#and it came with the smell of someone elses BO

[toji-girl]

red riding hood | t. fushiguro

synopsis: Toji is willing to do anything for you most of the time and if that includes indulging in one of your fantasies who is he to say no?

wc: 3.4k

tags: dark content + 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI +fem reader + not beta read + repost from my old blog + dubcon (aphrodisiac pill) + role-playing + primal play + he's the big bad wolf and you are red riding hood + slight dry humping + teasing + he picks you up + mutual masturbation + he uses a fake plastic knife + unprotected sex + creampie + any missing tags please lmk!

was for kinktober '23 | I've posted this before but it's one of my favorites I've ever done so I'm reposting it!

“So we really have to stay here at this lame-ass party?” Toji asked as he trailed behind you, one hand possessively on your hip as you led him through the foyer of the frathouse that hosted the yearly campus Halloween party.

“Yes, just for a bit, it would look bad that I didn’t even come when I was invited, right?” You replied turning to look at him with a smile as you looked at his costume,  the both of you decided to come dressed as Red Riding Hood and the big bad wolf, for only one reason though. 

Him complete in a red flannel shirt that was ripped and strained over bulging muscles, blue jeans that hugged thick thighs, and a curvaceous ass, the werewolf mask stuffed in his back pocket along with your panties. 

You played your part as well, dressed in a satin red dress that hugged everything perfectly, a matching cape in color, and fishnet stockings with shoes that may or may not be dangling from Toji’s fingers later. 

He shrugged and slid his hand further down to grip your ass cheek in one large palm. “I thought we already had an idea for Halloween?” He asked gruffly as you weaved through the decorations. 

“Mhm, yes, but I need to speak to someone for a quick second. Will you get us a drink? We’ll dance then kick off our festivities.” You stopped in the living room and turned around holding his hands. 

Toji’s eyebrows pinched together in the middle. “Someone? How long is it going to take?” 

You did a quick scan of the room finding Satoru who waved with a sly grin wiggling long slender fingers, he wore a dark silk robe and a Ghostface mask sitting on top of his white hair. 

“Two minutes, not even, find me on the dance floor?” You asked, pulling him closer as a group of girls made their way through giggling, their arms linked as they eyed Toji up and down. 

You didn’t blame them but decided to kiss him giving him a taste of the cherry lip gloss you applied earlier. 

“Gladly, be ready for a wild ride later.” He whispered with a smirk as he wrapped one arm around your waist making sure you were flush against him, Toji couldn’t resist giving your ass one more squeeze. 

He left you with a chaste kiss on your forehead, you barely got a chance to blow him a kiss before he bled into the crowd leading into the kitchen. 

You made your way over to Satoru who nursed a red solo cup. He waved with a smirk this time waiting until you came closer to reaching into his pocket and pulling your gift out. 

“Miss. Red Riding Hood, how do you do?” He asked slyly. 

“Can’t complain, except that it smells like unwashed feet and BO in here.” 

Satoru chuckled lowly as he watched you open the top lid to your basket which was stuffed full of everything else for your and Toji’s plan, minus one thing, and he made sure to place the small bag where you could grab it easily. 

“I’ll see you on Wednesday for class and do not forget your book!” You chastised him playfully giving his arm a squeeze before walking away to the living room in search of Toji until you found him standing close to the doorway leading into the kitchen, his head craning each way as he looked for you. 

Weaving through the crowd again you stayed hidden staring at Toji and the way he filled out his shirt, the material hugging his thick arms and chest, you hummed softly to yourself as you made your way over to him with a smile. 

“Hi there big bad wolf, what big teeth you have.” You whispered clasping your fingers around his wrist and grabbing his attention as he smiled wolfishly at you. 

He smirked and gave you your cup first before wrapping one arm around your waist again, his signature move for a few reasons, to make sure you’re safe and protected, and a warning to anyone who looked at you like prey just waiting to make their move. 

“Want to see something else big I have?” He whispered in your ear, his breath fanned over the shell as he kissed it softly chuckling deeply when you shivered and looked at him. 

You rolled your eyes playfully as you opened the lid of your basket grabbing the pill as he did a quick scan around the room before he nodded, the signal that you could take it real quick. 

Before anyone noticed you placed the pink pill on your tongue showing your boyfriend who grabbed your tongue pulling it out more as he bent down to get a better view pulling you closer to him, his hand drifting down to your ass giving the plush flesh a squeeze. “Good girl.” 

Excitement bubbled in your veins as you looked at your boyfriend giving him another sticky kiss before grabbing the tube from your basket. He grabbed it holding your ass still as he screwed it open with one hand. 

“Pucker those pretty lips for me.” 

Instantly you did as you were told and let him paint your lips in the cherry-scented gloss before putting the tube between his teeth, the hand that cupped your ass was now holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You really do make a good red riding hood.” 

His praise melted you like liquid heat that rushed between your legs and spread into your limbs as you grabbed the lip gloss from his mouth with a giggle leading him to the dance floor, the bass from the music vibrated the floor as Toji kept one hand possessively on your hip letting you grind your ass against him. 

He let go of your hip and rested both hands on your waist pulling you closer to him watching the bottom hem of your short dress get caught on his jeans raising the fabric up a bit and giving him a view of your ass, his cock strained against his thigh as you danced seductively, trying to entice your boyfriend wasn’t a lot a work, just a little smirk while giving him bedroom eyes was a sure-fire way to get him naked. 

People around you were too lost in their own world to care about you and Toji grinding against each other, large hands smoothed up and down your back as you bent slightly dancing. “We should take this somewhere more private.” He said fisting your hood and pulling you upright before he turned you to face him. 

His eyes scanned your face as you rested one palm on his chest while opening your basket handing him the item Satoru gave you earlier feeling the muscles ripple and flex. “Mr. Wolf, you just can’t wait, can you? Our game starts……now.” 

You dropped your palm before you walked away blending in with the crowd, your heart pumped hard in your chest, thrumming against your ribcage seeing the door that led to the patio in the backyard, whoever's house this was, it was nice, decorated to the nines in Halloween decorations, colors of black and orange and purple, scary cutouts, fake cobwebs and the people dressed in costumes filled the place. 

Fresh air filled your lungs once you stepped outside into the night looking at the forest that lay at the edge of the property, trees acted like a fence keeping everyone out, but you wanted to go in, and with your heels on you walked slowly at first holding the basket close to you. 

Your breath came out in white puffs as you made your way closer to the edge, branches broke under your feet as you put one hand on a tree trunk feeling the bark against your palm while you whipped your head left and right looking for Toji, he was supposed to watch from a window inside the house to make sure no one was following you, only him, tonight with the full moon the plan you two cooked up only made sense. 

When you saw his outline and the signal you pulled your hood up shivering slightly at the harsh wind that picked up carrying the scent of fall and the fallen leaves. You gulped down the small lump that formed in your throat finding the dirt path lit by the moon that hung low in the inky sky that glittered with stars. 

In the distance you could hear the woodland animals chirping, talking to one another, then the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and the feeling of being watched settled over you, Toji was close enough to keep a watchful eye on you as he moved from tree to tree, making sure to stay back a few feet, the last thing he wanted was for you to pinpoint where he was. 

You whistled letting it bleed into the air as you held your basket closer seeing the small cottage nestled between dead trees, the branches twisted and turned into each other, almost like they were reaching for each other reminding you of yourself late at night seeking Toji out who was next you to while you were in the throes of sleep. 

He got closer and watched you from behind a tree that gave him the perfect view as he watched you put the basket down bending over, the hem of your dress was pulled over the curve of your ass and your pussy was on full display and thankfully the person who owned the cottage wasn’t at home and kept a few lamps lit to keep the path filled with light. 

His dick jumped at the sight and his mouth watered as he grabbed your panties from his back pocket pressing the fabric to his nose and inhaling deeply before he balled it back in his palm and grabbed his mask, the cheap rubber material smelled funny he thought as he focused his attention through the eye holes on you. 

By now the aphrodisiac worked its way through your system, directing all blood flow to your cunt that ached to be touched or sucked, you almost reached down to rub your clit before stopping and crouching down in an attempt to direct your attention elsewhere.

You were busy looking through your basket for a blanket when Toji emerged from his hiding spot and he made his way over to you. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here?” He asked bending over and pressing his chest against your back. 

A squeak squeezed its way through your lips feeling him, your ass and cunt exposed to the cool air was now hidden by Toji, his warmth seeping from his shirt through your dress that made you shiver in delight. 

The whole plan was talked about beforehand, a little bit of role-playing and monsterfucking was a wonderful way to kick off Halloween. 

He grabbed the plastic fake knife from his pocket as he snaked his arm to support your torso holding it upside down, the tip pointing at the ground as he kicked your ankles apart. 

You opened your mouth to weakly protest when your balled-up panties were stuffed between your lips, the sound died in the back of your throat. Goosebumps blanketed you as heat rushed between your legs. 

Salvia saturated your underwear as you caught your breath gripping his large forearm. Toji chuckled panting against your neck, his harsh breath from the mask sent chills down your spine. 

By this point your clit was almost throbbing as he trailed the end of the plastic knife up between your legs and up under your skirt, the tip rubbed against your bare pussy pulling another whine from you. 

“You smell so,” he stopped and buried the rubber nose into your neck inhaling deeply, “sweet, sweet enough to eat.” 

His words made your knees weaken as you rolled your head back and looked at him, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth as your hood fell exposing your face. 

“My, what a pretty face you have,” Toji whispered as he kept playing with your clit, only soft enough to keep you wanting more, the pressure never enough. 

With slowed precision moves he angled the knife and rocked it making you moan, the tension slowly cracking as you whined desperately trying to hump whatever you could. 

He chortled watching you try to reach climax. His name muffled through the panties as tears stained them, your mascara ran down your cheeks in fat clumps. 

“Remember this was all your idea, you wanted this, and now you’re going to take everything I give.” 

Toji ripped the mask off and looked at you with a sinister gleam in his eye and a smirk as he unbuttoned your hood letting it fall to the ground. “Lay it out then get on your back.” 

Your legs felt like jelly as you dropped to your knees spreading the thin fabric out on the dirt before you laid on your back hurriedly hiking your dress up over your hips. 

With panties still stuffed in your mouth it was impossible to reply to him, only obey. He followed suit and dropped to the forest floor in between your spread legs. 

His palms rested on your knees as he looked at your pussy. “Play with yourself a little bit, show me how naughty you can be.” 

What was supposed to be role-play turned into something else completely different, you didn’t care for the plan any longer, and the only thing that riddled your brain was the need to cum. 

With deft fingers you splayed yourself open to him, greedy eyes ate up the view, your pussy wet from the pill, and having Toji this close to you, his own desire evident that strained in his jeans as he sat back a little too enjoy the show you put on, his name rolled off your tongue umpteenth time as you slid two fingers inside your cunt. 

They weren’t even close to your boyfriend's thick fingers, the ones that always curled and scissored against the silken confines of your pussy while his thumb stroked your clit before replacing it with his mouth making sure you came on his tongue before splitting you open on his cock. 

“Feel good?” He asked gruffly as he popped the buttons to his jeans, the dull throbbing that radiated down the length of his dick all the way to his heavy balls was getting to be too much, he licked his lips slowly unzipping his zipper then finally, his cock sprang free, thick and long leaking pre-cum from the bulbous head. 

You nodded wildly and propped yourself up on one elbow working your fingers faster inside you, wet suctioning could be heard as Toji matched your pace, his fingers wrapped around his shaft pumping up and down. “You’re so fucking hot like this, and you want me so bad, don’t you? Red Riding Hood wants the werewolf to fuck her dumb, isn’t that right?” 

Your answer was a whine as you arched your back off the ground, even though the air was chilly due to it being late October you were still hot, burning up alive it felt like almost the way you ached for Toji to touch you. 

“Oh, that’s right,” he laughed looking at your ruined panties still stuffed in your mouth, “you couldn’t even say anything, now scream my name.” He growled bending down and settled his weight on top of you, his mouth slotted over yours, his tongue stroked against yours as he kissed you deep and messily. 

You moaned into his mouth using your free hand to grasp at his inky hair before pulling your fingers out mewling at the loss. “T-Toji, please! Just touch and fuck me! Need you so bad!” You begged and teared up, the ache blossomed into a heat that overtook you, your skin was on fire, and your blood boiled. 

“Good job with the begging but my name isn’t Toji, remember?” 

“Just-” You moaned and broke off with a sob, snot, and tears caked your face as you felt his cock press against your stomach, he chuckled and ground his hips making sure you felt it. 

“Just what? Just feel how hard you make me, I think instead of taking what's in your basket I’ll just take you instead.” 

His threat made your cunt clench around nothing as he leaned back to grab your calves in both hands pushing your legs to your chest and glanced down at your pussy, slick and swollen he knew you needed him and he was tired of waiting too, the role-play leaving his head as he hooked both arms under your knees before he stood to his full height with you in his arms. 

You gasped and held his shoulders, there was nothing you could do, your legs were spread wide as he rubbed the head of his cock lifting you higher in the air. “I got you.” He whispered leaning in to kiss you as he thrust inside you, slowly making you feel every single inch of him. 

Toji groaned tightening his arms around your waist and using his brute strength to bounce you up and down while bending his knees and meeting each wet sloppy thrust, he slid in and out of your cunt with agonizing movements, and for a moment you swore you could feel him throb inside you. 

With weakened limbs, you wrapped your arms around his neck seeking his mouth in a wet kiss, your tongue tangled with his and you could taste the need for you, it was hot the way he fucked you, his passion to be inside and taste you could never compare to anyone else you’ve been with, and at the moment you pulled back to look at him you knew you wanted to marry him. 

“I love the way you feel,” Toji grunted, his neck strained with his burning orgasm as he ground your clit against his pubic bone, the soft hair tickling as you clawed at his shoulders wanting him closer than he already was, you kissed your way up his neck to his jaw then his mouth again claiming him in a passionate kiss. 

His fingers dug into the plush of your waist as you tried to milk him, your cunt fluttered hard and tight around his cock that was buried all the way to the hilt inside you, his head flirting with your cervix mixing a small brush of pain with the pleasure that overtook you. 

“Cum! I wanna cum!” You babbled throwing your head back and letting him fuck you harder while spreading his legs to have more leverage, at this point, you didn’t have any objections to him using you as his personal fleshlight, your skin slapped together mixing in with the heavy panting and moaning as you finally gave in. 

Toji could feel your pussy sucking him deeper as he stilled keeping you flush against him as he filled you with thick hot ropes of cum that leaked out from where you two were joined, you both panted heavily as you kissed him once more. He slowly kneeled down on your hood and helped you wrap your legs around his waist, the position he had you in earlier left your legs feeling like jelly. 

He stroked your head softly as he stared at you, the stars and moon lighting his handsome face up while he stayed buried deep inside still hard and ready to go. “T-that was so amazing.” You whispered and giggled still drunk off the orgasm he gave you, the need to have another one set ablaze between your cum filled cunt as you rocked your hips holding his shoulders. 

“My cock drunk slut just can’t get enough.” He teased cupping your ass giving you the support to slowly ride him, the mixture of cum soaked into his jeans that rubbed against you, the fabric irritated you a bit but it didn’t matter when Toji lifted up holding your thighs now fucking you again while capturing your lips in another kiss that stole your breath. 

“Happy Halloween.” You whispered pulling him closer with your heart thrumming hard against your rib cage knowing tonight he was going to fuck you good and dumb, just what you deserve. 

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[not-neverland06]

Bad Day

part two

Bo Sinclair x fem!reader, Vincent Sinclair x fem!reader (not together, I don’t do that twincest shite) A/N: I don’t usually think about slashers until Halloween, but I’ve just had House of Wax brainrot for the past two weeks, so I wanted to get this out Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence (barely) Summary: Stranded on the side of the road with shitty friends, you’re forced to visit Ambrose, home of the infamous House Of Wax. Unfortunately for you, you manage to catch the attention of not one, but two of the Sinclair brothers.

“Hey, what’s that noise?”

Sarah looks over her shoulder at you and shrugs. “What’re you talking about?”

You roll your eyes and tap Dean on the shoulder, he grunts, the best answer you’ll get from him. “Pull over, I think something’s wrong with the car.” He gives you a questioning glance over his shoulder but shrugs and pulls onto the side of the desolate road. 

You could hear the rest of your friends pulling up behind you in their truck as you hopped out. You walk to the front of the car, popping open the hood and immediately regretting it as a cloud of smoke blasts you in the face. “Shit,” you hiss, backing up and fanning the air in front of your face. 

“Oh, fuck,” the angriest you’d ever heard your stoic friend Dean, and his voice was still barely above a whisper. Alison, Owen, Gwen, and Damien hopped out of their truck and came rushing over to the three of you. 

“What’s going on?”

“Something’s wrong with Y/N’s piece of shit car.” You rolled your eyes at Sarah’s bitchy attitude, you don’t know why you agreed to this trip. You barely like any of them, they were horrible people and worse friends. You’re pretty sure the only reason they invited you was because Owen’s truck couldn’t fit all of them and you were the only one they knew with a big enough car for the rest. 

“I saw a sign, some place called Ambrose, we could try there. Might have someone who could help.”

You all glanced at each other, each of you trying to come up with a solution, but nothing was better than Owen’s suggestion. What's the worst that could happen?

Your car had managed to make it long enough to get to some campground, you really hadn’t been willing to just abandon it on the side of the road to be stolen. Now, you all sat in the grass, debating who should head into town. 

“Y/N should go. It’s her car.”

“Thank you, Allison,” you glared at her, “but I’m not willing to go into some strange town all on my own.”

Owen let out a loud sigh before he reluctantly said, “I’ll go with you.��� You were overwhelmed by his kindness. Not. 

There was a high pitched scoff and you glanced over to see Allison glaring at her boyfriend. “You volunteered real quick.”

“Ally-”

She held up a hand and walked off, struggling slightly over the damp ground with her heels. Owen trailed after her, offering you a barely there apology as he left you with everyone else. You were acutely aware of how none of them would meet your eye. 

Up ahead, Ally was laying into Owen, probably another fight because she always thought he was trying to sleep with someone else. It didn’t take you long to realize you were on your own. You really hated these people. 

