#middle!jonesy

[problematicpunks]

"well why didn't you age them up into their thirties and forties?! Gotcha!!!"

I think you'll find that age range tends to not hang out at the mall and if they were to it would be a vastly different story with the characters at vastly different stage of life from the vibe of the show???

[thelaughingmerman]

If I had a nickel for everytime I made an OC named Rosemary and forgot about her only to make another OC named Rosemary....

I didn’t mean to name them all Rosemary but they all stuck what can I do.

[banj0possum]

Can we get more Goth yandere? Like when he offered us the chance to read those dark fairytales together I imagine us in his bed on a rainy day and a candle is lit and we’re snuggled up next to him reading about the darkest shit ever and he’s stuttering because he’s so nervous. Like we’re both under the blankets with our leg over his

*sniff* man..

Yandere! Goth x GN! Reader Pt. 2

🥀 He was dreaming right? This was a dream? Yeah it's a totally a dream!

🥀 No it's not a dream..

🥀 "Jas? So is it your place or mine?" Your voice snaps him out of his trance.

🥀 "Wh-oh! Uhm, y-you can come over to my place if..thats ok.." He's trying to keep calm, but the fact that you're coming over to his house is almost unreal to him!

🥀 The two of you have been partnered up for a science project and you wanted to work on in together at home.

🥀 Jasper was trying not to pass out from happiness over the prospect of hanging out with you without anyone to bother you two, maybe he can finally make a move!

🥀 You walk home with him, and you arrive at his house. It was a grey house with dark blue tiles on the roof. The yard was filled with bushes and vines that grew everywhere, it was rather charming.

🥀 Your both enter and you're greeting by his mom. She was in the middle of cooking when she greeted you sweetly.

🥀 "Why hello dear! I've never seen Jasper bring home a friend before! I'm so glad he's making friends in school!" She smiles.

🥀 Jasper blushes and pouts "Mom of course I have friends.." he laughs, giving his mom a big hug.

🥀 "Awe I know sweetie, now you two come in! I'm making dinner!" She shoos us away from the kitchen so she could cook, and we run up the stairs to his room.

🥀 His room was full of posters and fairy lights; it was gloomy but in a weirdly comforting way. You could see shelves full of curiosities like a jar full of what seemed like raw ore and..is that the pen you lost?

🥀 Jasper lights a few candles which were scented like flowers, and he sits down on his desk "So where do we start?" he smiles.

🥀 The whole time you were working on the project, Jasper was smiling like an idiot. The thought of you spending time with him in his room sent him over the moon!

🥀 Whenever you leaned near him to look at his laptop, he may or may not have gotten a whiff of your hair..

🥀 A few hours pass, and it's started raining. Jonesy came into the room to sleep in our lap as you two finished up the report.

🥀 "Huh, that's weird. Jonesy hates anyone that isn't me or my mom.." Jasper smiles as he pets the little black cat on your lap.

🥀 You joke that you're his second parent and Jasper turns bright red and starts stuttering like crazy. "R-really? I-I mean you can if you wanna I'm not stopping you! N-not like I'm asking you to be my partner of anything right? I mean it's just a cat! Hahah..yeah.."

🥀 You smile at him and laugh before looking around his room again, complimenting his decor.

🥀 "Th-thanks..Oh! I promised you I'd show you my books! I just got Dante's Inferno! You wanna read it with me?" He asks happily.

🥀 You agree and he gets the book, the two of you lying on his bed as he opens a lamp and starts reading, but he's utterly crap at not stuttering every 10 words.

🥀 He could feel you leaning on his shoulder, your bodies getting closer with each paged turned, it was both exciting and calming to him.

🥀 Jonesy jumps off the bed and out the room as the two of you read.

🥀 The atmosphere was so relaxing, the soft glow of the candles and fairy lights in the room and the rain tapping against the window was like a river flowing all your worries and anxieties away.

🥀 Soon enough the two of you drift off to sleep, cuddling eachother with the book discarded on the floor, Jasper held you close to his chest as your legs were tangled together under his blanket.

🥀 "Kids? Time for- oh.." Jasper's mom quiet's down as she peeks in and sees us sleeping together. She giggles and gently closes the door and picking up Jonesy. "We should let them rest for a bit Jonesy.." She smiles as she goes back down.

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Slashers chasing their victim (their future s/o) and in the middle of the chase their s/o just stops to grab and protect a little animal thinking they were going to hurt them (like a pup or kitten) how would they react

Can you also make their s/o chubby?:)

Plz and Ty

I didn't quite know how to bring up that the reader is supposed to be chubby in this one but I definitely imagined a chubby reader while writing it.

Slashers when their future s/o is protecting a small animal from them

Warning: Animal Death/Animal Cruelty (not described in any detail but it is mentioned and implied)

Jason Voorhees

He has been chasing you around for a few minutes now, and you are slowly starting to get winded. Then there is the small stray cat, dirty and terribly malnourished. There are a few of them living around the lake, you know that much. And the cat is right between him and you.

Oh no, he’s gonna crush the poor thing, you think, and your protective instinct overrides your self-preservation. You rush to the cat, pick it up and run away again, not noticing that Jason stopped following you and is just staring after you with wide eyes.

You hide in one of the cabins, hoping to be able to catch your breath for a few seconds before having to run away again. Your new companion is meowing at you.

„Hush, you’re gonna give us away“, you whisper hectically, when a huge shadow falls over you. You look up, and your heart drops into your stomach.

That’s it, you’re going to die. Jason is already reaching for your neck… then his hand slips lower, gently patting the cat’s head.

„H...huh?“

He saw what you did, how you risked your own life to save that little creature… and he admires that. Maybe you’re not so bad after all.

Vincent Sinclair

The creature you try to protect ends up being Jonesy, ironically. You see her in the Sinclair house and you’re to stressed and scared to even consider the possibility that she belongs to the people chasing you.

„Come on, please, they’re going to hurt you too if they find us“, you say to the dog while desperately trying to get her to follow you. „Come on, little one, I won’t hurt you, I promise-“

Vincent appears from the next room, looking at you for a long time. Jonesy happily runs up to him, tail wagging.

„...Oh. She’s your dog. Well don’t I look stupid now.“

His shoulders begin twitching, accompanied by a suppressed chuckle. He manages not to fully burst out laughing, but he can’t help himself; your awkwardness is just so *endearing*. He may want to keep you around just for that. Alive, of course. You won’t be half as entertaining if you’re dead and covered in wax.

