going along with it if you're more on the eager side lol)

- Sometimes he can be overly passionate as well, getting caught up in the moment and in his curiosities. Things can easily get heated and he'd be somewhat aggressive at times like that, pinning you against a wall or table and wrapping his hand around your neck/squeezing your hips hard beneath his fingers

- Somewhat amused if you kiss him randomly in passing or kiss him first at all really. He finds you sweet, in his own way, and allows it. Despite being pretty cold and such, he would get attached to you in his own way, so affection/intimacy is fine by him

Charles Lee Ray:

- Rough, fervent kisses as he pushes his fingers into your hair or around your waist, pulling you closer to him and grinning into you

- Either really lazy or really passionate. Usually both. Not the most affectionate or sweet ever but he wouldn't be opposed to you kissing him in passing or being sweeter with him

- ...Although he might not always be satisfied with brief, random kisses. Sometimes you get away with it but others he'd make you laugh by pulling you over grumpily and planting his lips on yours

- Would 100% have a habit of kissing you casually/innocently/in passing without even realizing it. Just passes by and plants a kiss on top of your head without even noticing. If you pointed it out he would just outright deny it lol

- Makes you roll your eyes with how unattached he seems and how he'd want to appear as not being clingy or affectionate while secretly always hoping for your affection. Not too proud to admit it if you hold out long enough 👀

Tiffany Valentine:

- Tiffany would adore your kisses, no matter how short or long they are. Quite affectionate herself and often kisses you quickly in passing, loving the sight of her lipstick on your face

- When she actually kisses you though, it's so full of feeling that it can be almost overwhelming. She would be both gentle and rough, but would definitely take her time with you

- Whispered reverences and sweet words, fingernails on your neck all the while. Once she got you to herself, she wouldn't often let you go easily

- Would really love if you kissed her first or really gave her any kind of affection without reservation. She'd never turn you down regardless of where you're at or who's around to see

- Completely smitten with you and would adore that you wanted to be affectionate with her like that

Dewey Riley:

- Very easily flustered. You could so much as innocently kiss his cheek and his ears would go all red and he wouldn't stop smiling about it for ages

- Gentle, sweet kisses that would somehow both make your heart race but also make you feel warm and at ease at the same time

- Smiles into your kisses a lot, he wouldn't be able to help it. Always really touchy but in a really hesitant way, like his hands would hover over you (especially at first when things are still awkward) and he wouldn't know what to do with them

- Playful and talkative anytime he kisses you, often pulling away just to pay you compliments or make little comments to make you laugh

- Would be too shy to kiss you randomly at first, but if you kissed him in passing, he'd adore it. He'd go out of his way to give you opportunities to, lingering around randomly just because he'd adore your affection. Once he was more comfortable and confident, he'd do the same, although not without second guessing himself and hesitating enough to earn a smile out of you

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