You stood up, shooting dirty looks over your shoulder as you started towards the woods Owen had determined would take you to Ambrose. “Thanks babe!”

You flipped Gwen off and kept walking. You grumbled to yourself as you tripped down the steep hill and cussed each of them out every time your foot sank into mud. The further down the hill you got the worse it was starting to smell. 

At first it was just musky and you assumed the stifling atmosphere was from the humidity. Then it started to really stink, putrid, rotting flesh stink. You gagged slightly the closer you got to the source of the smell. Your stomach was twisting and turning and you thought the skin inside your nose was burning as you tried to breath through your mouth. That only seemed to make it worse. Now you could taste the rot, feel it spilling down your throat.

“Y/N, wait!”

You jumped, looking over your shoulder at Owen approaching you, the rest of your friends behind him. The distraction cost you, though, your foot got twisted in a root and you let out a loud yelp as you went flying headfirst down the hill.  

“Oh, shit!” You could hear them laughing behind you as you rolled down the hill, your ribs and elbows busting against random rocks and roots. You hissed in pain when you finally came to a stop, already feeling a dozen different scrapes all along your body. 

You went to sit up but your hand sank into something soft and gooey, and oh god you were going to lose your lunch. 

You actually did throw up in your mouth, swallowing it with a burn as you scrambled desperately to get out of whatever putrid pit you were stuck in. You glanced around, finally coming across the source of the smell, dozens of carcasses surrounded you. Some of them so rotted you couldn’t even tell what animal it was anymore. 

You screamed as your hand finally found purchase on something. You glanced down at the hand wrapped around your own and shot up, your feet slipping and sliding against the gore. Two hands wrapped around your biceps and helped you, finally. 

You grasped onto the arms of whoever had you and practically leapt onto them in your attempt to escape. They pulled you away from the pit and you let out a shuddering sigh. “Thank you.”

You glanced up, finally getting to see the face of your savior. He had yellowed teeth, a sweat stained tank top on, and a very adorable smile as he patted your shoulder and backed off. “You alright?”

You let out a strained, “mhm,” as you attempted to catch your breath and not vomit on his feet. “There-“ you covered your mouth as bile rose up. You pointed towards the pit, taking in a deep breath, “Hand. Human hand.”

The man titled his head in confusion before walking over to the pit and digging around where you just were. You winced at the sound of squelching before he managed to reveal the hand once more. You jumped as he grabbed onto it, he laughed as he tugged at it until there was a loud pop and the hand came loose. 

“Anyone need a hand?”

Your friends, who had been standing at the top of the pit watching you struggle, stared at him with varying expressions of disgust. You let out an awkward laugh, relieved it had only been a mannequin and nothing worse. 

He turned around at the sound of your laughter and gave you another goofy smile. “Thank god,” you breathed. 

He came back towards you, completely unbothered by the death around him. “Sorry ‘bout your clothes.”

You glanced down at your shirt and grimaced, it was completely covered in brown blood and old bits of roadkill. “Not your fault.” You glanced towards the back of his truck, seeing old blood in the bed of it and realizing this is where he dumped the animals people hit on the highway. 

“Hey!” You both jumped at the booming voice and looked over to see Owen hopping awkwardly down the hill, skirting the dead bodies, and coming to stand next to you. The others hovered further behind. “You know where Ambrose is?”

The man ignored him, glancing at you. “That where you were heading?” You nodded and he scoffed, “Woulda been walking a long way. ‘Bout fifteen miles up the road.”

You elbowed Owen in the side and glared at him, “You said it was close!”

He rubbed his side and shrugged, “I don’t know, guess the walk was longer than I thought.” He evaded making any eye contact and stared at his shoes. You rolled your eyes, what an asshole. 

“I could give you a ride.”

You blanched at the man's suggestion, he seemed nice enough, but you really weren’t eager to get into a stranger’s truck. “No need, we’ll just take Owen’s truck.”

He shrugged, “Alright. But good luck getting in, there’s only one way to town and it’s not on any map.”

You let out a deep sigh, this day is just getting better and better. “We won’t be bothering you?” He shook his head and walked towards his truck, opening up the passenger door for you. 

You gave him a tense smile before digging your fingers into Owen’s arm and dragging him behind you. “You’re coming with me, don’t bother arguing.”

“Owen?” Allison shouted after him. 

The man answered before Owen could, “I’ll come back for y’all. Don’t you worry!” Something about the smile he shot at them, it was different than the one he’d directed towards you, there was something swimming between his yellowed teeth and honeyed smile. His eyes glittered with malicious intent and you shivered when he looked back at you. 

You didn’t really have another choice, you’d have to follow him. He, apparently, was the only one who could get you into town. You forced a kind smile on your face and thanked him as he helped you up in the truck. “I hope I don’t stink up your seats too bad,” you added as he rounded the front. 

You’d realized you’d spoken too soon when you actually got a chance to smell the interior of his truck. You clutched the seat as your eyes bulged out. Somehow, the inside was worse than the pit outside. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he said as he hopped in the truck. You heard Owen groan under his breath beside you as he slammed the truck door close. 

“Shit,” he hissed, clutching his stomach and trying not to make a big deal about how fucking awful the truck smelled and felt. 

“I’m Lester,” the man told you, offering a hand for you to shake. You paused on holding your breath to tell him your and Owen’s names. “You’ll want to find Bo when we get into town. He’s the mechanic, he’ll be able to fix you up.”

You clutched the edge of the seat for the rest of the ride, trying to remain polite as you made small talk with Lester, but you could only hold your breath for so long. He seemed to pick up on your discomfort and rolled the windows down, “AC don’t work no more.”

“Maybe Bo could fix it.”

He glanced up at you, eyes lighting up like he’d never thought of that before. “Yeah! Maybe he could!” He let out a goofy laugh, slapping his thigh and smiling at you. “I ain’t never thought of that before.”

You let out a weak chuckle, the reaction was pretty extreme for something as simple as suggesting you got to a mechanic for car problems. Owen shifted uncomfortably in his seat, “Fuckin’ Christ.” He muttered, glancing at Lester out of the corner of his eye and shaking his head. 

You elbowed him again, ignoring his noise of pain and silently threatening him to shut up. You understood that Lester might stink and have strange reactions, but Christ, he was giving you both a ride fifteen miles out of his way. He could be a little more appreciative. 

“Alright,” the truck slowly rumbled to a stop. “We’re here.”

You glanced at Lester and then the clear lack of town through the windshield. “Um, what?”

He chuckled slightly, “It’s around the bend. Truck can’t go over that, though.” You followed the direction of his gaze and lifted yourself from the seat to see a little creek and a broken bridge. “Go ahead and I’ll go back for your friends.”

Owen opened the door, practically flying out of the truck. He took in deep and dramatic inhales as the stifling Louisiana air hit him in the face. You rolled your eyes at him and turned back towards Lester, “Thank you so much for the help.”

He gave you a strange look, not quite mean but not very friendly, “Don’t thank me yet.” You had barely closed the door before he was peeling off. 

You turned towards Owen but he just shrugged, “I don’t know man, I just want to get the fuck out of here.”

You nodded, turning towards the creek, “Agreed.”

You were thankful you’d chosen a black tank top, the sun was beating directly down on you and you were pretty sure you had already sweat through every layer you had on. You were desperate for a hair clip or rubber band or literally anything to get your hair off your neck. Another minute sweating like this and you were just going to chop it all off. 

“Hey, up there.”

“Finally!” You and Owen both sped up, rushing towards the auto shop, eager to get somewhere with air conditioning. But when Owen tried the door it wouldn’t budge, he pulled and pushed, wiggled it way too many times and you snapped. “It’s locked, dipshit!”

“Think I don’t know that?” He snapped back. 

You crossed your arms and glared at him, “Then let it go and give up.” He let out a pissy sigh and whirled around, canvassing the rest of town. His eyes landed on the small chapel and he nudged you, pointing at it.

“Maybe there’s someone in there.”

You followed hesitantly after him as he walked towards it. The closer you got the louder the voices inside were. “Wait, Owen, I think there’s a service going on. We shouldn’t just barge in.”

He rolled his eyes and ignored you, throwing the door open without care and glaring inside. You shriveled up in embarrassment when you saw a man kneeling at the front of the chapel. You dared a step closer and winced, he was kneeling in front of a coffin. 

God, you guys looked like such assholes. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, grabbing Owen by the collar of his shirt and yanking him back outside. You shoved him down the steps and he stumbled, glaring at you. 

“Y/N, what the hell?”

“It was a funeral service you jackass!” You hissed back at him, unwilling to raise your voice and further disrupt those poor people’s mourning. You were halfway across the street when you heard the door behind you open. 

You tensed up, mentally preparing yourself to face whoever had decided to scold you both. “Can I help you folks?” You turned at the sound of a smooth southern accent and felt heat rise to your cheeks. Well, more heat, you were about as hot as you could get right now. 

But the man in front of you seemed perfectly comfortable in his all black suit, glaring down at you both from the top of the stairs. You were a little ashamed how attracted to him you were. He was mourning, attending the funeral of someone who was probably close to him and you were drooling over how good he looked in a suit. 

To be fair, he did look very nice in a suit. 

“I am so sorry, sir, I tried to stop him.”

Owen nudged you slightly, “Shut up, Y/N.” You glared at him but he just crossed his arms and looked down his nose at the man in front of you. “We’re looking for Bo. You seen him?”

The man’s voice was full of anger as he sneered at Owen, “You’re talkin’ to him.”

Owen glanced back at you, a mean look on his face. “Her car broke down, can you fix it?”

Bo scoffed, staring down at Owen with a disgusted expression. You knew what he was thinking, how demanding and dickish Owen was. Especially when he knew what Bo had been doing only moments before. You intervened before Owen could dig a deeper hole. 

“Don’t worry about it, sir. I’m really sorry we interrupted you.”

“Y/N-”

“Shut up before I make you,” you leveled Owen with a glare. You let the group get away with a lot, talking shit to you and about you constantly. You didn’t really care enough to stop them, but you weren’t about to let him continue to disrespect the only person who could actually help you out of this hellhole. 

Owen seemed to get the message and scoffed, walking off with an attitude. Though, he didn’t have anywhere to go considering pretty much every business was closed. So he stood in the street, kicking at gravel like a toddler. You rolled your eyes and turned back to Bo, a little surprised to find him already staring down at you. 

You couldn’t decipher the look he was giving you, but it didn’t make you feel very comfortable. Though, that could just be the anxiety from your rude companion. “Sorry, again.”

You turned around, ready to walk back to the others, when he stopped you. “I’ll help you!” 

You glanced back at him, eyebrows raised in surprise. “Really?”

He nodded, “Give me a little while to finish up here and I’ll meet you at the shop.”

You nodded, a smile slowly rising on your lips. Maybe this day wasn’t completely lost. “Of course, take your time, thank you so much, seriously.”

He nodded, still looking unimpressed. “Uh-huh. Uh, you could check out the House of Wax, might make the time pass quicker.”

You nodded again but he didn’t bother waiting for a response, already heading back inside the church. He left just in time for the rest of the group to come walking up the street. Owen ran towards them, leaving you behind. You noticed a clear lack of Gwen or Damien and figured they’d stayed behind with the cars or something. 

You caught up with them just as Owen finished filling them in on what was going on. “So we have to wait?” Sarah whined, practically stomping her feet. 

“Yes, because he’s currently burying someone,” you deadpanned. You glanced towards the building towering over the town on top of a hill. “But we can always check out the House of Wax.”

”Yippee,” Allison mumbled sarcastically. 

You broke off quickly from the rest of the group, immediately embarrassed by how they behaved in the museum. Owen had started off strong, catcalling one of the wax women and groping her. You wandered towards the back of the building, a figure of a dog catching your attention. You hadn’t seen any other animals in here. 

Wow, its fur looked so realistic. 

You knelt down, getting closer, and shot back in fear as it barked at you. You let out a loud yelp as you landed on your ass, watching the very real dog growl at you. 

“Holy shit, did not think you were real.” You held up your hands in surrender, “Good girl, it’s okay.” After a minute she stopped growling and slowly moved towards you. You smiled as you pet her, running your fingers through her fur and laughing when she licked your hands. ”Aren’t you sweet?”

You heard a creak in the doorway behind her and your head shot up. A man loomed over you, a wax mask over his face and long black locks hanging over his shoulders. “Hi,” you whispered, completely thrown off by his appearance. 

“Do you work here?”

Nothing. 

He had to, if the mask was anything to go by, maybe it was like some outfit they made the employees wear. You glanced down at his hands, you could see wax covering them and sculpting tools in the belt slung around his hip. “Oh, are you an artist?” You asked, tone a little more excited. 

He tilted his head, and you felt your heart speed up when he stepped closer. The dog left you, walking over to him with her tail wagging and tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. He reached down, not breaking his stare with you, and pet her lightly. 

You got to your feet, trying not to show how uncomfortable he was making you. Finally, he nodded. 

“Well,” you stuttered slightly over your words, tongue tied with anxiety. “They’re all amazing. I accidentally bumped into one and apologized because I thought it was real,” your words trailed off with an awkward chuckle. “I even thought your dog was real, she scared me half to death when she moved.”

God, kill me now, this had to be the most awkward one sided interaction you’ve ever had with someone. “D-,” you cleared your throat, trying to get your voice to stop cracking. “Did you do this?” You pointed to the scene behind you, a family eating dinner at a dusty wooden table.

He shook his head, slowly lumbering past you and lifting the woman’s hair. You took a hesitant step forward and peered at the back of her neck where he was pointing. 

TS was carved into the wax. “TS?” Your eyes narrowed before it finally clicked in your head. “Trudy Sinclair?” He nodded and you smiled. “Oh, yeah, I saw an article about her up front. She’s the woman that runs the museum, right?” Another nod. Maybe he was mute. Maybe he wasn’t some freaky serial killer that was about to use that scalpel in his belt to slit your throat. 

Please just be extremely socially awkward. 

“Whole place is wax,” you dumbly pointed out, because clearly he knew that. “Pretty impressive.” He straightened up, moving the woman’s hair back in place and carefully brushing it out with his fingers. The care in which he treated the mannequin was a little off putting, he was acting like she was living and breathing, something to be coddled. “Um,” you stopped staring at his hands, focusing once again on his waxed face. “What’s your name?”

He took a step forward, then another and another until he was standing right in front of you, sharing the air you breathed. You couldn’t help but gulp, feet glued to the floor as the dark holes in his mask burned into you. In your peripheral you watched as his arm stretched out and winced slightly, prepared for a hit or stab or something. 

But it just hovered in the air, after a moment you realized he was pointing at something. You turned around and found a signature scrawled into another wax figure. 

Vincent

“Vincent,” you let out a sigh of relief and held out a hand, giving him your own name. After a moment he took your hand, grip tight to the point that it hurt. But he didn’t shake it like you’d expected, instead he moved his hand up your arm, digging his fingers into your forearm and dragging you back to the front door. You whimpered when he opened the door and threw you outside. 

You clutched your forearm to your chest, rubbing the forming bruises as the door slammed in your face. “Well, fuck you too then,” you muttered under your breath. You turned around glancing down the street and seeing Allison and Owen already walking towards the auto shop. You bound down the steps and run after them, panting when you finally catch up. 

“Where’s Sarah and Dean?”

Allison snorted, “Said they found a bed upstairs.” She glanced at you, “I think you can put two and two together.”

Your nose wrinkled and you groaned, “That’s disgusting. The guy that runs the place is literally in there.”

“Don’t be a prude,” Owen admonished. “They’re just screwing around.”

You glanced back at the House of Wax, seeing a figure moving in the window of the upper floor and shook your head. Jackasses. 

Bo was waiting for you all at the door of the auto shop. He was still in his black suit, except this time he had an easygoing grin on his face. A complete 180 from the man who looked ready to rip Owen’s dick off for interrupting a funeral. 

He gave you a particularly large smile as you approached, holding the door open for you as you entered the shop. You didn’t get the relief you were hoping for, the air in here almost as stifling as it was outside. It was maybe two degrees cooler. Whatever, you’d take what you could get on such a shitty day. 

“You know what the problem is with your car, sweetheart?” 

It took an awkward moment of silence to realize he was talking to you. When you looked up from the floor you saw his gaze drilling into yours, not missing the way his eyes flitted down to your low cut top and then back up. You couldn’t really blame him, you’d been eyeing him since he introduced himself. 

“Um,” you glanced towards Owen. “What did Dean say it was?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, an unsure look on his face. “Something about a hose.”

Bo nodded, sucking on his teeth before he went to the back of his shop. You rocked back and forth on your heels, ignoring the other two who were wandering around his shop and whispering to themselves. “Hey, honey, you mind comin’ back here a minute?”

You peered around the doorway and saw Bo bent over rummaging around in some boxes. “Me?”

He looked over his shoulder and chuckled, “Who else?”

You were about to step forward when you heard Allison hiss your name. You turned around and she pulled her top down mouthing ‘maybe he’ll give you a discount,’ pointing to your own shirt and laughing. You crossed your arms reflexively, covering your breasts from her view and tugging your shirt higher up to be petty. She rolled her eyes, clearly called you a prude, and turned back around. 

You really needed new friends. 

You walked into the back of Bo’s shop, taking in the different tools and boxes along the walls. “What’s up?”

“Any of these look right?”

You glanced down at the hoses he had laid out, the blood draining from your face when you realized you did not know anything about your car. You really hadn’t even known a hose was a thing until today. “Um, I’m not sure.”

“Well,” he started, losing some patience as his tone took a curt edge. Your stomach toiled with anxiety, not liking the idea of him getting pissed at you. “You know what size ya need?” 

You cleared your throat, “Owen!” You called out the door, you heard a grumbled what in response. “You know what size I need?”

“Two and a half!”

You missed Bo sliding a hose under his work table as you turned back around, scanning the tags and frowning when you saw he didn’t have the right size. “There’s a two, would that work?” You asked, picking the hose up and holding it out to him. 

His tongue poked into his cheek and he shook his head, “‘Fraid not, sweetheart.”

“Shit,” you placed the hose back down and rubbed your face, wincing as you remembered you were still covered in innards. “Ugh, gross,” you pulled your hands away from your face and could already feel streaks of blood on your cheeks. 