Freddy Krueger

Really? You’re willing to sacrifice your life for an imaginary *hamster*? He thought that letting you see a bit of his past would be fun, and of all the fucked up things that happened in his life, him killing the class hamster when he was a kid is the only thing you take issue with? Not the fact that he murdered his foster father? Not the fact that he murdered *children*? No? The hamster it is? Okay, then. You got damn weird priorities, but Freddy likes weird. Maybe killing you would really be a waste, so he lets you live… for now.

Brahms Heelshire

„Brahms Heelshire, you let that rat go right this instant!“

Brahms actually flinches and does as he is told. The rat quickly disappears somewhere; you’re not sure where.

Once he gets over the shock, he gives you a sour pout. „Why? It’s just a rat.“

„It’s a living, breathing, feeling being.“

„So are cows and we still eat them.“

„Oh I’m sorry, is this household doing so poor financially that we have to resort to eating rats now?“ You cross your arms in front of your chest. „Well?“

„No“, Brahms says between gritted teeth.

„I thought so.“ You know that scolding Brahms is a delicate task; being too lenient with him means he won’t learn his lesson, and being just the slightest bit too harsh with him will result in an angry outburst. And those can end deadly. But that’s what you signed up for when you agreed to become his nanny… right?

„Rats carry diseases though. They shouldn’t be in the house“, Brahms continues to argue.

You pinch the bridge of your nose. „Yes, that’s why we have the traps out in the garden, and another reason why you shouldn’t touch them. I don’t particularly like having to kill the rats at all, but the traps do so as quickly and as painlessly as possible. So even if they have to die for our safety, there is no, and I repeat, NO reason to torture them. Understood?“

Brahms has his chin pressed firmly onto his chest now; the tension in his body shows that he is getting frustrated. „Yes.“

Okay, time to ease off a little.

„That’s my good Brahms.“ You smile at him.

Bubba Sawyer

Another case of mistaking your would-be-killer’s pet for another potential victim. In this case, it is a chicken. When you saw the poor thing in this room, sorrounded by human bone furniture, you didn’t dare imagine what this family would do to it.

„Hey… nice chicken… good chicken…“

At first you don’t see Bubba lingering at the entrance of the chicken room, looking at you gently speaking to his favourite.

When you notice him, you immediately grab the chicken and nudge it to the questionable safety behind your back.

Bubba looks at you and licks his lips. You are so nice to his chickens. He likes that.

You flinch when he comes inside and kneels down in front of you, pulling the chicken from behind your back into his arms and holding it up to you to pet, like any proud pet-parent.

„Oh… they chickens are yours? They look pretty well taken care of, actually…“ That, and this one is so calm, despite being held by this behemoth of a man.

You reach out and run your hand over the soft feathers, making Bubba smile, delighted.

[fluffy-little-demon]

ayo (if you feel like it) write a fanfic about your fav slasher's reaction to y/n stealing their shit like a lil goblin rat; could be a shirt, a jacket, a fav dessert, their hat etc, etc lol

I am so sorry this took so long 😭 I hope this is ok and you like it 💕

I did Rusty Nail, Bo Sinclair and Michael Myers (I had peepaw in my head but I guess you could read this for any version)

Rusty and Bo call the reader baby Bo also calls the reader a little minx

Rusty Nail

Gif by @tinalbion

Rusty had put his jacket on the couch momentarily while he went to fetch his phone from upstairs. He came back down and went to grab his jacket only to find it had gone. Rusty chuckled to himself as he walked towards the kitchen where you were making a cup of tea.

"Baby could I have my jacket back please I gotta go."

"But I'm freezing and this is really warm plus it smells like you."

"I could just stay here but then we wouldn't have anything to eat"

"Can't I just come with you. Pleasee?" Giving your best puppy dog eyes.

Rusty rolls his eyes pretending to be annoyed "well come on then, hurry up and put some shoes on."

You quickly but carefully poured your tea into a travel mug to drink on the way into town. Putting your shoes on while Rusty went upstairs to get another jacket.

Bo Sinclair

Bo had come back home from working in the gas station to have some lunch. He was in the middle of making a sandwich when he felt arms wrap around his waist from behind.

"Hey baby" he says as he turns around in your grasp to kiss your forehead. "You had food yet?"

"No, I was planning on taking some and Jonesy to that lake in the forest."

"M'kay, just be careful"

"I will" you place a quick kiss on his lips before making your own sandwich. You also pick up a packet of crisps and a can of pop.

"I'mma get back to work, ya gonna be ok?"

"I'll be fine honey" giving him a sweet kiss before taking his hat off his head and it on yours.

"Oi ya little minx, that's mah hat"

"I gotta go byeee" you wave as you walk out the door.

Michael Myers

Michael was looking around for the new hoodie you brought him last week. He had checked the bedroom, the entire wardrobe and the drawers had been emptied, their contents lying all over the floor. He had checked the washing basket. Picked it up and emptied it on the bathroom floor. His hoodie wasn't there either. Michael walked into the living room to ask if you knew where it was, only to find you curled up on the couch wearing the exact hoodie he was trying to find. Michael let out a sharp of air out of his nose before deciding to lie down on the couch and pull you on top of him.

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[luvly-writer]

XOXO

Ch.21 Gonna regret being too honest

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Author's note: IM BACK!!! The semester finally ended and i can take a breather and write. I have various ideas on how to finish this story so I'm excited, hope all of you are too!!!

Warnings: Short chapter, i’m trying to get back into my writing mentality rn

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Masterlist:

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"Hello, Timothy" Y/n responded her phone. It had been such a beautiful day. She had had breakfast at Saraberth's with her sisters, a few meetings from her new internship, and had an appointment at the salon with Satine and Clara. And finally, her favorite person called as she was in the middle of soaking her feet during her pedicure with Satine and Clara to her sides.

"Last time I checked, my name was Timmy, was it not" He responded cheekily and laughed once he heard her giggle.

"That is correct, my apologies for the mistake, Timmyyyy" she said happily which caused her to best friends to look at each other and smile. They were imposible to hide. "Everything alright?"

"Yes, angel, I'm calling you cause I need the service of the wicked goddesses of mayhem, discord, and destruction of the Upper East Side for a case."

"Hmmm, I like that..the wicked goddesses of mayhem, discord, and devastation-"

"Destruction, but devastation surely counts too" Tim corrects making her laugh once more, "So, can you help us?"

"Ladies" she said, calling their attention, "ready for another scheme?"

-•-

"So let me get this straight," After their appointment, the three girls stopped by Wayne Manor. Currently they were seated in one of the private living rooms. Satine and Clara sported each an expreso martini and sprawled in one of the couches. Y/n was sitting in the other side of the sporting a glass of water with Tim leaning against her chair behind her, "You want us, to use our intellect, status, influence, and power to help you and your client, whoever they are, uncover if Senator Jonesy has any connections to the new cargo shipments of......reality distorsion serums from Scarecrow?" Clara cleared up.

"Precisely, it is safe to assume his daughter has been quite a big fan of you three for the longest of times and your names have a susbstancial amount of weight in her group of friends and that you have information on his not so ethical behavior in a club?" Tim answers and the three of them nod.

"That is correct, he was one of the many men who were in the club we broke into in our second year of university when I wanted to see if it was true he had a side piece and blackmail him into erasing some evidence of Clara's party" said Satine

"So are you in?" He asked once again

"What's in it for us? We know why Y/n would do you a favor but why us?" debated Clara, ever the calculating one.

"I was sure you'd ask that question. Wayne Enterprises will guarantee access to a unique fashion line we are starting. We offer your collaboration as a designer, Clara, and a guarantee of being center stage star model at all of our shows, Satine." Tim assured. Both girls seemed delighted by the idea and agreed offering their hands for a handshake. Tim walked around Y/n and shook their hands.

"Well, we have some scheming to do, no time is better than now. You'll be sent every single piece of information we find, pleasure doing buisness with you" Said Clara standing up, followed by Satine.

"An absolute pleasure, we'll contact you, bye bye!" Satine waved as she departed, leaving Y/n and Tim alone.

"I could almost see the devil horns sprouting at the prospects of scheming" Tim said with a laugh sitting next to the young girl, making her laugh and nod.

"We haven't had a good one in a while, they are bloodthristy"

"No,no, I can see that" he assured making her laugh even louder.

"So is this mysterious associate who is need of this information my good friend Red Robin by any chance?" she asked and he nodded. A thought as random as it was came to his head and he knew he shouldn't be doing this but-

"Wanna see the cave?" he asked, lacking a better judgment, "Everyone is out and we'd have the place to oursleves". Seeing the excited gleem in her eyes gave him the answer he needed.

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"It LITERALLY is a cave!! Tim, oh my...this is fantastic"

He was giving her a tour of it and couldn't help but smile. She really was the cutest human being he had ever encountered. "That was the lab and the training area, this is what we call the batcomputer, the batmobile, the-"

"Bruce was lacking in creativity I can see huh?"

He burst out laughing and nodded, "We have ALL said the same thing once we are shown for the first time. Ah and this is where we place the weapons and the suits" He lead her to the weaponry and exhibition rooms. He showed her every single suit, from the summer editions to the winter ones. Finally, they sat on a table near the area, talking about anything and everything, Tim telling her stories of grand adventures and dumb adventures with his sibblings and teams. As he was halfway through one of them racing with grocery shopping carts one particular boring patrol night, Y/n saw one of their spare masks on the distance and reached to grab it. She gently placed in on making him pause and admire her.

"You can actually see with these?!?" she asked making him laugh, "Yeah, how else do you think we are able to fight, angel" he says.

"You have it a little crooked, here let me help" He stands up and steps between her legs to fix it. She places her hands softly on his waist as she takes a moment to take him in.

"And...there, you have it correctly placed" He says softly, placing his hands on either side of her, leaning a little bit foward.

"How do I look?" she asks softly, faces inches from his

"Hot" He answers shamelessly cheking her out, "I'd let you save me any day"

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm, definitely. Would even get myself in trouble to purposely meet you"

"My my, Timothy, who knew you were such a flirt"

"Mhmm" It was the best he could say when she was sitting looking delicious as ever. They stayed quiet for a moment, just admiring each other. He took it to carresing her cheek and the started getting closer to almost having their lips touch. "Y/n..."

"Yeah?" she said breathlessly

"I love you" He whispered before he smashed his lips onto hers.

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[backscratches]

'Hey, Sweetheart' part 1

The Sinclair brothers x F!child!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of death, yelling, plans of killing, Slashers, obsession

|next part|

That morning Bo had been woken up by his younger brother, Lester. It had been a call to him about the tourists he saw heading down the road to a campside. One car, couple of people, an easy job.

Bo and Vincent hadn't had tourists in the town in a awhile so the preparations weren't hard. Later that day, at the night exactly. Bo went and blew their tires. He made sure that Lester was ready to escort the couple to the town the next day.

The next day Bo was fixing a car in his garage when a couple walked up to him. They looked like a normal married couple, nothing more to him anyway. But one thing caught his eye. The woman was carrying a baby on her back.

"Hey folks what can I do for yall?" Bo asked trying to be polite. The man told him that they needed couple of tires for their car down the road and that they were in a hurry.

Bo couldn't care less about their plans to see the socker game in the next state or anything else about them. So he directed the woman with her baby up to see the famous Trudy's House Of Wax while he and the husband looked at some tires.

He didn't know what was he hoping to be done with the babe but there was no plans of keeping it either. There had been children passing through the town before but evedently there wasn't any kid wax figures.

After Bo had killed the man with a hit to the head he dragged the body downstairs to the basement of the garage and left to go up to the museum.

Now he knew what he wanted. He wanted Vincent to take care of the problem, that being the baby tourist, so he didn't have to worry about it.

But as he soon found out, Vincent wasn't just as attracted to the idea of getting rid of the little specimen. After he had killed the woman Vincent took the crying baby to his basement.

And that was what Bo had walked in on. Sweaty Vincent holding a crying baby girl in the middle of his work space.

"What the hell are you doing with that thing?" Bo asked loudly bewildered. Vincent only turned for a moment to look at him and then turned immediately back to the now fussing baby in his dry hands.

"Don't ignore me freak what the fuck are you doing with it?" Bo shouted at his twin brother or rather to his back.

"Be Quiet" Vincent whispered in his rough voice. He was observing the baby, holding her Infront of his face but after speaking to Bo he quickly moved the babe to his chest.

Holding the baby in his arms, Vincent began to slowly swing her in hopes of her falling asleep.

"The hell are you planning?" Bo asked angerly but alot quieter now.

The babygirl soon fell into a soft sleep in Vincent's hold.

There was a moment of silence, a moment of Vincent quietly cuddling to the babe, a moment of Bo trying to figure his brother out.

"I want her"

The few words that Vincent could muster with his broken face were enough for to Bo to shutdown.

He didn't want this, he wasn't ready for this and Ambrose sure wasn't a place for this.