Bo chuckled and reached for a clean rag off his work table. He gave you a charming smile and wiped the blood off your face. You tried not to let yourself be too affected by how close he was, but it was hard, really, really, hard. So, as you always do in situations you don’t know how to handle, you blabber. 

“House of Wax was really cool,” you mumble.

“Hm,” he hums, not interested at all as his gaze darts down to your lips. 

“Yeah, the guy, Vincent, I don’t think he liked me very much,” you let out a barely audible laugh, remembering his harsh treatment as he tossed you out. 

Bo froze, his eyelids dropping slightly as the tender look on his face melted away, replaced by something you didn’t understand. Or didn’t want to understand. The hair on the back of your neck was standing up as goosebumps traveled along your arms. You weren’t cold, not in the slightest, this felt like something else. Like an instinctual response to a predator. 

You backed away a step, no longer feeling comfortable being so close to him. “What’d you say?” His voice was low, so low you could almost mistake it for a growl. 

“Um,” you swallowed harshly, throat parched and lips completely dried by the humidity. “Vincent,” you didn’t like how small your voice was. Didn’t like how quickly the atmosphere had shifted from something charged to something dangerous. “He- he showed me some wax sculptures and then he tossed me out.”

“You saw Vincent?” You nodded, backing a step further when he approached you. He noticed and let out a low laugh, the grin returning, but there were entirely too many teeth. “You say anything? ‘Bout his mask? How quiet he was?” He probed, his tone almost teasing like he wanted you to say Yeah, called him a freak and laughed at him. Like he wanted to use your response as an excuse for something. 

You shook your head quickly, “No. No, of course not,” you were quick to defend yourself, trying to sound as sincere as possible. You didn’t want him to think you were as rude as your traveling companions. “I thought maybe all the museum workers had to wear those. Like a theme or something. And,” you stumbled slightly over your words as he moved towards you again. You stepped back towards the doorway, trying to get back in the view of the others. “And I can be pretty quiet myself, I didn’t think it would be kind to pry.”

He finally stopped, but it wasn’t enough to calm you down. You still could feel your heart pounding against your chest, going so fast you felt a little dizzy. You weren’t an idiot, you knew how risky it was approaching so many strange men in one day. But you had been trapped, like a mouse dropped in a maze, constantly searching for a way out. 

You’d had no choice but to accept help from all the people you’d interacted with in this town, but you didn’t forget how much danger they could pose to you and your friends. You were all too aware of how stupid it was to be in a room with this stranger. 

This stranger who switched between masks so fast you got whiplash. Just as quickly as it had disappeared, his smile was back, still just as handsome, but no longer disarming. He shrugged, “Vincent doesn’t show himself to anyone, really. Just a little curious, that’s all. And that mask is all him, sweetheart.”

“Right,” you forced a smile, moving out of the way so he could walk back into the main part of the shop. 

He clapped his hands together, getting the attention of the others. “Sorry folks but I don’t got the parts you need here.”

Allison and Owen both let out loud groans, their voices blending together in anger as they harassed Bo for not having the one car part they needed. You winced as they yelled at him, demanding to know how he even called himself a mechanic if he didn’t have one simple part. You could see Bo’s patience leaving him again, jaw clenching and teeth grinding together. 

“Shut up!” You shouted, glaring at them from behind Bo. “Jesus, act your fucking ages,” you muttered, storming past Bo and going to stand near them. You didn’t bother looking at any of them, despite the stares you could feel boring into you. 

“Thank you,” Bo mumbled before his voice rose again. “As I was sayin’ I got some parts up at my house. Only about a ten minute walk, you could use the bathroom, clean up, I’ll see if I have what you need.”

Allison and Owen shared a look before turning towards you, the both of them huddling around you. “I don’t want to go anywhere near that freak’s house. He’s probably got some redneck sex dungeon.”

“Allison,” you admonished, looking over her shoulder to make sure Bo hadn’t heard. He seemed preoccupied with something under his desk. “Shut up, he’s being nice and putting up with our shit. I mean, he just buried someone guys, and he’s still trying to help. Least you could do is be respectful.”

Allison huffed and sighed and rolled her eyes before finally nodding, “Fine. But I’m using you as a human shield if shit goes south.”

“Fine by me,” you muttered, pushing away from them both and smiling at Bo. “If you don’t mind, we’d love to go.”

He nodded, smiling at you before walking to the door. He opened it but he didn’t leave until he threw over his shoulder, “Don’t worry, if I was taking anyone to my dungeon it’d be this one.” You squeaked as he pinched your waist and walked out. 

Allison scoffed, like she was offended, and followed after him. 

“So,” Bo started, slowing down so you could catch up to him. You sped up slightly, matching his stride and giving him a small smile as he stared at you. “What’re you doin’ with these jackasses?”

You couldn’t stop a snort from slipping out at his blunt language. You glanced behind you, watching Allison and Owen bicker about something and turned back towards him, shrugging. “I don’t know, they needed my car and I wanted to get out of the house, I guess.”

“Well, how long you been friends?”

“Not long, I met Allison a year ago and I guess I just started hanging around them.”

“You don’t seem to get along real well.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement, a fact in his eyes that you didn’t belong with them. And he was probably right, you hated them, they hated you. 

“Only reason I’ve stuck around this long is ‘cause I don’t have anyone else.”

You didn’t notice how he perked up, how quickly he tuned into the loneliness in your words and pounced. You should have, for someone so perceptive and paranoid, but you were too busy grimacing at a chunk of dead something in your shorts pocket. 

“No one? No family? No other friends? No one to notice-” He cut himself off, once again sending you a smile, though this one seemed more sympathetic than anything. Like he knew your pain and could relate to it. 

“Yeah, no one.”

“Hm,” he offered nothing else. Just another hum and a nod as you approached the house at the top of the incline. He walked up to the front door, unlocking it, and turning around to survey you all. “Anyone need the can?”

Owen stepped forward, Allison clinging to his arm with a paranoid look on her face, eyes darting all around the perimeter of the house. Bo glanced behind them at you, “Sweetheart?”

“No, I’m good, thanks.” He might be charming but there was no way in hell you were just gonna wander in blind to his house. 

“You sure? I could give you a change of clothes.”

Before you could figure out a polite way to decline again, Allison had grabbed onto the strap of your tank top and was dragging you up the porch. “Please, fuck, I can’t stand the smell anymore.”

You ripped your arm out of her grasp, jumping as the door slammed closed behind you. For a moment the house stayed dark, no light and no noise other than the sound of your breathing. Then you heard a click and light shone down on a cluttered living room and outdated kitchen. 

“Sorry, haven’t had time for the maid,” Bo muttered sarcastically. He turned towards you, motioning you forward and, reluctantly, you followed. “Bathroom’s down the hall to the left.” Owen nodded, heading down the hallway while Allison stayed planted by the door. 

“I’ll show you my room and you can get changed.”

”Thanks,” you followed him wearily up the stairs, jumping every time the old wood creaked. “I really appreciate this, I know we’ve bugged you a lot today.”

”Yeah, you have.” You frowned, taken aback by how honest he sounded. In your defense, he had offered up his house to you guys. He turned around and must’ve seen the disgruntled look on your face because another grin broke out and he laughed, “I’m messin’ with ya. Relax, it’s no trouble at all for such a pretty lady.”

He opened up the door at the top of the stairs and stepped inside. You heard him moving around, drawers opening and slamming shut before he emerged again a pile of unfolded clothes in his hand. “Here, you can use the room to change.”

You nodded and stepped inside, quick to lock the door behind you. You waited until you heard his footsteps going back down the stairs to strip out of your clothes and change. You moved as quickly as you possibly could, a little paranoid that he had cameras in his room or something, watching you. 

You weren’t sure what had changed. Maybe it was Allison’s insistence that he actually had a sex dungeon, or that you were in a stranger’s room, but you felt scared. You felt watched and uncomfortable and like you wanted to get the hell out of here as quickly as possible, put Ambrose in your rear view and never look back. 

You held up the shirt Bo had left you and frowned. It was big, much bigger than he was. This didn’t seem like something he would own, the fitting all wrong, this seemed like something that belonged somewhere else. To someone else. 

You stared at it a moment longer before shaking the thought away and pulling the button up over your arms. As you worked on the last button you realized he hadn’t left you with any pants. Hopefully just a simple oversight on his part. It went down to your thighs, so it’s not like you were completely exposed. You’d just pretend you were wearing a dress. 

Your eyes scanned the room, you would go through his drawers and look for some pants but it didn’t feel right to dig around in his stuff. The room itself was a clusterfuck of boxes of clothes and sprawled sheets. You jumped around a box full of men’s clothing and frowned at the labels on the box. Each box had different sizes and different dates. 

Your heart beat just a little bit faster when you spotted women’s clothes shoved under his bed.

There could be plenty of explanations. 

He swung every which way and this was all clothing from his conquests. 

He liked to dabble in drag. 

He was collecting clothes for the homeless. 

You went with the last one, despite the fact that it didn’t make you feel any better. You walked into his bathroom, smiling when you saw a hair clip on the sink. You picked it up, hoping it wasn’t someone’s favorite and that they wouldn’t mind you borrowing it for a bit. 

Just as you were about to clip up your hair you noticed a smudge of red on the corner. The claw itself was completely white, the red was pretty hard to miss. You frowned, bringing it closer to your face and running your fingers over the color. 

It flaked off under your thumb, the copper falling into the sink. 

There were only so many things you could ignore. 

A blood covered claw was not one of them. 

You rinsed it off in the sink, shoving your hair up and running towards the bedroom door. You didn’t bother collecting your clothes, there was no saving them and you had bigger things to fuss about. Mainly the fact that Allison was right. 

This dude definitely had a fucking sex dungeon. 

You forced yourself to slow down when you reached the top of the stairs. You peered over the railing, listening for any noises or creeping shadows. It was almost worse when you didn’t hear anything. Allison should be at the door, bitching about how long it takes Owen to pee. Bo should be walking around somewhere. 

Instead, the house was still, you barely even heard your own breath over your racing heart. You were careful as you made your way down the stairs, avoiding the boards you know creaked and lightly making your way towards the front door. 

“Allison?” You whispered, looking around the den or kitchen for her. 

Nothing.

You hesitated, wondering if you should look for her or make a run for it. You heard footsteps getting closer to the door and made your choice, grabbing the keys off the tray nearby and racing through the doorway. 

“Y/N?”

You turned around as you reached Bo’s red truck, looking just in time to see a knife split through Allison’s jaw. You couldn’t even scream, the noise locked away in the deepest part of yourself as you struggled to process what was happening. 

The blade stuck out grotesquely between her teeth, her eyes remained blinking, that was the worst part. They blinked, tears pouring down her cheek before the man behind her was shoving her forward and her body was toppling to the ground limply. You jumped at the thud, eyes wide and burning with your own tears as you looked into the dark holes of Vincent’s mask. 

“Vincent?” You whispered, the only thing you could actually manage to get out. His head tilted and he stepped over Allison’s body like she wasn’t even there. Your hands shook, the keys slipping out and landing in the dirt under your shoes. He was about ten feet away before your flight instincts finally kicked in 

“Fuck,” you whispered, abandoning the truck and taking off just as the knife he’d thrown landed in the dirt where you’d been standing only a second earlier. 

You used to run, it had been an easy form of therapy. A way to get out unresolved and pent up emotions that left you feeling stunted. You’d loved it, reveled in the burn in your thighs, the buzz that thrummed through your blood as you pushed yourself to your limits and then further. 

But you’d stopped, got caught up in a group of shitty friends and stopped taking care of yourself. Now, the once thrilling buzz was slowing you down. The muscles in your thighs unprepared and unused as you forced them to go faster. You felt like you were trying to run in a dream, your muscles working as hard as possible but you were stuck in a limbo, never moving fast enough. 

You could hear heavy boots pounding behind you and you tried to push through that limit that you felt locked around your legs. But you couldn’t, you couldn’t move faster and you already felt yourself slowing down. Your lungs heaving as your throat burned, struggling to take in any air. 

“AH!” You let out a strange sounding scream as something heavy and hard rammed into your back. It sent you flying, knees scraping against pavement as you were pancaked to the road. 

“There ya are, darlin’! You don’t know how bad my feelings were hurt when I saw you’d run off.” You whimpered as Bo pinned your arms behind your back, his knees digging into your spine until you both heard it crack and you cried out in pain. 

“Bo, please,” you begged. “Please.”

He chuckled, leaning down until his mouth was next to your ear. “Please, what, darlin?”

”Please fuck off,” you growled throwing your head back and listening to Bo’s nose snap. You used the distraction to wrestle your way out from under him, rolling onto him, legs straddling his waist as you grabbed a nearby rock and brought it down.

His hand shot up and gripped your wrist, squeezing until you couldn’t feel your fingers and were forced to let go of the rock. “Fuckin’ bitch.”

You slapped at him as he tried to sit up and pin you down. You didn’t care how rabid or unorganized you were. You clawed, screamed and kicked until you’d gained the upper hand and were jumping away from him. “Fuck you,” you hissed, glaring at him as you clutched at your hurt wrist. 

His nose was no longer pouring blood, instead it was a slow steady drip as he glared at you with what could only be described as an animalistic snarl. “Bitch,” he spat back. 

“That the best you got?” You taunted, “You’re the backwoods freak who's killing off college kids. Lemme guess, Vincent’s your brother, he wears that mask because mommy and daddy were actually Uncle-Dad and Aunt-mom? Your weird little incest freak didn’t want to let mommy’s dream die? I bet one of you fuckin’ killed her, too.”

”Shut the fuck up!” He shouted, lunging for you. You darted off to the side, leaping over a wooden picket fence and through the yards of the silent neighborhood. The sky was turning pink, your favorite time of day, right before night finally fell. 

But you didn’t have time to enjoy it, crying as you ran away from the feral man behind you. You could hear him breathing, stomping his way behind you, it was like being chased by a wild animal, not a man. Maybe that’s what was terrifying you so bad, humans were predictable. You knew what type of torture to expect from them, the cruelties they were capable of. But a man like this, a beast like this, you had no idea what he would do to you. 

Tear you apart right here in the street?

Take you back to his home and keep you until better prey came along?

You didn’t want to find out. And you didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of your death. 

You had been screaming as he attacked you, shouting as you ran from him. Not once did a light click on or off as you ran through the neighborhood. No curtains drew back or faces pressed against the window pane in curiosity. 

You knew you were alone, the rest of your friends were most likely dead. 

You gasped, losing your breath, as you slammed into something hard. “Y/N? What the fuck?” You whined in pain, looking up to see Owen standing over you. He kneeled down, like he was going to help you up, until you heard the sound of laughter behind you. 

“Got you,” Bo taunted. And you knew he was talking about you, he didn’t give a shit about Owen, he just wanted you. 

“Owen, please,” you whispered, begging him to, just this once, help you. Be a decent guy, make the right choice. You should have known better. Just as you’d gotten to your feet, two strong hands had gripped your shoulders and sent you flying. 

A different set of hands found their way around your waist, coiling around you like a python until their grip was so tight your face was turning purple from loss of air. “Told you, jackasses,” Bo whispered, the last thing you heard before you were blacking out. 

Nine Inch Nails. 

That’s what you could process when you woke up.

The next thing you felt as your eyelids slowly peeled open, a near painful process, was the jostling around your legs. You whined, your throat completely raw and glanced down. Bo was standing at the end of some sort of chair, similar to a gurney, and duct taping your legs down. He glanced up, hair plastered with sweat and grinned at you. He had changed, you hadn’t noticed before but he’d ditched the suit for his coveralls. 

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes and glancing towards the ceiling as you blinked back tears. 

You were going to die and the last thing you were going to hear was the blasting of Closer by Nine Inch Nails. 

Fuck my life

Bo moved up, holding your wrists down on the metal armrests and duct taping those too. You looked to the side, and saw strange circular markings on his wrist. You assumed, whenever they disposed of your body and took the tape off, you would have matching scars. 

You heard footsteps clomping above you and the sound of Damien and Gwen’s voices. “Where did they all go?”

“I don’t know, maybe they’re in the auto shop.”

Gwen sounded unsure, “Maybe, it is the only place that’s open.”

Bo ran behind you, his warm hand clamping over your mouth and keeping it shut as they passed the grate above you. You hadn’t even tried to open your mouth to scream for help, you knew you couldn’t, your throat was destroyed already. 

“I’m gonna take my hand off and you’re gonna be quiet. Yeah?” You nodded your head, feeling the salty warmth of your tears trailing down his hand and building up on your cheeks. “Yeah,” he whispered, the tone too intimate as he slowly released you. 

He remained beside you, poised and ready to strike but you didn’t make a move to call out. “Good girl,” he chuckled and placed a hand over yours. “I’m gonna go up, deal with those assholes, and you’re gonna behave. Right?”

You nodded again and he dug blunt fingernails into tender skin. You whimpered out, “Yes, Bo.”

He laughed again and walked towards the door, keys clinking as he locked it behind himself. “Fucking sicko,” you spat the second the door was closed. You moved your legs, wincing as the tape picked at your bare skin. 

“Oh, fuck it,” you were sweaty enough, the moisture on your skin providing enough glide for you to wiggle one leg out of the tape. Arrogant bastard had given you too much freedom, he probably didn’t even think you were going to run. 

Now, your wrists. 

Your arms were sweaty, sure, but these were tight. You tried to use a jerking motion you’d once seen in a stupid action movie, bringing your wrists to your chest. But your muscles were fatigued and you didn’t have enough strength to rip the tape off. 

You flopped against the flattened cushion of the chair, trying not to sob incoherently as Bo’s rock music blared in the garage above. You could hear voices speaking. You didn't know how much time you had left until Bo just got rid of them and came back down for you. 

You’d been pointedly ignoring the wall of Polaroids since you’d woken up, not wanting to see what they were. Afraid you already knew. 

You ignored the unnatural bend of your shoulder, how much it screamed out in pain as you contorted your body over your right wrist, teeth picking at the duct tape until you felt like they were coming loose. But you didn’t stop, you kept going until you felt the slightest tear under your lips. 