Only if he knew how much his brother desperately wanted his own family. But his disformated face had quickly put a brick wall Infront of that dream. That hole he wished so badly to fill, that couldn't be treated even with his lovely good girl dog, Jonesy or a hundred wax figures across the town.

This beautiful baby was the most incredible thing he had ever witness even, his mothers world known wax figures couldn't bare fitness to the feeling this babe brought to him.

And nobody was going to take that away from him. Not even his twin brother.

this is my first fanfic I've ever written so yeah tell me your opinion

I will continue this series for at least a couple of parts

Please like

English isn't my first language tell me of any mistakes

[small-sinclair]

Headcons of Slasher Band!au (House of Wax)No One Asked For

By: @arkunder

Lester has a bag of Hot Cheetos by his drums. During the show when Bo is talking, he munches on them.

Jonesy comes out on stage sometimes. She is the official #1 Fan of the fan club. Out of them all, she has the most fanart along with the raccoon (see below out that).

If the stage has a cat-walk, Bo uses it to his advantage to flirt and drive girls crazy. He’ll kneel in front of a group, his hand touching someone else’s, and he’ll take her hand, kiss it, wink, and keep singing. He loves it.

They once bought Girl Scout cookies in the middle of the show.

Lester ordered food in the middle of the show and asked what the other two wanted. During break, they are cheese fries and burgers in front of fans.

Vincent likes looking at fanart. He’ll sign the signs and art if he has the chance. Sometimes, if the art is really good, he’ll buy it if the fan or get information from them (like kofi or something) and commission something.

When Bo is drunk, he starts singing “I Wanna Dance With Somebody”. They have an unofficial cover of that song.

Lester has little raccoon charm for luck. He also has the raccoon squashmellow sitting in front of the drums. The fans worship the squishmellow raccoon. There’s merch, fanart, tattoos— this raccoon has a grip on the fandom.

Vincent has a base that is clear and made from glass (which he made), and he has one that looks like wax melting.

Bo once stopped the show and had the lights turn on because there was a guy trying to force himself on a girl. It ended with Bo himself dragging that guy out and threw him in front of a moving car.

At the end of certain shows, the brothers go off stage and meet up where there’s no cameras or fans, no eyes or anything, and do a group hug. Lester in the center of the hug, Bo on the right, Vincent on the left, they do one big hug to celebrate their hard work.

Whenever Bo lets Lester sing, Bo lets him sing a sad/slow song. The crowd absolutely loves to hear him sing and will actually go silent to hear his hypnotic voice.

It’s not a kid-friendly show, however, if their is a kid in the front and one of the boys sees them, they’ll give a pick or drum sticks.

Before the show, they play a video/psa going over crowd safety. There’s this part:

Bo: Make sure you look for your nearest exit if there’s an emergency, you dumb fucks.

Lester: And, please, don’t fight people. It’s not nice and is a crime in every state. :D

Bo: Unless you fight me. Then it’s not a crime.

Vincent, signing: It’s still a crime.

✨Bonus✨

All the slasher bands have a week where they play at a venue. It’s called Seven Bloody Nights. During this, the bands raise money for children hospitals, homeless shelters, animal shelters, crisis relief programs, mental health services and community, cancer research— it’s a great event with horror and gore and music!

Going off that, the last night, all the bands play together and make a masterpiece BANGER of a song. They put aside their hatred for each other and drama to play something that Vincent, RZ!Michael, and Brahms wrote. Jonesy even puts help into with her paw print, the Approval Mark. Even the legendary Michael Myers (Grandpa Myers), the one who started this event in memory of his sister dying to cancer, plays with the bands!

[mirage-system]

[Neon speaking] doodled this in the middle of the night for/with our fortnite headmates because theres many things in the fortnite lore that confuse us or we just. remember differently lol

only person not in our system is the jonesy, he's in our partner system

[lemongrablothbrok]

Led Zeppelin - Whole Lotta Love - Earl's Court 05-24-1975 Part 17

Okay, listen up people, Zep-heads, Jimbert shippers especially, because this video is un-fucking-believable in so many ways, and all of them good ways and I have a lot to say about it, mmkay? To start out, we have the boys coming out to do an encore, and Robert just...reclines on the platform thingy like the decadent demigod he is and eats whatever he's eating while Bonzo, the most laddish member of the group, in a fluffy robe, no less, declares that he finds football to be "a load of bollocks". Robert, almost certainly the most effeminate member of the group (I guess one might be able to argue that Jimmy - with his delicate features and willowy physique and soft speaking voice - might be a little more effeminate, but that's neither here nor there, the point still stands, and that point is that Robert is a pretty pretty princess), stands right up to defend the sport that he's so passionate about (side note: anyone know why he says "soccer" and not "football"? Because I can't think of another British person who calls it that. The first few times I heard him use it, it was during interviews with American interviewers and/or for American TV shows or publications, so I thought it was just for clarity so they know he's not talking about American football, but this is a concert in Britain with, I'm assuming, a mostly British audience. Anyone know why he calls it that?).

The song kicks off with Robert and Jimmy doing, as I referred to a few days ago on a post featuring a gif from this performance, "backwards humping", or, "the bisexual secret handshake". They are so shameless in their weird ass public courtship display that you might just miss seeing Jonesy's beautiful smile in the background (and if you do, take that video back a few seconds and freaking look at that gorgeous smile. You'll thank me later).

When we get to the first chorus, Robert freaking throws one arm around Jimmy's shoulder, pulling him close to share the microphone, and I shit you not, Jimmy's foot pops. And if that weren't enough, Robert pulls away for a second just to look at Jimmy's face and smile, only to pull him in closer again. Get a room, you dorks. Then when the second chorus comes around, they have the stupidest lovesick smiles on their faces, which are so close together they can probably taste each other's breath. Then Jimmy sort of pushes off with this shoulder nudge and one of them (Jimmy, I think? I sounds like Robert, but Robert's already in the middle of a drawn out vocal, so I think it's Jimmy) gives this soft little grunt/sigh/suspiciously sexual sounding noise. They spend a moment doing a short rendition of (I think?) James Brown's "sex machine" (worth noting/remembering here that Led Zeppelin have their own tribute to James Brown in "The Crunge", a song that gives off all the bisexual energy that's considered safe for human consumption), and then...then...

...we get to the theremin segment. The motherfucking theremin segment. The climax, if you will, of this entire performance. The part where Jimmy and Robert have hardcore sex right there on stage, right there in front of their audience, at least half of whom is probably male, and the vast majority of whom at least claim to be heterosexual, since this is the 1970s and there's very real consequences in store if you're a dude who goes around telling people out loud that one of the main reasons you go to Led Zeppelin concerts is to see and hear obscenely beautiful men fuck each other's brains out. Or even admit that you're aware that's just what's going on on that stage. Yes, this is the part where Jimmy does incredible things with his hands and long slender little fingers that make Robert moan and scream like a particularly horny banshee. Look, there's no getting around it. Even before I shipped it, I had to acknowledge (if in kind of a jokey-jokey way) that, wow, Jimmy is really dedicated to seeing how much and how hard he can make Robert cum. And Robert, in turn, is doing everything he can to let Jimmy know just how much and how hard he's cumming. Which is very much, and very hard. Some things to note are the way Robert not only mimics the sounds that the theremin is making, but also some of Jimmy's gestures, like when Jimmy puts both hands up in the air and then we see Robert doing the same. Meanwhile, the rhythm section are doing their thing, John Paul Jones' bassline providing the sort of bow-chicka-wow-wow type soundtrack to this auditory gay porn. Also, around 5:45, you can hear the bass do something that sounds an awful lot like "Achilles' Last Stand", which at this point hasn't been written yet, but that particular riff has been and will be used in concerts for quite a while before ending up in said homoerotic epic.

What really, really gets me about this performance, though, is what happens at around the six minute point, when Jimmy goes to grab his guitar back from offstage and Robert just has this look on his face. He's saying "ooh, ooh," slowly sauntering in Jimmy's direction, looking straight at him, his eyes filled with what can only be described as pure lust. This part isn't for the audience. Most of the audience can't see Robert's face with the direction he's facing, and those that can are too far away to be able to see it. He's not faking this. He's not pretending to be horny or desperate to be provocative, not in the look he's giving Jimmy, anyway. I'm not sure if the look in his eyes here is one that can be faked. Oh no. He feels it.

And then Robert gets back to singing, "Feel a little lonely, in the middle of the night. I need you darlin', to make things alright." And who is he looking directly at as he sings this? Just take a wild guess.

tl;dr: Robert and Jimmy are about as subtle as a rainbow fireworks display spelling out "WE'RE BISEXUAL DISASTERS IN LOVE"

[goldielia]

when jack met cassy

a part of: untouchable au

when cassy entered the mclaren garage on sunday to start getting ready for the canadian grand prix, she firstly found their social media admin and one of her closest friends in the paddock, anne.

mclaren had a close-knit group of girls consisting of cassy, anne, her girlfriend sabrina who was one of two team photographers and charlotte, who was a law student currently doing an internship at mclaren.

it had become a routine for the four of them to sit on the step to the pit wall for a second to chat before any grand prix. it was also usually the time cassy got to ask anne about the vip guests of the weekend which she did first things first ever since she missed when tom holland visited.

“uh, there’s not much going on today. some hockey players should show up though, you know, charlie’s brother and them”, anne looped her in while staring at her ipad. “eh, alright.” cassy murmured, slightly disappointed.

with a last tap of her own papaya-coloured high top converse against anne’s white and orange air force she got up to start getting ready for the race.

jack couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. he was going to see his sister again AND his first f1 race. lottie usually worked for mclaren during the summer break of the academic year, being located in cambridge for her studies, so when she invited him to see both her and the race in canada he instantly said yes.

they agreed to meet just before the entrance to the paddock so she could give him, cole and trevor (who she graciously invited as well) their passes. jack had been jittery the whole way there, not having seen his twin since christmas.

leaning onto a lamp post in front of the gate was a blonde girl, wearing black mom jeans, a mclaren t-shirt tucked into them and orange old school vans. he instantly ran towards her, charlotte barely being able to save the binder she held before jack tackled her into a crushingly tight hug that she returned with equal force.

after she’d given cole and trevor a side hug each and handed each of them a garage pass, the group entered through the gate and lottie talked them through the paddock on the way to the mclaren garage.

after she showed them their spots and told them about the screens and headsets she caught up with jack for a bit before a whirlwind of red curls brushed past them, grabbed her wrist and whisked her away to the steps in front of the pit wall where anne and sabrina had claimed their place already.

“charlotte-i-don’t-know-your-middle-name-hughes! tell me your brother’s not the one in the middle, please” cassy looked at charlotte with wide eyes. “uh, my middle name’s ruby, actually. but yeah, that’s jack. left is cole, right is trevor.” charlotte answered, confusion evident on her face.

cassy only groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “are all your brothers that pretty? your parents must be like greek gods or somethin’” she mumbled into her hands. sabrina smirked, looking at them over her shoulder as she was walking back to the garage with anne, both of them having to work some more before the grand prix. “i think our cass just experienced love at first sight”

charlie gasped and smiled teasingly at that, prying cassy’s hands away from her face. “you gonna make a move?“

“would you like, be okay with that? and are you sure he’s single?” “of course i’m okay with that, cass! i’m not blind you know. also he’s been staring at you like ever since you grabbed me.” cassy tore her eyes away from charlie and towards the garage instead.

the pretty boy from earlier, jack hughes as she now knew, was indeed staring at her. “also, he’s definitely single. i can-” charlie’s sentence and cassy’s staring were interrupted by lando’s voice. “jonesy, hughesy, come on we need to do the rule run down!”

fortunately for jack and less so for cassy, her workspace wasn’t far from the guest area. which meant he could watch her and she couldn’t concentrate because she felt his eyes on her.

the grand prix itself wasn’t too eventful, 11th place for oscar and 13th for lando. both cassy and charlie were needed after the race though, to review the penalty lando had gotten for “unsportsmanlike behaviour”.

charlie’s department handled the rules for each grand prix as well as topics like filing lawsuits over penalties. cassy as one of lando’s engineers was tasked with reviewing all the video material she could get her hands on to find something that could have the penalty taken back, or at least reviewed.

on her way to the conference room though, when cassy passed by jack, she slipped a tiny piece of paper into his hand, catching his eyes quickly to smirk at him.

he wanted to chat her up at least but she was rushed along before his brain could form a single word. instead, he opened the note. it read “you’re really pretty. text me?” with a little heart and a number, presumably her phone number on it.

before he could even try folding the paper back up he was already fighting for balance, both cole and trevor having read the note and started teasingly nudging him with their elbows, matching excited grins on their faces.

“did jacky get himself a girlfrieeeend?” trevor sing-songed into his ear. before he could continue though, charlie apprared in front of them, index finger poking jack’s chest.

“i love you but if you fuck this up i’m not guaranteeing for anything” she warned, serious blue eyes drilling into his identical ones to make sure he understood her. he grabbed her hand, eyes just as serious as hers, and spoke “if i find a way to fuck this up, lottie, please make sure i regret it.”