You had to stop yourself from crying out in victory as you used whatever remained of your strength to jerk at the tape again and again, your muscles crying as you finally ripped yourself free. You stuffed down your cries, using your free hand to unwrap the other. 

You allowed yourself a moment to roll out your wrists and shake off your legs before you were shooting off the gurney and stumbling towards a corner of the room. Your legs felt like jelly, and you knew that wasn’t good, but you pushed past the fear as footsteps stomped down the stairs. 

Your heart rate picked up and your throat clenched as you pushed sweat-matted hair out of your face. You took in a deep breath and then held it as the door slammed open. You winced, grateful you hadn’t chosen to hide behind that. Bo stepped into the room, there was a blind spot of about five seconds before he would see you were out of your chair. 

You needed to use that to slip behind him and out the door. 

You heard one boot enter. Then the next. 

You could hear your blood rushing in your ears, adrenaline making your muscles tingle back to life. 

Another step, you inched forward, another, you slid against the wall. Bo finally made it all the way in. “What the fuck!”

You shot behind him, racing up the steps and bursting through the door of the garage. You didn’t give yourself time to celebrate or look to see if he was following you. You darted down the street, suddenly grateful Bo had only given you a shirt to wear. 

You were sure it was for his own pleasure, but right now all it meant was that your legs weren’t constricted by tight denim and you could run as fast as your body would allow. You turned to the right, bursting through the doors of the chapel. 

You froze at the entrance, taking in a deep heaving breath as you tried to find a hiding spot. The pews were too noticeable, the casket probably wouldn’t fit you. You nearly cried as you tried to figure it out. 

Outside you heard Bo stomping, his voice calling out your name. Fuck it, you dove for the priest, using his large robes and throwing yourself under them. You had just managed to clamp a sweaty palm over your mouth as the doors of the church opened, deceptively quiet. 

Bo’s footsteps were soft as he walked through. You feel dizzy sitting under this preserved priest, the air stifling and you felt like you were running out of oxygen. Sweat beaded at your hairline, dripping down into your eyes as you tried to blink it away. 

You jumped, nails digging into your palm, at the sound of wood crashing against the wall. “Get out here!” He roared, and you knew he was slowly making his way through the pews. He tossed each of them around, checking under and around them for you. 

You ducked down, lifting the robe a centimeter off the floor. If you closed your eyes, put your hand over your ears, you were a little girl again, hiding under the table as your mother counted down. She’d find you soon, you’d giggle and she’d pretend she didn’t hear it before popping under the table cloth and catching you. 

Her fingers digging into your sides, searching for that ticklish spot. No, she’s poking too hard, that hurts. 

Shit, that hurts. 

You kick out, your shoe catching Bo’s jaw as you make a run for it, darting out from the priest and back through the chapel doors. The only thing you can focus on are the bright lights, blinding against the night sky- when did it get dark?

You stumbled over your feet, legs not moving the way you wanted them to. Shit, you don’t feel good. Did he drug you? Is it the heat? You haven’t eaten all day, or drank anything. Maybe it was finally catching up to you. 

Through blurry eyes you ran towards the movie theater, the brightest beacon you can actually make out. You trip through the doors, slamming them closed behind you. You spot one of those metal poles, the old one with red cloth they used to keep people in line. With limp arms and struggling steps you lift it up and slam it through the handles, just as Bo starts to shake them on the other side. 

You back away from them slowly, eyes scanning the lobby for anything you could use. Behind the concession desk you manage to spot something. 

BREAK IN CASE OF EMERGENCY

You’d say this constituted an emergency. You kicked through the glass, ignoring how it dragged along your legs, and pulled the ax out of its case. There had to be a back door out of here. 

Your eyes widened and you cursed, there had to be a back way out of here, and Bo would know it. You threw the ax on the ground, ripping the pole out of the handles before scooping the ax back up and running back into the dark.

Apparently you’d made the right choice because Bo was no longer where you left him. He was probably sneaking through some secret exit waiting to grab you. You looked towards the end of the street, up the hill, and back at Bo’s front door.

There was still light shining through, but you were sure Allison’s body was long gone. You glanced behind you before taking in a deep centering breath and shooting off again. 

You held your breath, hiding underneath the table as Bo came stumbling into his home. You could see him clutching a wound on his arm and Vincent materialized behind him. He reached for his brother but Bo jerked back, “Get, get, back!” He spoke like he was talking to some dog, “Fuckin’ freak.”

You winced as you watched them interact, Bo tossing shit at his brother and his brother ducking like he was used to it. Vincent walked over to a candle, heating a spoon over the flame and picking up a toaster. He used the metallic reflection to smooth over a dent in his mask and Bo came up, appearing on his shoulder like the worst kind of devil. 

“Momma would be proud of you.” Vincent’s movements paused at his suddenly tender brother’s voice. “I told you this would look better. The last two are gonna look great,” he assured, kindly, and you grimace in disgust. Should’ve known this was his idea. Your knuckles creaked around the handle of the ax and you debated just ending this now. 

Vincent turns towards his brother, spoon discarded, and signs something. You know enough about the language to recognize the hand movements when you see it, but you can’t understand it from your angle. 

“What girl?” Bo snarled, Vincent winced and signed something else. Bo snorted, “Her? What you gotta crush or somethin’?” Vincent shook his head quickly and Bo rolled his eyes, voice cruel. “What, one girl’s nice to you and you wanna break our rules? She’s dead when I’m done with her. That’s it.” Bo buried his finger in Vincent’s shoulder, shoving harshly. “Understood?” Vincent didn’t respond immediately and Bo shoved again. “Understood!” He shouted and Vincent finally nodded. 

You watched them move out of sight, followed their shoes out of the house and finally slinked out of your hiding spot. You’d seen where Vincent had emerged from earlier and retraced the steps, finding a hidden basement in their father’s office. You glanced behind you once before jumping down into the hole.

“Damien? Gwen? Fucking anybody?” You kept glancing behind you, ax ready as you creeped your way through Vincent’s tunnels. Finally, you started to see the warm glow of candles at the very end of the section you were in. 

Caution thrown to the wind, you made a run for it and burst into what looked like Vincent’s workshop. You looked around, not seeing anything of interest besides one torture chair. You’d slit your throat before they got you in that. 

You found his desk, sketches scattered around the edges. You took a peek and were surprised to find a partially done profile of your face. You glanced around, making sure you were safe, before picking the sketch up. 

You looked pretty, even half done, he might have been a little to generous with you. Made you too elegant, noble, untouchable. Flattering if he wasn’t going to try and kill you. You saw something scrawled at the very bottom and your heart clenched, She was nice.

Perhaps you were too tender-hearted, to feel any pity for these monsters. But you’d seen the news articles in their father’s office, what had happened to their family, the chair Bo was once strapped in. What they were was their mother’s final project, the legacy she left behind, one of pain and hatred. Each of them hating themselves for different reasons because of her. 

But you weren’t an idiot, you saw the was in the title of your drawing. You might have been kind, but he wasn’t planning on letting you live. Something rattled in the room to your right and you threw the drawing down, turning towards the door and carefully opening it. 

“Y/N!” Owen cried out, relief making itself clear on his face as he saw you. “Get me out of here.” You rushed forward, kneeling down and trying to undo the straps around his ankles. But your fingers weren’t working properly, they felt like they were swelling and burning and useless. You whined in frustration as you tried to get the metal through the hole. 

“Fuck!” Owen kicked out as much as he could and you jumped back. “Can you do anything right? Just get me out of here!” He screeched. 

You went momentarily blind with rage, anger boiling in your gut so quickly you nearly keeled over. “I’m trying to help you, you fucking dick! You left me behind to that psycho earlier and I’m still trying to help you!” You screamed at him, not paying attention to the raw feeling of your throat or the footsteps behind you. “Why don’t you ever just shut up!”

You weren’t aware the ax was still in your hands, or maybe you were, as you brought your arms down in frustration. It landed in his thigh, barely missing the femoral artery, and he screamed. That type of scream you only hear from squealing pigs right before their butchered. 

You didn’t think you enjoyed it.

Didn't want to enjoy it. 

But you dug the blade in. 

He’d made your life a living hell, he’d tried to get you killed earlier, and even when you’d ignored it and tried to save him he still yelled at you. Granted, it wasn’t the worst thing he’s ever said to you, but it was the worst thing he could say at that moment. You pressed on the handle, not realizing you were smiling as he squealed some more. 

You got a headache after a second, struggling to rip the blade back out before you were lifting it once more and bringing it down over his neck, the blood splattering your face, bleeding into your open eyes as you watch his head topple to the ground. 

“Holy shit,” you turned around and looked at Bo, the fight draining from your body. “Didn’t think you had it in you.” He glanced at the ax in your hands and smiled, this one looked real, the realest he could manage. “Gonna kill me too?”

You shrugged, tossing the ax at his feet. “You gonna kill me?”

He looked at you, really looked at you, standing there covered in your ‘friend’s’ blood and unknowingly smiling at the carnage. “I don’t know,” he finally muttered. 

Part two

end. — I do not own the characters or the movie House of Wax (2005), but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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[marvelfanfics1]

For Little Troublemakers -

While coming back from Peter's and Strange 's house, the Little!Reader can't help but take one of Little! Peters hoodie because he smells so good 🥹

Daddy Tony is very disappointed that she stole something and when he tries to return it to peter, he tells that it's okay for Little Reader to have it because she gave him her bracelet 👉👈

And the bigs can't help but see how cute their littles are 🥹

Little Lovers

Little Troublemakers Au

Pairing: daddy!Ironstrange x little!reader x little!Peter

Warnings: Age Regression, flufffff

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Tony was just casually walking past your playroom and had to make a double-take of you. You were sitting on your fluffy carpet with various toys laying around, but what actually got his attention was the big sweater you were wearing.

He did not recognize that one!

Tony knows exactly what's in your closet because he dresses you mostly every day, there's also a drawer with some of his t-shirts and a few hoodies because he knows you love how they smell like him.

The thing is he can't remember a pastel blue one where little paws were splattered on the back.

That was not one of his and neither yours.

"Baby?" he knocked softly on the door frame to get your attention.

You turned your upper half a little and waved at him with a smile.

"Hi, daddy! Look, I got my bunny dressed!" you said and showed him your bunny proudly that was wearing a purple dress.

"She looks great, but can you tell me where you got that hoodie from sweetheart?" he asked while walking over to you, hands in his pockets.

You looked down and fiddled with the end of it. You were afraid that he would get sad that you were wearing a hoodie from someone else and you don't want to hurt his feelings. You love your daddy's clothes but Peter's have such a different texture and smell so good as well, you always think of him when wearing them.

"Uhh...from Peter," you mumbled but Tony heard what you said with how shocked he looked.

"Did you take it with you last time we were visiting?" he asked.

"Yes, but-"

"No buts, that's not good baby, you can't just take something that's not yours. You will give it back to Peter at the weekend, okay?" he raised his eyebrow and you pout a little, nodding your head anyway not intending on making a scene.

"Yes daddy." you sighed and made grabby hands for him. "Up, please?"

Tony gave you a small smile and picked you up, kissing the side of your head, not pushing the subject any further.

⭒⎊🕸️۞⭒

The weekend came quickly and you were knocking excitedly on the front door. It opened a second later and when you saw it was Peter you practically jumped in his arms, giving him a bear hug.

"I missed you lots! We have so many games to play, come!" Peter told you and grabbed your hand, wanting to drag you behind him but a cough from behind you made you stop in your tracks.

"Didn't you forget something, sweets?" Your daddy said, nodding his head to the bag that he was holding.

"Oh...right." you let go of Peter's hand and took your bag, opening it you pulled the baby blue hoodie and Peter's face fell a bit.

Did he do something wrong for you to give it back to him?

"I wanted to give dis back to you." You said and wanted to hand it over to him.

"Why?" he asked, clearly confused. He thought you liked it, don't you like him anymore?

"Hello, little one" Stephen greeted you with a pat on your head and went to hug your daddy, longer than usual, then turned back to you and Peter. "What's going on here?"

"She took one of Peter's hoodies and I'm-" Before Tony could say anything more Peter interrupted him.

"She can have it! Look, she gave me one of her bracelets!" he said proudly and showed his wrist to them where he was wearing one of your self-made bracelets. Peter brought his attention back to you when you hung your head low, the hoodie still in your hands.

Tony and Stephen looked at each other and could've melted on the spot, both their littles were getting along so well and they couldn't be more happy. They watched Peter, who was helping you putting on the blue hoodie, giving you a kiss on your cheek.

He took your hand again and made you twirl around one time. "It looks gweat on you!"

You giggled and Peter now took the chance to take you to his room to finally play all the games he had in mind.

"You know, your little Casanova here is the reason she's a giggling and blushing mess every time I say his name," Tony said while crossing his arms.

"They're faster than us..." Stephen said and turned on his heel, making his way to the kitchen with Tony not far behind.

"Then I guess we have to catch up on them." Tony winked at him.

Since that day they have to keep an eye on you and Peter because Stephen noticed that a lot of Peter's clothes went missing more often and he put two and two together when he found a box full of colorful bracelets. He figured out that probably every time you gift the boy something he exchanges his clothes to return the favor.

It took Tony and Stephen 2 hours to explain to you both that Peter just can't give you all his clothes.

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[emilio-the-dumb-wrestler]

I've seen you age up a bunch of people, but I'm wondering if you could age me down and pretty much reset my adulthood. I'm currently just a guy in a boring office job, so I'd probably prefer anything else right now... You can do whatever you want so long as I become a young adult again.

Interesting. Challenge accepted.

Tired of spending late nights in the daily office grind you make the wish. “I wish I could start my adult hood all over again”. But what you don’t know if that someone in listening. Listening to every word that comes out of your pouty lips as they begin to quiver from your pending mental breakdown. You log out of your computer. On the way home you think to yourself where did you go wrong. You didn’t want your life to end up like this. You always wanted to do something else with your life. But here you are. Miserable. And stuck in this job you hate. You make it home and just go straight to bed. Not even bothering to eat.

The next morning you wake up and your stomach is growling. You rub your stomach and you feel something off. You feel…abs? You jerk the blanket back and you some tight pecs that lead down to some abs. Tones legs and some big feet. But everything looks..dirty. Your room looks dirty. The blankets. Even your pajamas have holes in them. Looking around the room is not even your room but rather a wood paneled room that is really small and smells of dirty clothes, sweat and bo. Your nostrils are burning from the smell and you lift your muscled arm and you smell what could only be a weeks worth of unwashed armpit. You recoil from the smell. Trying to figure out what is going on.

You stumble to the door of the room and find that you’re in a small trailer. A camper really. Alone. You find the bathroom and you’re shocked to see someone completely different. Someone who couldn’t be any older than 22. And that face. Why did you look so stupid !! You jaw was slack without you even knowing it and your eyes looked dull. Your phone rang from a txt message. Someone telling you they were going to be there within the hour to get you to work. Work? What the hell!? You didn’t even have time to explore your new body when the door of the trailer was banged on. You were afraid to answer it but was forced to answer it and my magic. In your underwear. A gasp came from the man at the door. Not only from the smell but because you looked locked and fully loaded in your underwear. He told you rent was due but you drool spilled from your lips and you just cussed him out. You got ready as if on auto pilot and soon you were at work. Getting a reset on your adulthood. Granted a much dumber adulthood. But you’re getting one.

It’s something how wishes work. Considering this stupid yard worker wishes at the same time to have a better paying office job. Isn’t that interesting ?

[murdockbarnes]

What a feeling to be right here beside you now

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: rafe cameron navigates grief and maybe, possibly, love?

wordcount: 1.76k

warnings: fanon rafe, mentions of drugs (very brief), death, rafe is very lovesick, fluff and pining, so much pining.

A/N: i haven't written anything in well over a year, but the words consumed me on one of my sleepless nights and this was the result. i'm not very good with dialogues, can you tell 😭

any feedback would be greatly appreciated. have a great day!

*not edited, all mistakes are mine*

the smell of old books and polished wood unlocks a trove of memories he had buried deep inside - his mother's gentle fingers in his hair as she read to him about dinosaurs and space and the constellations, when all was life and it seemed like life was perfect, through golden-hued glasses. when it felt like there was still someone who believed in him, loved him.

but with his mother's passing, games of tag turned into fistfights and into downright brawls on the playground, the sun reflected halo of blond hair making him appear every bit the kook prince he was. spine straight and air of confidence and commandeering presence not often expected from an 8 year old on a playground. and as he grew older and retreated deeper within himself, and the anger driven by sadness in him magnified, his hobbies turned into vices. the library was no longer a place he frequented as there was no reason to any longer, not without her.

grief was a fickle thing; it changed his father too, colder and more volatile, harsher whenever rafe made a mistake. it seemed, in an instant, his whole world came crashing down and took him down with it.

his eyes snap back to the girl as he came out of his mind and registered his surroundings, timid smile on her face as her lips formed around the words again.

"would you like some help? you look a little lost."

and he could say he didn't really need the help, the directions ingrained in his memory from all his visits with his mother, how the sunlight streamed through the high arched windows, the polished wood warmer and lighter wherever it touched, but her smile was sweet and she seemed genuine, and the lingering air in her wake tinged with vanilla and sandalwood made it hard to breathe, let alone part his lips to say otherwise, to tell her that he knows the way. it clouded his senses, encompassed him in every way as he followed her down the aisles, rows upon rows of books beside them.

he was out of sorts already and he'd barely spoken ten words to her. he looked at how her hair reflected the sunlight and rafe had to make a conscious effort to focus on his feet, lest he do something that made him look stupid in front of her, like reach out to find whether her hair was as soft as it looked, or what it smelled like.

"here we are. i'm right there at the desk if you need something else." and with another polite smile, she was gone. rafe was equal parts relieved and disappointed.

he picked up one of the books closest to him and read the synopsis. he'd started to think about picking up reading again, in a bid to better connect with his mother's memory that he was worried was slipping from his grasp. this book looked like something she would have enjoyed, rafe thought.

he settled down at a table and began to read, without any interruptions. he didn't really see many other people, for as big and beautiful the library was, the inhabitants of kildare were too busy to even consider going to the library an option. the teenagers were too busy boating, surfing, golfing and partying, and their parents with more or less the same.

rafe became a permanent fixture at the library that summer, always occupying the same table he and his mother used to in days long past. the girl from the front desk would sit with him sometimes, when the library had no one other than him and her and the cold airconditioned air between them. he'd gotten to know her a little by then, her name, the kind of books she liked, that they had shared 6th period history, shared acquaintances and circles and hobbies, the way her perfume was different every day; somedays vanilla, sometimes sandalwood or some flower he couldn't put a name to. the way it was citrus whenever she was happier, smile warmer and truer than the sunlight that streamed through the windows, more coveted as it was few and far between. and his heart would thud so hard against his chest that he feared it'd land right at her feet. his hands ached, gripping the delicate library books harshly so that he didn't do anything to embarrass himself; the tips of his fingertips would burn like ice, pinpricks of aching longing that almost consumed him whole.

it confused him and scared him. rafe wasn't sure love was supposed to feel this way, if it even was that. but her laughter glides along his back like honey and melts into his bones, drips down to his fingertips and to his toes, and he feels warm all over. his hands feel clammy and his cheeks hurt from smiling. he'd blame the drugs if he didn't go off them weeks ago. it terrified him, rattled him to his core, because he wasn't certain he could handle losing much more. but the heady high was too addictive and it made him feel alive in a way the drugs had never done.

he still had his bad days, days where his hands would shake with the effort it took for him not to reach over to his keys and drive out to barry's. days where he'd snap at the smallest things, when the jittery feeling would take over his chest. but he'd bury it deep down, occupy himself with something so fully that the only thought at the end of the day would be how fast he could hit the bed and go to sleep.

on the few days of the week he didn't go to the library, he occupied himself otherwise with golfing, surfing, maybe even a little photography. photography brought in him a sense of appreciation for beauty everywhere that he didn't have before.

rafe had just finished surfing and was walking back towards his beach towel when he heard someone calling his name. he turned, eyes scanning the beach until it landed on her, waving her hands to him with a big smile on her face. he allows the feeling to wash over him as he walks over to her and her friends, an involuntary smile of his own taking over his face as he hugs her back, hand against the expanse of her back. warm sand stuck to warmer skin, the salty sea air bringing him a whiff of her coconut conditioner this close. he was certain that he was drowning and it didn't bother him a bit. he snaps out of it as the hug ends and she introduces him to her friends.

"are you enjoying that book i recommended?" she asks him after her friends tell her they're going for a swim.

rafe just chuckled. "yes, i am. although, i didn't really peg you as someone who enjoyed those kinds of books."

a quirked eyebrow. rafe gulped. "and what did you peg me as, mr. cameron? solely a romance girl?"

"not solely a romance girl, but romance yes." rafe considered how much he should reveal. "you're beautiful inside and out, you're good and kind and you were nice to me when no one else would be nice, and rightfully so. i haven't deserved someone being nice to me in a long while. you belong right there in a romance novel. or a disney movie"

her eyes turned glassy and she gripped rafe's hand, their fingers slotting together. "everyone deserves that, rafe. what matters is that you're making a conscious effort to change. you're good and you have been nothing but good to me, cameron. i hope you see that."

a flash of warmth, and then it was over, too brief for his liking. clearing his throat, he diverts the topic. "my friend kelce is having a party tonight. are you coming?"

"will you be there?"

"i might if you are."

"consider me already there then." she replies with a smile.

rafe tugs uncomfortably at the collar of his green polo that he definitely did not deliberate a long time over. it's not like this was a date, he was just picking her up for the party. he sweats a little as he sends her a text indicating that he's here and debates whether he should ring the doorbell or not when the door opens and reveals her, clad in a yellow sundress.

he's short for breath, mouth hanging slightly open. he's just about to tell her how beautiful she looks when his attention is pulled by the sound of her voice.

"you look very good in green, cameron." she says, cheeks flushed and shy smile on her face - identical to the one on rafe's when hears that.

surprising to everyone but rafe, he spent the entirety of the party after greeting his friends standing by a wall talking to her. neither the drug and alcohol scene, nor the girls obviously vying for his attention for less than innocent intentions, none of it was appealing to him anymore. it was like a dark, heavy fog had been lifted and he was seeing things clearly for the first time in a long time under the sun's light.

unaware of when they had escaped the party to the nearby park, rafe found himself sitting next to her on a bench, leaning back to look at the twinkling stars overhead. he wished he had brought his camera so he could capture it and look back on it later.

the bench is small, and their bare arms brush again as she shifts to get comfortable. and even though the night is warm, goosebumps appear up and down their arms, from where their shoulders brush, down to their fingertips. wordlessly, they turn to face each other, their eyes flicking down to the other's lips.

silently, a question is asked; and silently, it is answered.

their lips meet in a tender kiss, unbearably soft and sweet, breaths tangling together, hands gently cupping faces. there was a warmth in their hearts, unbeknownst to the other, spreading outwards, engulfing them and warming them from inside out. lips curve into smiles, eyes closed and basking in the each others presence.

rafe felt like he was a king at that moment, like he could conquer anything. he wished he had his camera now to always preserve this moment forever, to capture the stars in her eyes.

he never wanted to stop kissing her. he just hoped she wanted the same. she did.

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Hi there! I don’t know if you write poly Sinclair or not but if you do could I get a poly Sinclair x reader (female or gender neutral is fine) where the reader gets really mad at someone for not understanding what they want despite how many times they explain and so the boys comfort her/them and calm them down?

I’m getting really frustrated with my counselor for basically ignoring what I’m saying to the point where I want to scream and cry and I just really need some x reader comfort right now lol, but no pressure of course! Sorry if this is over stepping anything! Have a lovely day/night!

pairing: poly!sinclair x gn!reader

summary: when you get back from a difficult counsellor appointment, the sinclairs try to offer you some comfort

warnings: minor injury detail, blood

a/n: this isn't overstepping at all, i'm happy to write this for you! thank you so much for requesting, sorry it took a while, and i hope you enjoy! <3

also, sorry to hear your counsellor's being so difficult, i know the feeling when people don't listen to you. if you ever need to talk, my dms are always open :)

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You were so frustrated you felt like you were about to explode as you walked through the front door of the house, Bo lounging about on the couch, Vincent clearly elsewhere.

It didn't take Bo long to notice something was up, as he stood up from the couch, proceeding to follow you into the kitchen. "The hell's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." You muttered, getting a glass of water as Bo stood beside you, leaning against the counter.

You'd just come back from a counselling session, and they hadn't listened to a word you'd said. You might as well have been talking to a brick wall.

"Well I think we both know that's bullshit, sweetheart." Bo argued, watching you as you leaned over the sink. "So what's the matter with you?"

"It doesn't matter."

Before Bo could say anything else, the front door swung open, Lester walking in with Jonesy happily circling his feet.

He was covered in dirt and smelled like wet dog as he walked into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge. He didn't even register you and Bo at first, as he sat down at the table with a bottle of orange juice, gulping it down like his life depended on it.

But once he finally acknowledged you both, he became mildly concerned by the agitated look on Bo's face. "You alright, (y/n)?"

"Fine." You answered, turning from the sink, only to crash into Vincent, the glass in your hand falling to the floor.

And that was the final straw, the thing to completely shatter the wall you had put up.

Tears burned your eyes as you bent down to start picking up the broken glass, and you wanted to scream, you wanted to yell at everyone in the room right now.

But all you could do was try desperately to hold back tears as you focused on picking up the glass.

Vincent was soon kneeling in front of you, attempting to help with the cleanup, but if you were being honest, you just wanted to be left alone right now.

All your frustration was bubbling up inside of you now, and you were worried you'd end up taking it out on the brothers, which would've been awful considering they'd done nothing wrong.

You picked up another piece of glass, adding it to the small pile you were creating in the palm of your hand, desperately trying to block everybody out as you did.

But the second Bo's hands came over yours, you were unable to keep yourself calm, turning and shoving him away from you, forgetting about the broken glass that was now enclosed in your fist.

You winced when you felt the glass pierce your skin, warm blood beginning to run across the palm of your hand.

Bo immediately spotted the blood seeping through your fingers, urging you to drop the glass as you opened your hand.

You practically stayed there in silence as Bo helped you up off the floor, instructing Vincent to go and get the first aid kit, telling Lester to clean up the mess.

"And make sure you keep the damn dog away from it. We don't want no more injuries around here." He'd added, as he guided you into the living room, sitting you down on the couch and kneeling in front of you, his hands still cradling your injured one.

"You gonna tell me what's wrong?" He finally asked you, concern in his eyes as he looked up at you.

Silent tears were staining your cheeks as you looked at him, all the pent up emotion finally spilling out of you.

You eventually offered him a brief explanation, to which he was surprisingly understanding.

"Alright, well let's take care of that hand and we can all relax, okay?" He told you.

You gave him a quiet nod, just as Vincent returned with the first aid kit.

He quickly looked you over, his rough hands carefully wrapped around your own as he inspected the injury. And he concluded that it wasn't serious, deciding to simply clean it up and wrap it.

Once he was finished, Bo joined you on the couch, Vincent coming to sit on the other side of you. And you were even more shocked when Bo handed you the remote, considering he never let anybody touch the remote.

A few moments passed and Lester finally arrived in the living room, carrying a slightly stained mug in his hands.

"Thought I'd make you some herbal tea." He smiled, handing you the cup. "Heard it's good for stress and stuff."

You offered him a small smile, before taking a sip of the tea. And it took everything in you not to visibly cringe from the taste. It was fucking digusting, but you still appreciated the gesture.

Lester then joined you all on the couch, his eyes never leaving you as he watched you sipping the tea.

To be completely honest, Bo and Vincent couldn't stop their gaze from wandering to you either. They all just wanted to make sure that you were okay. You meant so much to them, and despite their callous lifestyle, they couldn't bear to see you hurting.

But as you sat with them in front of the TV, a cheesy romance movie playing on the screen, you found that you were at peace. Being here, with your boys, you were home. And you wouldn't want it any other way.

[Main Masterlist]

#the sinclairs #poly!sinclair x reader #the sinclairs x reader #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slashers #slashers x reader

[yanderelovlies]

I got one! What about jack and bo find out their s/o is secretly a highly trained assassin/vigilante that kills crimals and other bad people at night to keep innocent people safe and often sneaks out to go patroling at night until they get caught sneaking out. (kind of like stain from my hero academia but they're not insane or kill heros)

𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖘 𝖐𝖊𝖕𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐

Note: Trigger warning: mentions blood and death on Bo's part. Also! Woah! Two fics in one day?! I'm on a roll!

Fandom(s): SWWSDJ, and DachaBo

Character(s): Sunny Day Jack, and Bo

You had always dreamed of being a hero. Someone everyone could look up to, and ask fro help. However when you got older that was all down the drain. You saw how corrupt everything was. It didn't matter if you did bad or good, it just mattered how much money you were willing to throw around. You weren't going to stand for it. It went against all your morals. So instead you took matters into your own hands. At night you would hunt for those who slipped the hands of justice. While getting ready you always made yourself swear that you would only target those who deserve it. It was almost like a prayer at this point. 

Since you lived alone it wasn't hard to just get ready, and leave. However things are different now. Now you have a partner, and because of his circumstances he lived with you. You loved having him there during the day. You got all the love and cuddles you could ask for! But when it came to getting ready for the hunt at night it became harder. You had to wait till he was asleep to get ready and sneak out. The more you got away with the  more confident you became, which led to your downfall.

Sunny Day Jack 

This wasn’t the first time he woke up in the middle of the night to with you gone. At first he thought you were simply in the bathroom, but after an hour of waiting you never came back. He began to worry. He heard of the vigilante running around ending the lives of people and heroes alike. What if for whatever reason you were a target?! He began frantically looking all over the house for you or worse….a body. 

After not finding anything Jack paced the living room trying to come up with places you could be. When passing the widow however he saw you jumping from the neighboring roof to the apartment building roof. Now Jack was really confused. He never said anything till the second time it happened. This time however he was waiting in the living room till you walked through the door 

“J-jack! What are you doing up?”

Jack looked at you, his eyes cold and calculating. “I could ask you the same thing, sunshine…where have you been?”

You knew you were caught, and had to finally come clean. You really didn't want him involved in what you did, but you also didn't want to lose him. You sighed putting your things down. “Okay Jack I’ll tell you.” You sat down and began telling him your story. 

He was silent throughout the whole story. When you finished he was silent for a bit longer before he took a deep breath “Why didn't you tell me sunshine? What if you were caught or worse killed? I would have never known….”

“I didn't want to get you involved. I wanted to protect you from it, I guess.”   

With a sigh Jack stood up and made his way to you. He sat beside you and took both of your hands “Sunshine, I'm more capable than you think, and I would do anything for you…Let me help you.”   

Bo

After he heard the shut of the door he was immediately up. Why did you leave and not tell him? Were you going out with someone? Was it a friend? A family member? ….someone else? Bo wasted no time getting dressed and following you out the door. 

He followed your scent all the way to another house. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck tingle. Why were you at someone else's home?! The closer Bo got the stronger the smell of blood filled the air. When he got to the source he was surprised. Peeking into the window he watched as you stood tall over the body of a man. Your blade dripping with his blood. Wordlessly you wiped the blade before turning to the window only to spot him “Bo?! What are you doing here?!” your voice was barely above a whisper but he could hear almost clear as day.

“I could ask you for the same puppy.” He isn't mad anymore. Curious more than anything. Why did you kill him? Did he do something to you? Why didn't you just tell him? 

You sighed walking over to the window “let's go home, and i'll tell you everything.” 

And that was what the two of you did. Bo had plenty of questions along the way, but you didn't mind. You want to be as clear as him as you could.

“So then can I come hunting with you?” 

You blink owlishly at him “....What?”

You saw his tail behind him begin to wag wildly “I can help you! And they would never suspect anyone has claws like me! It works out perfectly!”

You were shocked to say the least. You never thought Bo would ask to join you on the hunt, but in a way it makes sense. It must be his animal instincts.”We can go for a trial run tomorrow night….how is that?”

“Perfect!”

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #x reader #yandere x reader #something's wrong with sunny day jack x reader #sunny day jack x reader #swwsdj x reader #dachabo bo x reader #dachabo x reader #dachabo #dachabo bo #bo x reader

[ventiswampwater]

do you think Bo really fucking loves orange juice or was he just looking for quick sugars to counter the blood loss?? also why did he think to do that. does he think getting nailed with an arrow to the chest is the same as donating to the Red Cross?? does he know what the Red Cross is??? whose waffle is that?? how do u just leave a waffle in there?? I bet he cooked it once and it wasn't cooked enough. so he pushed it down again for another round and then it got burnt. and he looked at it and said "dadgummit not again" and left it there to be someone else's problem. and it was the last one and Vincent came upstairs and all the waffles were gone except that one. and he sighed and looked at it for a long time. and when he saw it again in the toaster while he's fixing his damn face and his dumbass sweaty brother is like "lulul god n mama n stuff" Vincent was like. I've never seen the ocean. I bet I could drive to the ocean in, what, four hours?? buy a box of waffles on the way home. this bitch is still talking. you know he talks to himself all the time. he does an Elvis impression in the mirror sometimes. it's not good. I'm gonna do it. I'm going to the ocean. motherfucker drank all the juice too. goddammit. I hate this fucking family. wish I was adopted like Lester. "there's two more." yeah I know. idiot. there were six. what have you been doing?? having sexy garage time?? christ you suck. how are we related. where's the guy with the crossbow I'd like to have a word. he needs to work on his aim. I'll put you in a headlock and let him practice. fuck you're sweaty you smell like ass. stay ten feet away from me please. yeah whatever I'll help you I guess. already been helping but it's fine, mr. never-leave-here-without-me. mr. mayor of wax town. I crush the seniors at bingo at the country club every Wednesday and you haven't even noticed I'm gone. too busy playing every single role in Our Town by yourself. moron.

JDSFHJFHSJHFSDJHFJHFJD MEG

BACKWASHING INTO THIS ORANGE JUICE!!!!

HEATHEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

when I watched this movie for the first time last year I entirely thought that man FULLY picked up a jug of lukewarm tang off the counter and just slurped it down. bc I missed the sound of him opening the fridge jsfhjhdsfjhdsf. and I was like GODDAMN THIS SET DESIGN IS OFF THE SHITS THIS IS REALLY HOW MEN BE LIVIN. HJFDSHJHFDSJ LUKEWARM TANG ON THE COUNTER

he's so stupid dumb delirious in that scene I've watched it 37874949328 times. just like. immediately deciding to YANK that shit through his arm hsdghgfsdhgfdhs. all of the blood that was channeled directly into his murder boner in the previous scenes has made him lightheaded and he is not THINKING CLEARLY hjdsjhfsjdhsd the fact that he doesn't think to snip it off. just PULLS that THANG straight through his stupid dumb idiot arm!!! the nerve damage!!! he is so sexy for that I love a dumbass man more than anything fr

VINCENT PONDERING THE LACK OF EGGO WAFFLES BC BO WAS TOO BUSY SEDUCING HIS TOOTHPASTE STAINS IN THE MIRROR TO NOT BURN THE LAST ONE JSDJDFHJFDS

sexy garage time is taking me out jhsdajhdsajhajsdhjdsh imagine all the years of vincent being responsible for the majority of the killcount bc bo goes oogabooga I want sum fuck on my silly goofy sex swing in my gas station jsdhjfdhsjfsdhj

vincent's turning wade into a wax sculpture and chopping dalton's head off and javelining a pole through paige's head and meanwhile. bo is blasting marilyn manson and having unsuccesful murderfuck preamble in his stupid basement jfdshjfhdsjhfdsj

BO JUST STINKING OF SWEAT AND VOMIT AND BLOOD and vincent tryin to maneuver himself away from him sdhjfdshjfdsh like bitch!!! I tried to check on ur fuckin injuries!! and u told me to GIT??? like I'm a dog???? and now ur sweaty diseased sickly self is leaning over me tryin 2 talk about how sexy u are and what god took away from me??? fuck outta here lmao

dsjhgfjdshjfdsh vincent playing bingo is so fuckin funny to me I'm cryin

#this is the magnum opus. these are divine words !!!! PPL!!! #hdfsjhfjhjfdshjdf this is sending me to the moon #the elvis impersonation jsdfhjhfdjhdfs thank yaaaa thank yaaaa very muuuuch #and it's just so horrendously bad and awful djshjdajsda #ilysm this ask is gonna be screen-printed on my cerebral cortex forever fr #sinclair brainrot hours

[mehidktbh]

I saw your bo Sinclair x reader about having a big chest I also from this problem 🧍🏾‍♀️ so could you do another one with Thomas Hewitt cause I love him so much 👉🏾👈🏾 also I don't mind a nsfw version as well 👀

also THE PAIN OF PUTTING ON A BUTTON UP SHIRT 😮‍💨

Thank you 💓💞💞💞💞💞

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader

Warning 18+: Hoyt being rude and a jerk, SMUT/NSFW, mentions rude/sexual comments made towards y/n, protective!Thomas, fluff and a whole lot of Thomas tho

A/N: PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! OMG, HOW AM I JUST REALISING THAT THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX FOREVER!? I'M SO SORRRRY! I feel so bad 😔

SFW

- You go perfectly with Thomas Hewitt, I mean he's got one big fat ass and you having a big chest only glues the puzzle together. He probably likes it knowing you guys share something in common or at least to him.