[jerseyshoresy]

I froth at the mouth over your fics!!!!!

May I please request something where some drunk asshole confronts the reader at MoDeans and hits the reader, then all of the LK crew starts coming over but reader just decks the cunt and lays him out. Wayne already guessing you'd be fine but everyone starts fussing asking questions and shit bur you're cool as a cucumber?

Okay so I'm OBSESSED with this idea of this because uh yeah anything with the LK crew at MoDean's is sure to be fun to write lol. And thank you SO much for your kind words, you're so sweet! I'm glad you like my writing and I'm honored you all trust me to bring your creative vision to life :) much love!! <3 <3

OH! ALSO! This isn't explicitly romantic because I wasn't sure if you were looking for more friendship or romance so it's implied Wayne x reader but it can be read either way tbh. Enjoy!

All Hands on Deck

Implied Wayne x gn!reader

Warnings: cussing, fighting, mention of blood, Gail being... Gail

Done was another long day of chore'n so you decided to hang out at MoDean's with your best friends, relieved to finally relax in good company. You greeted the group, all of whom already had drinks, and so you ordered yourself one, too, taking a seat at the bar next to Wayne.

"Y/n, how're you now?" he asked, his expression softening ever so slightly when you sat near him.

"Good, and you?"

"Not s' bad."

You smiled. "Glad to hear it."

Everyone was listening intently to Squirrely Dan, who was in the middle of a story about some guy and an ostrich--you weren't all too interested in the details-- so you took the time to peek around the bar, seeing who else from Letterkenny had shown up for the night. The regulars were there, naturally, as were some people you knew from high school. You even spied Jonesy and Reilly who had stopped flirting with women to flirt with each other. You shook your head, enjoying the stereotypical evening with the same people who were always around. Turning your head a little more to the left, though, and you almost choked on your drink. There was some guy you had never seen before, sitting at a table and downing beers like nobody's business.

"Who's that?" you asked Gail when she brought over your drink.

"Dunno," she replied, leaning in closer to you, "but he's from out of town. Heard he's from the city. Montreal."

"Really? Their downtown is pretty nice from what I've heard."

"I'd be happy to show him what a real nice downtown looks like," Gail groaned, gyrating her hips in a way that felt so dirty you had the urge to clean the countertop she was gripping seductively.

"Don't you have customers to serve?" you asked, earning a glare from the bartender.

"Don't you have a tab to pay?"

"Fair enough," you grumbled, taking a sip of your drink. You looked at the man one last time before turning back around in your seat. You were surprised someone from the big city would come all that way to be in Letterkenny, but it didn't matter to you. The guy was spending big money in alcohol consumption and singlehandedly keeping MoDean's in business for the next month, which was great for Gail and even better for you. You tuned into the conversation with your friends, wondering what the next topic at hand was.

"...and that's how I got cow spit in my eye," finished Daryl, earning looks of disgust amongst the group.

"How about you, y/n? How was your day?" inquired Katy.

"It was alright, nothing too interesting," you said. "The most exciting thing to happen to me was hearing some guy's here from Montreal."

Right as you said that, you accidentally made eye contact with the man from Quebec. You quickly averted your gaze, not wanting any trouble.

"So yeah, that's been my day. I'll be right back, I gotta go to the bathroom."

After you did your business, hands washed and dried, you starting making your way back over to your seat. All of a sudden, the screech of a chair being pulled out from under a table caught your attention and in no time, you were face to face with the stranger from the city.

"You got a staring problem?" he snarled, very obviously intoxicated with the way he was slurring his words. "You've been lookin' at me all night and I don' like it."

You went to reply angrily but you couldn't get any words out--the only thing in your mouth at that moment was a a drunk dude's fist. You staggered from the momentum of the swing, your face bleeding profusely, and your mind reeling from the audacity of this city dweller. You heard the chorused yells of the Letterkenny residents, all equally unhappy that the out of towner hurt one of their own. You knew your friends would be over any second to take care of the guy, you could see them running from your peripheral vision, but you wanted a piece of him first. Fueled by anger, you threw a power packed punch right back to the man. In an instant he was knocked out, his unsteady body crumpling to the floor.

"Holy shit, y/n, are you okay?" Katy asked, putting a hand on your back in a soothing manner. Daryl held a clean rag to your nose and mouth to stop the bleeding while Dan pulled out a chair and had you sit in it. You even saw some of the regulars take the man's unconscious body and throw it out behind the dumpster. Throughout the aftermath of the ordeal, though, you realized you never saw Wayne.

"Are you sures you're okays, y/n?" Squirrely Dan questioned.

You laughed. "I appreciate everyone's concern, but there's no reason to fuss. It was just one punch, I'll be fine. You guys go sit, enjoy your drinks. I'll be over in a minute."

They relented, taking in your condition one last time with worried looks before taking up their spots at the bar.

And now here came Wayne.

He stalked up to you, taking a swig of Puppers.

"Fuck, bud, you didn't even give him a chance." Another sip of beer. "I almost feel bad for the guy."

"Yeah," you sighed, "me too."

You enjoyed comfortable silence together for about a minute or so before Wayne spoke up again.

"You know, I didn't rush to your side because I knew you were okay. You're tough."

"I know." You met his eyes, the dingy lights of MoDean's doing nothing to dim their shining deep blue color. "Thanks."

Wayne was a man of little words, and you didn't feel like there were more words to be uttered anyway, but his look said it all. You spied the smallest hint of a smile on his lips as his head turned to the rest of your friends at the bar, already back to smiling and having a good time.

"Yeah," you answered, his question not needing to be asked out loud, "let's go have some fun."

[devil-doll13]

Some House of Wax/Sinclair Brothers Headcanons I’ve had in my head that I’ve already shared w the server but… The rest of the world deserves to know.

Related to gif, Vincent is the ‘medical expert’ of the house solely because he’s the one who knows the human body/first aid the best. I mean, in the movie we see him stitching up those wounds on what’s-his-face pretty neatly, right? This is also part of the reason why he automatically reaches for Bo during this scene.

Given his birth date was sniffed out by fans before me (1970) and this man looks like he’s a cosplayer sometimes, I truly believe Bo idolised Elvis Presley as a kid, and maybe a bit as an adult as well. He still enjoys listening to rock n’ roll from that era when he’s in a good mood. When he’s in a bad mood, or doing his business™️ in his sex dungeon/basement, that’s when the Marilyn Manson comes on.