- The first time he ever sees you is probably the only time he's ever tried to be respectful. Your huffing and puffing your lungs out as you try to catch your breath from running away from him. Only when he watches from the corner does his eyes drift down to your semi-seethrough shirt.

- Even when your tied up and thrown down into the basement, huddled in the corner does he inspect you more. Getting up close and personal to you, practically breathing down your neck as he smells you. He wishes he could bury his face in between your breasts, he's so close he can smell the sweat in between them.

- On the topic of him wanting to smother you. He'd openly be open to laying on you any chance he got, from his bedroom to the basement he only wants his head on your breasts. Sometimes he can't sleep without being up close and personal to you, he's so needy.

- But as much as he wants it to be only him interested in you, it's more different. Since the day he met you someone else had their eyes on you, from morning to night he'd catch out of the corner of his eyes Hoyt staring.

- Hoyt would either be reading the newspaper or helping you with your chores. But actually, he'd be peaking over his newspaper to watch you as you ate in the morning, coming out at just the right time to lend a hand. It would make Thomas feel insecure and mad, on one hand, what happens if you fell for Hoyt. Or that maybe Hoyt would do something to make you feel uncomfortable, the list goes on and on,

- Sometimes you'd come to him sad and uncomfortable, telling Thomas about what happened and how Hoyt would say something inappropriate or do something inappropriate. But you bet your ass that Thomas has your back, Thomas wouldn't mind getting mad at Hoyt and showing him who's boss.

- Thomas loved you for you and was there when you had insecure, he'd kiss you all over and personally make time just for you... ;)

NSFW

- It's not a secret that Thomas would have a soft spot for you in bed, he's never had experience before in bed and only had the 'talk' once. He was practically clueless, who knew having you there to teach him was more than fantastic.

- Sometimes he'd feel so taken away when you guys would finish, he'd be there laying by your side or on top of you watching as your chest fell and rose. It only made him crave more, the thought of going to bed every night bothered him when he worked almost every day.

- He wouldn't be able to focus on working while he had an erection, trying his best to calm himself down or hide it from any passing people.

- But when you came down to check up on him you'd almost instantly get thrown against the wall or on the table, quickly pulling his pants down as he continues to trust into you. (Quickes aren't uncommon <3)

- Even in bed Thomas would be gripping your shirt, trying his hardest to rip it off or get the stupid buttons undone. His hands would grope you almost every time you guys had sex, from licking to sucking on your nipples he'd do it almost every time.

- Mostly every time you'd end up breathless and tired, his cum all over your breasts and some bruises or hickeys left from where he couldn't control himself. But he'd come in to clean you off, a nice warm rag as he gently cleans your body. The rag wipes your breasts as he tries to clean up what he left behind. (Sometimes it would lead to only another round...)

#thomas hewitt x s/o #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x you #slashers #slasher #horror #texas chainsaw massacre new beginning #thomas hewitt

[phantomdoofer]

Chapter 19 - Vecchi Amici

Peppino woke up to the smell of rat. He cracked an eye open…

Brick was leaning over him.

" Yiiii!" Peppino yelled as he launched himself off the couch he'd been sleeping on. "Ti avevo detto di non farlo!"

Brick's response was a snis snis snis that sounded suspiciously like laughter. He growled as she walked away. He'd taken to staying with Gustavo, just as Giuseppe had started staying with Margherita. The Pizzamancer's words still echoed in his head:

I will destroy what you hold dear before I return to kill you. And I will savor every moment of it.

Giuseppe had reached the conclusion that they should stay with those who couldn't defend themselves. Fake had told Giuseppe about their past as Bruno, before going to watch over Brando. Peppino was staying with Gustavo, as much for comfort as protection. As tough as the little masso is, he doesn't have the powers we do.

Gustavo was still snoring in his bedroom. Peppino shrugged. No need to wake him yet. He yawned and scratched his arm. He hated imposing, but it was the safest thing. The Pizzamancer's Tower had been spotted all over the world, only to disappear again. No one knew what he was doing. For someone who said he wants to destroy the world, he's being pretty quiet.

There was a knock at the door, and two notes slipped through the mail slot.

Peppino tensed. Anything could be a threat. Mushroom hopped down off the top of his head, skittered over, and inspected them. It chirped a happy tone. Safe.

Peppino sighed and relaxed a little. The Toppins had been an absolute godsend - they could detect the Pizzamancer's influence on anything. Even they didn't know how.

Peppino picked them up. Two letters - one from La Crosta University - why would someone from their ever send me a letter? Probably junk mail. But it was hand-written, so he doubted it.

The second was also hand-written, in purple ink. Something tickled in the back of Peppino's mind - a sense that he knew who it was from. He quickly opened it.

Inside was a note so short it bordered on terse. Peppino, we owe you big time. When you need us, we'll be there. ~ G and J

Gerome and John, Peppino realized. How did they know? And what does it mean? Peppino carefully folded the letter. He'd show it to everyone else later.

The second letter was longer. Mr. Spaghetti, you don't know me, but I know about your situation. I have information vital to the situation with the Pizzamancer that I need to impart to you in person. Please come to the La Crosta History Department Main Office tomorrow at 1 PM. I cannot stress how important this is. The world itself might depend on it.

Peppino flipped it over - there was no name. He shivered. It could be a trap. But then, Mushroom didn't sense anything...

His phone rang. He picked up. "Pronto?"

"Did you just get a mysterious letter from the University?" Giuseppe's voice sounded terse.

" Sì, I did. I'm-a guessing you did too?"

"Yep. No name, either. Guess whoever it is wants to stay a little hidden." There was a pause. "Of course, if this person has such vital intel on the Pizzamancer, I guess I can't blame them." Another pause. "Are you and Gustavo going to open the pizzeria today?"

"Sì," Peppino responded. "It-a may seem foolish, but people seem to be taking heart from seeing something not-a caving to fear."

Giuseppe laughed. "They're right. Life goes on, even in a situation like this. I don't have to say "be careful."

Peppino grinned. "I know, fratello. I appreciate the concern. Just keep Mama safe, bene?"

"Of course, considering her mood, anything that did attack her would probably get folded in half." Both men laughed. "She may be old, but she's not defenseless, you know."

"I know, I know," Peppino said. "I just... I just-a worry. I'll see-a you tomorrow, esatto?"

"Of course, fratellino. Ciao."

As Peppino hung up, Gustavo came out of his bedroom. "Hey, Pep. Anything interesting in the mail?"

"See for-a yourself." He handed the two letters to the gnome.

Gustavo read both over, looking more concerned by the second. "G and J... Gerome and John?"

" Sì, I think so. I wonder what-a they mean, "they'll be there when we need them"?"

Gustavo shrugged. "I dunno. But I'm glad they're all right. I remember reading somewhere that people like them can have weird powers. And John owes you his life, after all." He shook the other letter. "Wonder who Mr. Mysterious is."

Peppino shrugged too. "I don't know, but I guess we'll-a find out." He stretched, his back creaking and popping. "Do you mind if I get a shower before we leave?"

~~~~

Peppino, Gustavo, and Brick carefully walked into the History Department waiting room. He felt like he was intruding, but the secretary had waved him through. "We were expecting you, Mr. Spaghetti. Your brother is already waiting."

Peppino glanced behind him and, indeed, Giuseppe was sitting behind him. They sat beside him. "Anyone-a else here?"

Giuseppe shook his head. "No, but I know Vigi said he got the same letter, so I expect all the bosses to be here. Fits the pattern." He wriggled around, trying to find a comfortable spot on the wooden seat. "Wish I knew who this Professor guy is."

Peppino stared in surprise. "Wait, you don't know anything about him?"

Giuseppe frowned. "I mean, if someone keeps low-profile, and doesn't cause trouble, why would I? But this guy already seems to know too much." He winced and adjusted again. "I don't like this."

Peppino nodded, then sat back to wait. After a few minutes, he pulled out his phone and started searching current events. They pretty much all revolved around the resurrected Tower: a sighting here, a glimpse there. One report of a military base firing on it and being obliterated moments later. Peppino shivered. What can we do against that? It's like being attacked by aliens.

As the minutes went by, the bosses showed up: Vigilante, Pepperman, Fake, and finally, Noise and Noisette, Noisette escorting the still-bandaged Noise.

Peppino stood up. " Mio Dio, Noise, should you even be here?"

Noise waved a hand irritably. "Eh, keep yer worry to yerself, Spaghetti. I'll be Ok by the end of the day. I paid for the good stuff." Noisette stood with her hand on his shoulder. "Just want to know what the hell's goin' on."

Then the door opened again, and in walked -

“Pizzahead? Cosa ci fai qui, bastardo?” Peppino balled his fists, and everyone present looked angry. Both Brick and Noise hissed at him.

The Ninda held up his hands defensively. “Please, calm down! I told you, I don't know who this ‘Pizzahead’ is! My name is Paolo Totino! The last thing I remember is… my father dying, and a ring…”

Fake loped over to the Ninda, grabbing him by the shoulders, looking him in the eyes.

The Ninda cringed. “What do you want, you…” he stared, his disgust giving way to horror. “What… what are you??”

Fake stared him in the eyes for several seconds, then nodded. “This is not Pizzahead. He is what he says he is.”

Everyone visibly relaxed a little. “How do you know?” Peppino said.

Noise spoke up. “Because big guy here was the one around ol’ Pizzahead the most.”

Fake nodded. “Pizzahead’s eyes carried the spark of madness. It is not there, now. Though…” Fake turned back to Paolo. “There is a coldness there, an arrogance. We know arrogance.” He leaned down, and Paolo trembled. “Know this - if you betray us, we will kill you.”

Paolo grimaced. “Yeesh, Ok! I get it! Anyway, I was released from the hospital. They said I have memory loss. Considering I've lost…” he looked up, obviously counting, “three years, I'd say that's an understatement. Then I got this letter demanding I come here today.” He shrugged. “My life is gone. What have I got to lose?”

Then the door opened again, and in walked another unexpected figure...

“Brando?” Peppino said. “What are-a you doing here?”

The young man looked up in surprise. “ Signore Peppino? Signore Gustavo? What -” he looked around at the small crowd in the waiting room. “I received a mysterious letter yesterday, saying to come here. Did one of you send it?”

Peppino and the others shook their heads. “None of us, ragazzo.” Peppino looked at Fake, and he noticed the others trying not to do the same. Brando is Bruno's son, and the Pizzamancer said something about the Tagliatelles, Bruno's family. How are they involved?

Finally a tone beeped on the secretary's desk, and she stood. "The Professor has indicated he'll see you now. Please, head inside." She gestured at a worn wooden door to her left.

As everyone stood, Peppino picked up a general feeling of electricity in the air. Are we all that tense, or is it something else?

Once they had all entered, the secretary closed the door behind them. The room was essentially a library - the shelves towered ten feet, ladders granting access to all the shelves. Spaced amongst the books were curious little objects that Peppino gradually realized were machines. Seems our Professor is a bit of a tinkerer.

A simple wooden desk stood near the back wall, and the leather chair behind it was turned away. Peppino could hear someone whistling happily in the chair, but he saw no one.

Finally, the chair turned. A gnome, with long black hair, mustachios, and a goatee was sitting tinkering with a small machine, his tongue stuck out, the tiny screwdriver working furiously. He was dressed unusually casually for a professor. Of course, that might be normal for professors. Without looking up, he spoke. "Hello everyone, I'm Professor Schreiber, the one who called you here. Just a moment, I need to finish this." He turned a few more things, grabbed a casing, and clicked it into place. Suddenly the object was a solid gray orb, which he sat on his desk. "Er, if anyone here has implants or fillings, I apologize in advance." He clicked a hidden button, and a burst of light went off. The small objects scattered around the room also shot off a wave of strange light in response. Peppino felt an uncomfortable buzz in his chest where he'd been shot - he knew there was metal there. Noise grabbed his mouth. I knocked enough of his teeth out, no telling how much metal is in there. Heh. Giuseppe jumped and looked incredibly uncomfortable, for the same reason as Peppino. Then the entire room went dark.

Suddenly a light blossomed - the gnome had lit a lantern on his desk. An old fashioned oil lantern, in fact. The gnome jumped out of the chair and walked around the room, lighting other candles and lamps. "Sorry, but it had to be done. This room is now completely inaccessible - no electromagnetics, no vibrations, no gasses, not even light. It's completely and totally private." He looked around. "Sorry for the secrecy. My name's Aldo. I need to tell you this in complete privacy - the Pizzamancer might be monitoring you."

Giuseppe stepped forward. "How do you know how to do that? That's Old Tech, OLD Old Tech. I've barely even heard of it. And you just - casually built one?" He pointed. "Who are you?"

The gnome smiled. "I told you, name's Aldo. Though that's not all I am." He leaned against his desk. "We don't have much time - when I say no electromagnetics, I mean none, including heat. It's gonna get cold in here eventually. And I know how because I invented it."

Giuseppe's hand fell. " Invented it? That's not possible - you would have to be-"

"-over 3000 years old, to be precise,” the gnome interrupted.

The entire group gaped in surprise. “Th- three thousand-” Peppino stammered.

“-years old, yes. That's right,” Aldo said. “Let me explain.” He took a deep breath, looking at the floor. “I know the Pizzamancer of old. We were friends, once, I thought.” He shook his head. "I worked with him back before he was the Pizzamancer. I've been waiting for him to reappear all this time. And I know how to give you a chance to beat him."

Pepperman finally found his voice. "Who - what are you?"

The gnome walked up and put his hands on his hips. "I told you, we don't have time for the full story. Short version: I have fire-based powers that also render me immortal. We were researchers, working on the root of superpowers and whether they could be transferred. And we succeeded. Then he copied my power to give himself immortality, which I didn't know it did at the time, but he did, since he'd seen the data and deleted it, to hide it from me. I spent the next 500 years fighting in the shadows to stop him." He looked down. "I gave people the powers to fight him, but most of them died. Finally, three of them - Volante Spaghetti, Gordo Tagliatelle, and Rosa Rossini, managed to defeat him, using a device I designed to imprison him - a ring. Only Volante survived the battle, and that only barely."

At the names Spaghetti and Tagliatelle, everyone looked shocked. Peppino, Giuseppe, and Fake looked at each other. "So that's what he meant," Giuseppe said.

Aldo nodded. "But he had a dead man switch - a nanoplague that swept the planet, destroying almost all technology and a huge chunk of the planet's life. The only sapient survivors were the superbeings I created." He looked around. "Your ancestors. You know this as the Old War. It was..." Aldo paused for several seconds, seeming to struggle to get the words out, "it was my fault. For trusting him." He looked up at them. "But now he's broken free, and I spent the last 2500 years researching a way to give you a chance." He walked back behind his desk, producing a handful of small devices. "He imbued himself with many abilities in the 500 years I fought him. These devices will remove his immortality and fire abilities. The rest... I don't have enough data on. You'll have to deal with them on your own."

Each of them looked at the tiny device - the size of a pen, with a button. Giuseppe shook his head. "You invented the teleporters, didn't you? This looks just like the one I used during the war."

Aldo chuckled. "Oh no, that tech's far older than me. I invented the return relay, though. Glad you're paying attention." He coughed. "I'm telling you this because you deserve to know. And because you're the only ones I think he'd let live long enough to get close enough to use this. With you, the vendetta is personal."

Noise scoffed. "Then why don't you do it, old man?"

Aldo shrugged. "Because he'd run if he knew I was there. He knows I know his secret. This way, you can take him by surprise. You might have a chance, together." He sat down. "I hate to lay this on you, but if the government intervenes, he'll destroy civilization. If you show up, he'll practically usher you in, just so he can watch you squirm."

Brando stepped forward. “ Signore, I understand now why you invited me, but… everyone else here has powers or at least, the ability to defend themselves.” He gestured to himself. “I am just a simple chef. Why am I here, other than for the knowledge you've imparted?”

Aldo smiled. “Well, that, for one. Forewarned is forearmed. You're a descendant of Gordo, so you're automatically a target.”

Brando shivered. Peppino saw Fake begin to move towards him, then stop. Noisette stepped forward and hugged the boy.

Aldo walked up to him. “Two, you might be surprised, young man, when it comes to powers. Gordo’s power was incredible toughness - I saw him take fire blasts and lasers to the face and laugh.” He reached up and patted the boy's arm. “That was a strong power. I bet, even if it's dormant, it's still there. The trick was -” he turned to the Spaghetti brothers - “those three - Volante, Rosa, and Gordo - their powers activated through emotion. Speed from fear and anxiety…”

Giuseppe and Peppino looked at each other in shock. “Strength through rage and hate…” Giuseppe whispered.

Aldo nodded. “And Gordo's toughness, from determination and stubbornness. All qualities those three had in abundance.” He pointed at Peppino and Giuseppe. “You two remind me a lot of Volante, and Rosa, too.” He pointed at Brando. “You're nowhere near as fat as Gordo was, but your face… yes, it's still there, all this time later.”

Brando held up a hand. “I… look like him?”

“Down to the curly mustache. But you're a lot thinner.” Aldo turned. “Every one of you is a descendant of someone I helped, fought beside, even created, in a few cases.”

Paplo stepped forward. “While I think I understand, old man, as the short guy said, you're sending us out to do your dirty work. Sounds a bit fishy. What's in it for us?”

Aldo turned, stared, and strode up to the Ninda. Even though Paolo towered over everyone other than Fake, Aldo seemed to loom.

Then his eyes lit on fire, and his hair stood up, floating in the air like black flames.

“What I THOUGHT was that you might like to live in a free world, one not under the heel of a maniacal despot,” the gnome said, his voice crackling like flame. “Maybe I was wrong? You WANT to risk being murdered on a whim daily? Maybe chopped up for parts, or food? I know this man. He thinks he's the only one in the world that matters. He will destroy you, and everything you hold dear. And he will do it with a smile on his face. Is that a good enough reason for you?”

Noise climbed down out of Noisette's arms, where he'd leaped in terror. He'd developed a fear of fire.

Gustavo spoke up. “I get what you're saying. If you show up, he'll run, right? And with the Tower's disappearing trick…”

Aldo’s eyes returned to normal, and his hair laid back down. “He'll disappear, and he might just destroy the world out of fear before it reappears. Right, my boy.”

“So, what do we do?” Vigi said. “You worked with him. Got any pointers?”

Aldo nodded. “I don't know what powers he has, but he's arrogant, and he has a very fragile ego. If you provoke him, he might go all out. But if you get him talking…” Aldo grinned maliciously. “He always loved to monologue. Be decisive when you strike, though - if he has time to use the Tower in the fight, you're probably done.”

Aldo walked back over to Paolo. “I bet you're descended from the Pizzamancer. It's why the ring took you over. I bet you don't remember anything from the last few years, do you?”

Paolo nodded. “That ring was my father's. His last words were to keep it with me, that it was very old.”

Aldo nodded. “A quirk of the ring’s design was that, while it let his spirit influence you, keeping it near to his bloodline also kept the seal strong. Did you give it away?”

Paolo frowned. “Pawned it, actually. I needed the money.”

Aldo shook his head. “You couldn't have known, but by giving it away, it gave the part of him that took root in your head a chance to flourish. There's no telling what he made you do - and he'd need it back to bring himself back. Once he took you over, the seal didn't mean much.” Aldo grasped his arm. “You have a stake in this too, young man. He destroyed your life.”

Paolo nodded. “I don't care if he's my ancestor. I'll kill him.”

Aldo nodded. “Keep that fire, young man. But don't let it blind you.” He paused, and turned. “This is the only way forward I can see - the world's only chance.” He sighed, and reached out to touch the little device. The room filled with light and sound. They all squinted and held up hands against the sudden glare. “I wish I could do more. But this is your story, now. Be careful, all of you. I hope to see you all again.” He smiled at Peppino. “I still want to try your pizza, after all.”