All of them have had an alt phase of some sort. For Vincent it was goth, for Bo it was rivethead/industrial rock and for Lester it was grunge.

Les is also down bad fucking horrendous for alt people in general. Yes, he has magazines stuffed down his sofa, yes, they used to be Bo’s.

Bo is allergic to nuts. He also gets really nasty hay fever. I also think possibly him having sensory issues/picky eater could’ve led to meltdowns as we see in the opening. And really, it’s the 1970s/80s do you expect his parents to understand or sympathise?

In contrast, Lester has the constitution of a Greek god somehow and has probably eaten some absolutely vile shit as a kid.

I know most people interpret Vince as sweet and shy but… While I do think he’s more measured and withdrawn compared to Bo, I also think being the ‘favourite’ in terms of being Trudy’s little art prodigy contributed to a sort of spoilt brattiness esp as a kid. (Exhibit A: The ‘Bo Sux’ fridge art in the opening) As an adult, there’s still a sense of entitlement to him. What I’m saying is that he’s an insufferable art nerd lol. He definitely isn’t toothless and his arguments with Bo aren’t necessarily one-sided, he’s just capable of ignoring him when he wants to; he’s used to his twin, after all. While I do think he’s capable of being soft, don’t forget this man killed a woman in cold blood and recorded it. I also think he can get snippy enough during arguments to combat Bo’s generally sharp tongue.

Speaking of which, everyone in the (surviving) family knows ASL. It’s necessary when communicating with Vincent.

Again with how prolific a killer Vincent is, I suspect he may be the one who does the most murder out of all of them. Bo is the handsome ‘face’ of Ambrose, and Vincent is right under the seedy underbelly with a knife, ready to spill guts (and then sew it up again once he’s got them in the workshop). Lester is similar to Bo in that he mostly just guides people toward the town, but I do think he gets his own notions sometimes.

From a more x reader perspective, Bo strikes me as a man who’s most charming when he’s not trying to be. Of course he can put on an act for victims/tourists, but those are just empty words, y’know? Also, has a kinda cheesy side.

I know everyone has Jonesy as Lester’s dog but… I think she’s really Vincent’s. In the movie, she’s always seen with Vin or in the house of wax itself, it’s only when he dies that she goes to Lester. I actually think Les is a cat person (tell me he wouldn’t actually encourage their hunting habits for his own personal collection…) while Vin is a dog person. Also, hot take I think Bo loves snakes and reptiles.

Given that the House of Wax and Ambrose itself is a big ol’ art project, and we’ve seen the state of the church (permanently in the middle of dead ass crusty Trudy’s funeral) I think there may be a sort of difficulty letting go of their past in the brothers, maybe some hoarding as well (I mean we haven’t even seen some of the other houses in Ambrose but this is just speculation). We get the sense that Ambrose is a place where time stands still, forever, until its conservationists finally die. Idk I’m talking out my ass here

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Hey, i recently had an episode of trauma coming back (i was a victim of child SA) and i just couldnt do anything; i couldnt speak.

Could you mabye write something about the boys with a s/o whos a victim

Sorry you went through that, friend, and that I took so long to answer this. Many hugs from this internet stranger.

Slashers with an S/O who was a victim of SA

Jason Voorhees

Jason doesn't really question why you seem to hate the horny teenagers just as much as he does. In his mind, that's just the stance any decent person should have. But then, one time, while you two pick off the campers one by one again, you walk in on two of them doing the deed and it takes you right back to what happened to you. You drop your weapon, and, alerted by the sound, Jason rushes to your side, kills both the campers and then sits with you, your head leaned against his shoulder, until you feel better again. After that, he will do the killing alone again, and just let you pick off anyone who is currently trying to escape.

Vincent Sinclair

He knows a thing or two about trauma, just not of the sexual kind. Luckily, there is not much in Ambrose that could directly trigger you... until you stumble over Bo's stash of porn magazines, some including certain fetishes and kinds of roleplay. You quickly put the magazines back to where you found them and flee into the basement, where you literally run into Vincent, causing both of you to topple and fall onto the waxy floor. He immediately knows that something upset you, and takes you to his workshop, puts on some calming music and cuddles with you and Jonesy. Then he will give Bo a strict signing to about having his magazines laying around.

Freddy Krueger

Probably the worst significant other for someone with that kind of trauma, considering he was the cause for that kind of trauma for some people too (like Lori). He will try to make light of it. If you tell him that something makes you uncomfortable, he will do it on purpose, to "desensitize you" (or at least that's what he claims).

Basically this guy is an asshole. But we already knew that, didn't we. The best thing that could be said about his way of handling your trauma is that he offers to pay your abuser a visit and make them regret what they did.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms will yell and rage and pout when you don't feel like being touched at the moment, during those days when the memory is particularly present and raw for you. But with time, you might be able to get him to understand that what happened left scars, just like the fire his parents started when he was a child.

He asks you to tell him what happened. And if you do, he will listen, and tell you "That won't happen again. I'm here now. Nobody gets past me."

Bubba Sawyer

Chop Top and Nubbins tend to make some off-color jokes at your expense, but once you explained your trauma to Bubba, he immediately stops them when he sees that they are starting to hit too close to home. The two middle brothers absolutely aren't used to their youngest brother telling them off or standing up to them at all, so it leaves them sufficiently stunned and actually makes them understand how serious Bubba is about protecting your mental health. As an apology of sorts, they offer to sniff out where your abuser is hiding and make an example of him.

[darkenedreaper]

Pairing: Ellen Ripley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: The newly married couple adjust to some new accessories…

A/N: This is only a short but there are more works in progress

Newly Weds

You and Ellen had recently gotten back off your honeymoon. You’d been married for just over 4 months now. You had a simple but beautiful wedding; just what Ellen wanted. She didn’t like a fuss being made about her, she told you countless times and although you were prepared to go all out for her, you were also prepared to give her the wedding she dreamt of. You’ve been together for 4 years but settling down together back onto earth with Newt took its time, especially after the years you’d spent with Ripley up in space, never thought you’d touch the Earths surface again, especially after the multiple attacks from Xenomorphs, being stranded on a planet, and being right in the middle of a Queen Xenomorphs nest. It was around another 4 year when the three of you were finally settled into your new home, and new lives on planet Earth with Jonesy and Newt.