~~~~

The group filed out of Aldo's office. All of them looked pensive, even Noise.

Finally, they all turned to Peppino. “So, big guy,” Noise said, “what do we do?”

Peppino reared back, looking ready to bolt. “Wh - why are-a you all looking at-a me like that? I'm-a not the leader here!”

Giuseppe laid a hand on Peppino's shoulder. “Hate to break it to you, Pino, but you kind of are. You took down the Tower yourself. You beat all of them.” He gestured at the Bosses, who looked irritated, but nodded. “You're the one who did it, Pino. You. We're the backup here. You're the squad leader.” Giuseppe crossed his arms, smiling smugly. “So what do we do, Boss?”

Peppino looked pensively at the group. Why me?

He heard a chorus of familiar voices in his head.

Gonna abandon them? Run scared? Leave them behind like you did us?

Peppino started to shiver…

Suddenly he felt the hand on his shoulder squeeze.

Giuseppe smirked. “We're here, Pino. You can do this. I know you can.”

Peppino nodded. He thought about everything Giuseppe had told him about, that he'd been through. He's me, after all. I guess he would know.

Peppino took a deep breath. The voices faded, but he could still feel their gaze on him. Finally, a single voice echoed in his head. If you want to make it up to us, save them. Protect them.

Peppino nodded. “ Va bene. Do we-a know where-a the Tower is?”

Giuseppe pulled out his phone. “I bet we can find out.”

Peppino nodded. “Then we do it. As soon as we can.”

#pizza tower #my stuff #pizzatower #peppino spaghetti #peppino #pt #pizza tower au #pizza tower fanfic #tower town au #tt au #pt gustavo #brick the rat pizza tower #brick the rat #gustavo pizza tower #pizza tower pepperman #the vigilante #the noise #pizza tower noisette #noisette #fake peppino #pizzahead

[limpfisted]

Im going to be honest.

The things wyll would do for this level of romance and intensity. Are banned in many countries.

And also.

MAGIC.

Special, unique, personal, legendary magic.

Just between them

A love of minds and bodies and spirits.

And magic.

Wyll fucking loves. Magic

That ARCANE proficiency, yall

Wyll would go so crazy stupid for this

Theyre a really good match tbh

I probably should have tried to romance gale on my wyll origin tbh. I even think wyll would find it impossible to say no to seeing a magic trick. Like he came for the magic trick. He stayed for the soft handsome older man who loves poetry and magic

However. I'll be real. If gale said he liked his stench and that wyll hadn't showered he'd be mortified and start spraying white kinkster be gone at him. He bathes every day without fail. Sometimes once in the morning once in the evening. No matter what. He just still smells of the hells bc hes a devil. So not only would wyll be like NO MUSK. IM CLEAN. GO SMELL SOMEONE ELSES BO. Hed be like. : ( I don't want to stink.. im sad now...

Another reason I didn't romance him was because. I could have just walked away from the mystra first weave event and I almost did. But instead I didn't. I was like, lets see where this goes. Wyll likes magic. He wants to learn. And then. He failed a check. And gale was like "well that sucks bye" and I was like. Damn. Big oofs.

#ooc #random hc LOL

[slashersangel]

•poke• can i request something pwease? :0

Don't call me cringe 🙄 aight? But, y'know those stories where the vampire gets the human chick pregnant and they were like "oh ..well I never I could do that, hurray new addition" n right? :D I beg for poly lost boys (you may include michael this time) and soft fem reader headcanons or maybe this can be a drabble/oneshot maybe? anywayd I wanna know how they will react to their soft fem s/o being pregnant and it's one of theirs owo ♡♡ Like maybe david is like mad bc he's like "we are vampires, we cant reproduce. Who have you been with?" etc

Thank you bye, sorry if its too much or something but thank you ♡♡ :D

ooooh i hate pregnancy tropes (if you saw the bo sinclair posts no you didnt) but for youuu I guessss i can do it, just this once…..

tw!: very brief talk of sa!

Poly!Lost Boys + pregnant s/o!

You had missed your period, at first you thought it was just a fluke and you’ll get it soon, but the whole month was filled with anxiety just waiting for your period to come.

The boys could sense it, and smell the anxiety all over you. They tried asking what was wrong but was immediately shot down with a lame excuse about family or friends. They tried taking your mind off the fact, but nothing seemed to work.

It wasn’t until you had to cancel on them that night for them to he really concerned. In reality, you had to go a get a pregnancy test, a month and a half without getting your period.

You did and it came out positive, to simply put, you were not ready for it to be positive. You had a panic attack to say the least. When the boys pulled up to your house, they could smell your fear and anxiety from a mile away, so they quickly made their way inside and to your bedroom.

Michael, Paul and Marko checked all around the house while David and Dwayne went straight to your room to find you coming down from your attack.

They kept asking you what was wrong but you refused to tell them, it wasn’t until the others came back, Michael holding the pregnancy test in his hand. Now, they’ve all watched their fair share of your favorite movies, which so happened to have a couple of explanations of, or the tests in them, that and you had to explain to Paul when he was utterly confused.

David stormed over to Michael and ripped the test out of his hand, then he went back over to you, he was upset, but not fuming yet. He was asking questions, not accusing you of cheating, but asking if you did or had been with anyone else, how long you have known.

When you didn’t answer how he wanted, that’s when he started to get pissed. If you had cheated, he just wanted you to come clean as simple as that. He’d find the person and they’d have a horrible death, and of course he’d have to teach you a lesson, but as long as you knew that you always belonged to him, he’d understand if you wanted to explore your options. (not really but you get the point)

But when you swore you didn’t cheat, he saw red. He thought you were lying, hell they all did, they were all angry in their own way as well and they all thought none of them could get you pregnant, so it had to be someone else. Someone that wasn’t them.

Maybe, in their mind, you, their sweet precious girlfriend, who could never do any harm, were taken advantage of. You’d easily help anyone, and with your softness, anyone could harm you without any of the boys with you, and the thought of that had them fuming,

Then, Dwayne, the ever so smart on, recalled what Max had told them before he died. A half vampire can get a human pregnant, it was rare but could happen. Then he announced it to the room. David, who couldn’t see past the blinding rage at first, didn’t hear it. But then it sunk in. Michael hadn’t fully turned yet, you were still human, and you and Michael had definitely done the deed many times, last month for example.

You had said you had your suspicions for about a month, so everything adds up. Everyone had their own moment to process everything. The boys didn’t think they wanted a baby, Michael on the other hand, yeah he was still young, but if you wanted one, he’d be such a good dad.

Paul and Marko barely remembered the last time they had took care of one, if he ever did. Dwayne just remembered Laddie, who went with Star once Max died. And David didn’t want a kid running around, especially in the cave, which was no place for a young child.

You were the first one to speak. They heard a soft, “Please don’t hate me.” come out of your mouth and they all broke, immediately coming to your side and telling you words of affirmation to get you to stop the sobs coming past your lips. They kissed all your tears away.

They come to terms with you being pregnant fairly quickly. If you want to keep it them they won’t say anything about it, if you don’t, they’ll accept that too.

And David apologizes for yelling at you once the two of you were alone, which causes you to cry all over again because he was just so mean, and how could he ever assume that you’d cheat! That was so rude! Which he had to promise not to yell at you again (good luck with that) and he had to make it up to with you all the cuddles and kisses you wanted. Even as a vampire; he knew not to piss off a pregnant lady.

dont ask for a part two i will not make one<3 hope you liked it cause i didn’t >:(

#the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #dwayne x reader #marko x reader #paul x reader #the lost boys 1987 #michael the lost boys #michael emerson x reader #michael emerson

[bluecoolr]

You Ain't Goin' Nowhere

Darrell arrives in Ambrose. [Part 2/5]

Links to Part 1 3 4 5

Warnings: more jealous! and suspicious!Vincent, Michael playing fruit ninja, Darrell being so in love with Red

A/N: Yes the game came out 5 years after the release of HoW, I know don't @ me. I gotta make the Shape friends with Darrell somehow and the only way I could think of is for him to be like "you got games on your phone?". Like a murderous toddler. Also bold is ASL.

Featuring the Sinclairs, Jason Vorhees, RZ Michael Myers and the ocs of @rottent33th (Ellie) @slaasherslut (Ava) @kalid-raven (Alia) @the-pinstriped-hood (Percy) @cries-in-latino (Red) and @angxlslasher (Merry)

"This is Vincent."

Vincent had to bring himself to shake Darrell's hand. It was what was expected of him, so he went ahead and did it.

But he knew.

From that moment, he knew there was something wrong with Darrell.

He could smell it off him.

Hidden under cheap fabric softener.

Harsh bleach and a subtle sourness. Not sweat, but something else he was familiar with. The vinegar-like smell left by hydrogen peroxide when you clean dried blood off your skin.

What's more, there were stains on his jacket and on his boots. Old stains. Faded stains. Barely-there stains Vincent recognized.

He sneered under his mask. They didn't see it. But he did. He was no damn fool.

Darrell was ushered through paths choked with plants and flowers. They skirted the house that belonged to Ellie and her spouse, before coming upon a gate that led to the back garden.

It was a pandemonium of color and scent, heavy and heady. It was like someone had stuffed a bit of heaven in that little pocket of Louisiana. It was breathtaking.

They passed well-tended beds of vegetables and flowers, until they came upon a pair seated in the shade of a tree.

The woman got to her feet as they drew near. The man, whose face was obscured by a jack-o-lantern paper mache mask, remained where he was, looking at the new arrivals over his shoulder.

"I recognize you," said Darrell to the woman. "Hello, Alia."

"I recognize you, too." A faint smile tugged her lips.

Darrell remembered the photo he had sent the night before. He felt his cheeks grow warm.

"Aw, shucks…"

Alia gestured to the man behind her. "This is Michael. You'll have to forgive him. He's a bit… aloof."

Darrell waved the issue away. He reached up and scratched an itch in his neck. "Oh, that's fine. I'm still real glad ta… ta m-meet ya a- A-PHFFF!"

"Bless ya," said Lester instinctively.

Right on time, Darrell caught his sneeze in the crook of his arm. He startled Michael, who got up from where he sat.

"Sorry."

The heat on his cheeks wasn't going away. In fact, it seemed to be making its way down to his neck and spreading on his forearms.

"Honey, are you allergic to pollen?" asked Percy, inspecting his arm.

"No, uh, I dunno. Does grass - cut grass - count?"

Percy wide-eyed, clutched his wrist. "Yes."

"Oh, gosh. Let's get you inside!" Ellie turned the party around. "I'll run you a bath so you can wash up before lunch."

Ava hung back. "I'll go and tell Merry and Jay to come up for lunch later."

Lester picked up his heels to stand next to her. "I'll come with ya!"

"Lester," said Ellie, whirling around. "Where's my frog?"

"I, uh, left it with Bo."

Ava held out her hand, which he grabbed, and they bounded into the forest like a pair of deer.

"Anything happens to my frog, I'm taking Bo's kneecaps," Ellie muttered to herself. She cast Percy an uneasy glance. Fortunately, the older woman didn't hear what she'd said.

Ellie sat Darrell down on the sofa. She and Percy urged him to take off his shirt, since the pollen might be caught in it. In fact, they told him it was best to take his jeans off, too. So, he sat there in his drawers, desperately trying to unearth his medicine canister from the depths of his bag.

Michael had positioned himself a few paces away, arms folded, watching Darrell as he pulled various items out.

A graphic t-shirt bearing the cover to Metallica's Garage Inc. piqued his interest. Stooping, he picked up the garment and stretched it to see the whole print.

"There's some damn good covers in there, f'ya ask me." Darrell's voice had become strained. The air passing through his clogged nostril whistled. Michael wanted to pinch it shut. It was annoying.

"Ever listened to it?"

Michael shook his head and gave the shirt back. He did it gently, and waited until Darrell took it.

Darrell unlocked his phone and began to type.

"Made it! They're all so nice. Allergies acted up tho. Taking a pill. Wish you were here xx"

Darrell handed Michael his phone and the hulking young man swiped left and right, looking for anything interesting.

Ellie poked her head around the door. "The bathroom's ready for you. We're in the kitchen getting lunch ready."

He got up, towel and toiletries in hand, and told Michael he'll be back in a while. He urged him to take his tangled ear buds. "I got Metallica and Rob Zombie on there. Bunch o' other stuff, too."

Michael said nothing. Just put the buds in his ears.

"Be right back."

Blue. Oh, how funny. I'd fit right in with the rest of the decor, he thought. The walls of Ellie and Vincent's bathroom were blue. So was the marble-top cabinet beside the sink, where he laid out his toothbrush, toothpaste, and change of clothes.

The tub was pearl white, with clean, clear water rippling in the bottom. Darrell happily sank into it, sighing at the cooling effect it had on his inflamed skin.

He had just closed his eyes when he heard a pounding at the door. It was Michael. He showed Darrell his phone screen. There was a notification ribbon at the top. His game of Fruit Ninja had frozen.

Don't make me miss ya anymore than I already do. Boy, if ya don't bring that ass home soon… 😡😡😡

"I'll be thinking of you every second anyway."

SHUT up! You're making me blush at work.

Darrell let Michael take his phone, and the latter disappeared down the hall.

Darrell carefully settled into the bath again. His sinuses had cleared a bit thanks to the pill, and he breathed in the citrus scent from the candles Ellie had lit.

At one point, he sat with his knees to his chest. Eyes shut tight. Lips tracing the wet skin of his arm. His mind wandered to that night in his trailer, retraced the way Red's hands had moved on his body, recalled the warmth of that shared moment.

There was an ache in his heart. He hadn't been away a day and he was already missing him. For a short while, he pretended he was holding Red.

Red will never let him hear the end of it. Want me that much, Blue?

Once he was done, he went ahead and got dressed.

"Vincent was kind enough to put your clothes in the wash, Darr." Ellie was setting lunch on the table.

Vincent, Darrell noticed seemed to be eyeing him closely.

"You just sit down," Ellie said, "The others will be here soon."

Darrell picked the chair beside Michael, who was still slicing digital fruits with fervor.

"Are you feeling any better?" Percy asked Darrell.

"Yes, ma'am." Darrell didn't look up from his phone on the table. He and Michael were locked in a multiplayer game. "Nothing anti-histamine can't fix. Argh!"

Michael took Darrell's wrist in a crushing grip, preventing him from getting anymore fruits. He let him go once the scores were out, and he had won.

He looked down at Darrell, triumph burning in his eyes.

"You go, big man."

Just then, the others arrived.

"Bo Sinclair, where is my frog?" Ellie, hands on her hips, demanded right off the bat.

"What frog?" asked Bo dumbly.

"I left it with you at the- OW!"

Lester rubbed a welt on his arm.

"You lost a perfectly good frog?!" Ellie snapped. "He was my friend!"

"You've known him for 5 minutes!"

"Maybe he'll come back?" The large masked man, who was introduced to Darrell as Jason, signed cheerfully.

"That's right," offered Merry. "I'm sure he'll be… fine."

That seemed to put the matter to rest, and everybody settled down for the meal. The table wasn't big enough to accomodate all of them. Darrell stood and gave his seat to Merry, and opted to eat on the kitchen counter.

He was joined by Ava, with whom he gladly chatted about the plans they had made - beers, guitars, and music.

"Oh no, you don't sissy!" teased Ellie. "We've got a whole day of crafting ahead of us. You can have him tomorrow."

Ava laughed goodnaturedly. "Alright then, tomorrow."

Darrell nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Cross my heart."

#darrell todd #slasher oc #friends oc #bluecoolr.txt #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #rz michael myers #jason vorhees #ellie mason #ava walker #damon red herring #red herring #percy jones #alia fowl #merry ross #slasher-verse

[mlmxreader]

Safety Is Where You Are | Bob Saginowski x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Hiya! Hope all is good 🖤. May I please request something using the following prompts for Bob Saginowski X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "I don't wanna be alone"+"Just close your eyes, it's alright" Maybe reader and Bob are both at the bar, maybe closing it out for the night and events unfold (gang comes to collect their money and it goes awry?? Someone tries to rob them?). Reader gets hurt, traumatized, triggered or some combo of the three by the encounter and practically begs for Bob not to leave them alone right now. (As always, this is just spit balling, all creative liberties to you of course!!) Thank you 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: going to see Bob at the bar while you're looking after Rocco may just be a terrible decision.

tws: violence

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You had always liked Bob, the sweet and quiet and shy bartender who lived right across the road from you; every Tuesday, he would help take your bins out and you would help to take his back in once they were emptied.

Every Thursday, he came over for dinner in the afternoon and he would always bring something along as a little thank you. You were seemingly perfect neighbours, and everyone could see that you knew one another very well.

It was no surprise that you often took Rocco during the evening; the pup was a lot bigger now, nearly a year old he was starting to really look like a pit bull. But he was a good dog, He was good natured, everyone was his friend and he was so gentle with everyone he met; Bob had raised him properly, and you were glad of it.

But when Bob was at work, you took the pup in, and quite often, his owner would end up sleeping in your bed with you - too tired to actually go home. But you enjoyed it.

Every minute you got to spend with Bob was a minute well spent.

Everything started out the way it usually did; Bob dropped Rocco off with you and thanked you quietly for always taking him in. You took Rocco for a walk, gave him some of your tea when you got back, but you decided that there would be no harm in going to see Bob; he owned the bar, now, he wouldn't turn his beloved puppy away at the door.

Rocco seemed happy, wagging his tail and pulling on his lead when he could smell his owner, making you laugh as you jogged behind him until you reached the bar; you lifted Rocco onto your lap, holding onto the young dog as you looked over at the bartender.

"He wanted to see his dad," you shrugged, an innocent smile on your lips.

Bob's heart skipped a beat as he nodded slowly, clearing his throat; there weren't many people at the bar, only the old biker talking to his daughter on the phone.

The bar had free WiFi, so the biker came often. But he left when the video call ended, and tipped Bob well enough that he didn't care if the old man had ordered a drink or not.

"Hi, buddy," Bob whispered, patting Rocco's head gently. He blushed when he looked at you. "Uh, hi."

"Hi," you smiled at him, and his chest felt funny for a second. "How's the night going?"

He shrugged, fixing himself a drink before pulling an energy drink can from the fridge and handing it to you. "Same old. Quiet."

You nodded, you couldn't say you were really expecting much else; on a Monday night, it was obvious that people weren't going to be packing themselves into the bar. "What time you gonna close tonight?"

He looked at his watch for a second. "In about ten minutes - the new kid I hired is good… the afternoon was busy."

"Hey, that's great," you told him sincerely. "Y'know, ever since you took over, it's a lot nicer here."

He nodded, not really sure what to say to you; but there was a bang at the back door, so he sighed as he softly excused himself before going to answer it.

He already knew who it was, some mob cunt who wanted to collect some money even though he knew Bob didn't do that thing anymore; he tried to explain, but he pushed his way in, demanding the money.

By instinct, Bob got between you and him, with Rocco still on your lap, hackles raised and baring his teeth. You clung onto the dog, burying your face against his shoulders as you closed your eyes; raised voices, you stroked Rocco's chest to try and calm yourself down.

You never wanted to be involved with mob stuff, you never wanted to get too close to that sort of thing; but you trusted Bob to handle it, you knew he would keep you safe.

There was a commotion, things were smashed and it sounded like something heavy hit the floor, but you couldn't bring yourself to look up; Rocco didn't calm down, barking at the mobster. You wanted to leave but you couldn't move, your face still buried against the dog's fur.

There were a few harsh grunts, what sounded like something snapping before being dragged away, you didn't dare to move - not until you heard Bob's voice.

Rocco calmed down, whimpering as he squirmed in your lap and gently nudged you; you dared to look up, visibly shaken as you met Bob's eyes. He looked upset, blood on his face as he frowned.

"I'm sorry you had to see that…"

You swallowed thickly, breath shaky as you nodded. "It's… it's okay."

"No, it's not," he shook his head. "You should go home, get away from here. They'll probably send more."

A soft whimper left the back of your throat as you chewed at your lip. "Bob, I… I don't wanna be alone…"

His features softened as he relaxed a little, moving to grab his jacket. "Then I'll take you home."

"Would you stay?" You asked quietly, and he nodded in response.

Bob didn't need to tell you anything, he knew you didn't want to hear it, but he was at least glad that you hadn't seen anything; he took you home, and when you begged for him to stay the night, he couldn't say no.

He waited in your bedroom while you got changed into your pyjamas, thankful that he had left a spare change of his own clothes at yours by accident; he got changed while he was waiting. Rocco made himself at home at the foot of your bed, sleeping near you with his head on your ankles.

"I'll sleep on the sofa," Bob said quietly, but you shook your head.

"Please don't go away… I wouldn't… I wouldn't feel safe without you."

He frowned, nodding as he awkwardly moved to get into the bed beside you, tensing up for a moment when you first cuddled into his side. He eventually relaxed, putting his arms around you as he sighed heavily.

"Just close your eyes, it's alright," he told you.

"Are you gonna stay?" You asked quietly.

"Yes," he told you. "I'll stay."

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Diapie questions! Did the recent supply chain issues with diapers affect you at all? Also, if you were suddenly rendered incontinent by some unexpected health issue - would you be happy to have to go 24/7 or a bit alarmed? (Diapers are expensive, after all).

Nah, no effect about 3 years ago I had a friend/client buy me like 10+ cases of diapers (yes cases, not packs Lol) As it stands right now, I still have about 6 un-opened packs left and about 3 opened packs so ive been coasting on those for quite some time. If I became incontinent I would have mixed feelings TBH. I mean I am a go with the flow sort so I wouldnt be too upset for long, but it wouldnt be ideal for me. I LOVE being an ABDL, but I also know how difficult it is for those who are incontinent 24/7. TBH, I never fully understood the romanticizing of incontinence. Its great when you're in a situation you are in full control of...but what about the rest of the time when you are not? What about going to a wedding and you cannot simply get up and change while the guests can smell you? What about being on a plane or a bus or in an uber and you cannot stop to change? What about being with friends children who point out you are wet? Within our little fantasy worlds this is deliciously humiliating and we love to think about it....but the reality is, you would loose friends, you would get angry reactions, you would get to deal with the realities of people who dont understand...nor want to. Is that harsh, cruel and wrong? Absolutely! But it is also a very sad reality. I am sure almost EVERYONE can remember either themselves or someone else making a comment about a person they came into contact with who "smelled strong for BO" Think about the comments and remarks you heard about that? No think about what people would say if they encountered a person who "smelled strongly of urine or poo" If you're incontinent and stuck in a situation you CANT dash off to clean yourself up from....that would be you. (TBH, this is why I have made it a point when I hear someone making remarks about someone's BO or too strong of perfume I remind them, that person may not have access to showering daily, they may not be physically capable of showering daily, they may of had cruel remarks in the past about their body odor and are now terrified so they load on the scented products)

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Fixing The Cracks - Chapter 1

A House of Wax (2005) Bo x Original Female SingleMom!Character

Summary: Lester stumbles upon a little girl waiting for her mother in the woods. Bo saves them from an abusive man. With nowhere else to go they choose to stay in Ambrose with the brothers. A proper motherly touch could be good for them.

A/N: I’m sometimes REALLY BAD at writing summaries… and this was one of those times… (NOTE: This was originally posted on another blog but that post has been deleted.)

Warnings: (Future) Sensitive Topics, Language (at some point), (possible) violence, (maybe future) smut,

Words: 2150

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Lester was driving down the dirt road in the forest towards Ambrose. The sun was setting through the trees casting a spotlight onto a small figure sitting against one of the trees on the side of the road ahead. He slowed and rolled down his window as he came to a stop. The little brunette girl - she looked no older than eight - lifted her head to look up at him. She clutched a teddy bear in her arms and there was a small, worn, purple backpack beside her.

"Ya lost?" Lester asked as he put the truck in park. The girl shook her head.

"I'm waitin' for my mama," the girl said.

"Out in the woods? Gonna be dark soon."

"She said she'd come," the girl insisted with a nod. "Your truck smells," she said as her nose wrinkled.

"uh, yeah, I clean up road kill," he said with a sheepish smile. "Ya know, I wouldn't feel right leavin' a kid out here. There's a town not... two- three miles from here. You can wait for your ma there."

"She won't know where to find me."

"You gotta wait at this specific tree?" Lester asked, glancing up at the tree. The girl looked up at the tree as well then turned back to Lester and shook her head.

"She told me to go down this road. She said she'd find me."

"It's gonna get cold out," Lester said with a frown. "Might rain," he muttered to himself as he noted a few dark clouds. Lester let out a sigh. "Look I know you're a smart girl, your mama probably told ya not to talk to strangers but I promise I ain't gonna hurt ya." The girl frowned and looked down the road as if expecting her mother to come into view any second. "How about this," he turned off the engine of the truck. "I'll wait here with you until it gets dark. Seat's a lot comfier than the ground." The girl nodded, got up and walked around the truck. She pulled open the door and clambered inside. "So... What's your name?" The girl looked at him. "Name's Lester," he said with a smile, showing his semi-yellowed teeth.

"Isabella," the girl replied.

"And his name?" Lester pointed to the teddy. Isabella shrugged. "So, why'd your ma tell you to come out here?"

"Cause... She had to pack."

"Pack?" Lester asked with a frown. He glanced to her bag that she'd put onto the floor of the truck. Isabella nodded.

"She didn't tell me why. She just said not to come home after school and to go down this road."

"What's in your bag?"

"Mama packed some of my clothes and a sandwich but I had the sandwich for lunch."

"Sun's almost down," Lester noted after a few minutes of silence.

"She said she'd come," the girl insisted.

"I'm not doubting ya," he assured her. Suddenly a cell phone started ringing. "Hang on." He fished the phone out from his pocket and opened it. "Yeah?" he answered. Isabella couldn't hear who was on the other line. "Uh yeah, I was. Kinda... Ran into someone along the way." Lester glanced at Isabella. "No! No, no, not someone... Like that. It's a little kid. She's..." Lester looked at Isabella who held up seven fingers and her eighth was bent to signify a half. "She's only seven. Waitin' for her ma.... Yeah, in the woods on the side of the road... I ain't seen nobody else...uh...got a backpack with ‘er said her ma had to pack." Lester moved the receiver away from his mouth. "'S my brother," he said quietly to the girl. "I was supposed to be back sooner." Isabella grabbed her bag and was about to get out. Lester gently grabbed her arm and shook his head as he spoke into his phone. "I'm gonna bring her to the house with me. Don't feel right just leavin' her alone out here... Yeah I know... Just, save some food for 'er? Thanks Bo... You gotta ask him, I'm sure he'd say the same... See ya at the house." He hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket. "I'll come back and look for your ma after dinner. You gotta be hungry." Isabella nodded. "Alright then, Izzy.... Can I call you Izzy?" He saw her smile for the first time, showing a few missing baby teeth, as she nodded.

"You can bring your bag in if ya'd like," Lester said as he parked the truck. "Gotta walk up to the house," he said nodding to the at the end of a dirt driveway. Isabella put her backpack on and stood by the truck as Lester locked it. They walked up the dirt path and Lester noticed her looking at the House of Wax as they went by. "That's my ma's," he said. "One of my older brothers make the figures now since Ma passed." Lester looked away from the wax building. "Maybe you and your ma could see it before you leave," he suggested. "Bo'll be in the house, Vincent is… probably down in his workshop. You probably won't see him." Isabella nodded.

They got to the house and Lester knocked before opening the door. He ushered Isabella inside and she clutched her bear to her chest.

"Bo?" he called.

"In here!" A man called back. Isabella stood in front of the door while Lester walked in and into the kitchen. "Damn it, Lest. Can't you take a god damned shower before you come in here?!" Isabella flinched at the volume of the voice and held her bear closer.

"Hey, don't curse in front of... Izzy?" Lester came out of the kitchen and saw her still by the door. "You can come in."

...

"So, you ask him?" Lester asked as the three sat on the couch and ate dinner, mashed potatoes with lumps and some undercooked vegetables. They'd set up little fold out tables in front of them. Bo glared at him before letting out a huff.

"Yeah, I asked him," he grumbled.

"And-?"

"He said no, alright?!" Bo snapped. Both men saw Isabella visible jump in her seat and she shut her eyes. Bo's face softened and he cleared his throat. "He doesn't want to." Lester was the first to finish his food and put his dish in the sink before running upstairs for a pillow and some blankets. Bo took a sip of his beer and glanced over at the girl. Her plate was almost completely clean. Every time Bo moved he saw her freeze, she'd stop chewing and tense up. Lester came back.

"What are those for?" Bo asked.

"I figured Izzy was tired, so while I go look for her ma she can rest."

"I'm gonna watch the tv," Bo said, getting up to put his dish in the sink as Lester put the pillow and blanket beside Isabella. He came back and grabbed the tv remote before turning it on.

"Bo," Lester said with a small frown. Bo didn't look at him, turning his full attention to the screen across from him. "I'll be back later," Lester said before leaving the house, the screen door bouncing shut behind him. Isabella brought her dish to the sink before returning to the couch. She looked at Bo, who was ignoring her, before she curled up into a ball on the other side of the couch. The pillow and blanket acted like a barrier between the two. Bo glanced over at her and saw she was already asleep.

After a few minutes he turned his head to see Vincent coming down the shorter set of stairs.

"On the stove," Bo muttered as the long haired man entered the kitchen. A moment later he came out with a plate of food. He stood there and noticed Isabella. Bo saw him standing there and motioned for him to go away. "She's asleep." But Vincent could see her looking at him before she closed her eyes again. Vincent left as silently as he'd come.

Bo didn't know what time it was when he woke up, only that it was still dark and someone had let the screen door slam behind them, which caused him to jolt awake. He looked to his right to see the girl gone but her bear and backpack still there. No soon as he got up he heard someone shouting, then Isabella.

"Mama!" He heard her cry. Bo ran out the door and saw the girl running down the path. He could hear a woman shouting her name.

"Bella?! Isabella!" Bo ran down the path after the girl and saw Lester getting out of his truck then Isabella hugging a long haired brunette woman who looked a little young to have a seven year old daughter.

"I told you she'd find me!" Isabella exclaimed to Lester with a big smile. "Can she stay too? Can she?"

"Oh. Sweetie, we can't stay," the woman said.

"Why not?" Isabella asked as she started to pout.

"Cause..." The woman hesitated. "Cause I didn't tell your daddy I was leaving and if I'm not back soon he's..." She trailed off.

"He's gonna get mad again," Isabella finished with a sad nod.

"You in some kinda trouble?" Lester asked.

"I'm really sorry, thank you for watching her, I didn't mean to take so long but we have to leave."

"Somebody after you?" Lester asked.

"Please. I don't wanna get you involved. It's not your problem." The woman took the girl's hand. "Bella, go get your bag."

"But mama!"

"Baby, we have to go."

"Just where you gonna go?" Bo asked.

"Look we really don't have time to-" there was a sudden gunshot and the two girls yelped. The woman lowered herself to cover Isabella. The shot had been fired into the air but it was in the woods nearby, within a mile of where they were. They could hear a nearby truck. The woman looked terrified and the girl started to cry softly.

"Mama..."

"Lest, get them in the house," Bo ordered. "I won't be long," he said before he headed to his truck and drove out of sight.

"Come on," Lester said.

"B-but." The woman looked to Bo's retreating figure before looking back at the younger man.

"Don't you worry. You'll be safe here. Besides, can't just let you run around in the dark." The woman nodded.

…

Lester brought Isabella to a spare bedroom and her mother tucked her in before they went back downstairs. The woman was practically pacing a hole into the floor when Bo came back. There was blood on his shirt that made the woman stop cold. He went into the kitchen to wash his hands like nothing was wrong.

"What happened?" she asked. Bo didn't answer but walked out of the kitchen drying his hand on a towel.

"I took care of your problem," he said, nonchalantly.

"You..." The woman blinked a few times.  "He's gone?" "Oh he's gone," Bo said, he couldn't help the grin on his face. He waited for her to freak out, to scream or run, but to his surprise she started laughing. Her legs gave out and she sat in front of him. Lester had made an attempt to catch her but he wasn't close enough. Bo looked down at her as her laughter turned into sobs. He was just barely able to make out what she mumbled over and over.

"Thank you."

"Yer welcome," Bo said before walking past the younger man and heading up to shower. Lester watched his brother go before turning back to the sobbing woman on the floor.

"Who was he? The guy that was after ya?" he asked. She took a breath as her sobs slowed enough to allow her to be understood.

"My...my husband."

"He do that?" He pointed to her busted lip and the bruise on her temple. It had been too dark outside to see them before. She nodded. "He... ever hurt Izzy?" She looked up at him as he scratched his head. "Isabella, I mean." The woman closed her eyes as she nodded. "Why didn't ya call the cops on 'im." She shook her head.

"He... He said he'd kill her… if we ever said anything." She let out a short laugh. "We're free. You have no idea how grateful I am." She looked to the stairs. "That man..."

"That's my older brother, Bo," Lester clarify. "One of 'em," he muttered.

"He..."

"He's different," Lester said with a nod.

"He saved our lives," the woman said. "I don't care how or why... But me and my little girl don't have to live in fear because of him." Lester shifted on his feet.

"I'll get you an extra blanket for the spare room," he said. "Must be tired. Name's Lester by the way."

"I'm Annie."

A/N: I’ve only got one more chapter for this up on AO3 but chapter 3 was partly done.

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