And so when you both took your first holiday abroad to where Ellen and Newt had chosen to go to for the first time ever, you proposed. You didn’t want to overwhelm Ripley too much, but it felt right to have a photographer or two hidden round the corner. It was a simple but heartfelt proposal; you got down on one knee, took her hand, vowed your life to her, and popped the question. After she said yes a million times over Newt was squealing and jumping up and down in her little summer dress that Ellen had bought her after a girly shopping day. The ring was everything Ellen had wanted. So when Ripley said yes, and you’d embraced each other nearly in tears, you bent down to Newt and promised to love her and protect her forever, when you surprised her with a little silver bracelet with her name engraved on it.

When you got back home you shared the news with all the Marines at a weekly dinner/family time you all had. Safe to say they nearly broke the dining table and chairs they were all that excited.

Your wedding was beautiful. You were both dressed exactly how you wanted. Ellen was stunning that day, you tell her she’s stunning everyday but on the day you married one another she had a glow to her. Throughout your ceremony and vows you never took each others eyes off the other. Of course, the Marines and their families came to the wedding. Newt was the flower girl, Vasquez and Hudson were the bestmen/woman. Drake argued with Hicks because they both wanted to be in charge of decorations. Gorman and Bishop were in charge of food, Bishop was very particular as he wanted to make sure his best friends’ wedding went exactly to plan, as well as pleasing the guests. Ferro and Apone were in charge of everyone and ensuring the cake was military protected.

When your ceremony was over and both wedding rings were on you walked down the aisle having the marines chuck flower petals over you while everyone was their own photographer. Newt was skipping behind her loving parents down the aisle picking up some petals to put behind her teddys ear. When you sat at the table ready for food and cake at the end you and Ripley were hand in hand, only parting now and then see to friends, and see families of the marines… who were up and dancing with Newt before the cake had been cut. Some gave a speech and some felt their eyes water at the speeches, but no matter the emotion or reaction you and Ripley were sat together, souls and hearts interlinked. When it was time to cut the cake you both had your hands covering each others as you pushed the knife down through the 3 tiered cake. When you both got a piece cut, Ripley putting a small bit of cream on her finger, letting you lick it off, because shoving her whole piece of cake in your face. Even though it almost caused a food fight, the venue erupted with laughter and you swear you’d never seen Ellen’s smile so bright.

The night was drawing to an end. Some were clearing off and others were staying slow dancing or finishing off the cake. Vasquez had took Newt home with her partner for the night as she saw the small girly was tired and wanted to give the new brides a chance at focusing on one another. You and Ripley whispered some sweet and soft words to each other, arms wrapped around each other and soft kisses were placed gently. Later that night you went back to the fancy hotel that everyone had booked and went up to your en-suite room, there was some more cake but especially made for yourself and Ellen. And when I tell you that cake was put to use that night, it was. You consummated your marriage, so to speak, for hours that night. It was rough, slow, sensual, rough, slow, and sensual. You experimented and touched each other like you never had before. Kisses lasted longer, lingering fingers lasted a little longer than wanted as some grew impatient, the cake was drawn up each others body’s and the others tongue ran up and licked it all up. And clothes… yeah the clothes were ripped off.

The next morning you woke up admiring one another. Admiring your wife. It was a proud feeling to finally call Ellen your wife which you told her so that morning. And all she did was stare deeply into your eyes telling you softly that she loved you while she did her best to comb down your bedhead hair with her fingers.

And so 4 months on you were driving back from a shopping run with Ripley in the passenger seat and Newt safely and securely buckled up in the back with her teddy, getting through a doughnut you’d bought her, and softly singing along to the music you’d put on that she’d requested.

You had your hand resting in the middle of Ellen’s thigh gently caressing it with one or two fingers when you didn’t have to use two hands while driving. It was one of the small things Ellen majorly appreciated. She feels loved, acknowledged, and seen when you do the little things. Now this, your hand on her thigh whilst you were driving a 4x4, she found extremely hot, but she found it caring aswell. She was playing with your wedding ring, spinning it round on your finger and polishing it with her T-Shirt when she could. She’d gained a habit of these; if you were holding hands she’d play with it, in bed cuddling her arm would be resting over yours and either playing or stroking your ring. She thought she couldn’t already but she finds you even more attractive now that you’re wearing a wedding ring. She likes it because it looks good on your but also because she knows everyone can see you belong to someone. She likes it on you because she knows you like to show it off. Fiddling with your ring caught your attention to which at the next red light you leaned over to kiss her which she highly appreciated. She intertwined her fingers with yours and said, “This is staying on”.

[ephemeral-antiquities]

Sitcom Sinclairs headcanons…

I’m coming down from an anxious day, so here is some content for Bo, Vincent and Lester in my little universe with an s/o with anxiety. Self projecting? Perhaps, we shall see.

Bo…

• His gut instinct is to laugh directly in your face at first, or tell you to “grow a pair”.

•But he’s in therapy now! The man is plus one green flag (because any man who goes to therapy has a green flag, in my mind).

•So now he stops himself before it comes out.

•He’s not great at the whole “soft, mushy, comforting” deal, but he’ll go easier on you if you’re having one of your days.

•If he finds you having an attack, thats an entirely different story. His therapist taught him some grounding techniques which he will gladly walk through with you.

•Once you’ve calmed down he’ll leave, only to return with ice cream or some home cooked Southern comfort food. Please be nice, he put his whole heart into those fried green tomatoes. That gumbo is made with his blood, sweat and tears.

•As you both eat, he’ll put one of your favorite movies on the working TV.

•One armed side hug the whole time. Tightens his grip if he feels you begin to shake or breathe a little heavier.

•Anxious s/o? Slap some affirmations on that human and give them food.

Vincent…

•Again, plus one green flag.

•While he might not always understand your specific cause of anxiety, he will try. He understands what anxiety is like.

•If you’re in the middle of an attack, he’ll ask (in his own special and unique way) if you’d like him to stay or to give you space.

•Also not the best at standard means of comfort.

•Will disappear before joining you, only to return with a cup of tea and a weighted blanket. Will request that you don’t ask how he obtained the blanket. Don’t worry about it. Also don’t worry about putting it on, he’s already wrapping it around you like a cocoon.

•Will listen as long as you need, will let you wait out the waves of nerves resting on his lap as he sketches or plays with your hair (only if you agree, but he knows firsthand how relaxing and comforting it can be to have your hair played with). Don’t look at his sketches, they’re definitely not you. Totally.

•If you don’t want to talk about it, he’ll try to find another way for you to get it out. He has suggestions, but if you have other ideas he’s all ears and ready to get whatever you need.

•Speaking of getting whatever you need.. Southern comfort food makes it’s not-so-surprising return! Made with love by the twins. He will watch you and make sure you eat until you are comfortably full.

•Overall, he’s comforting by just being there, in silent support. He might not speak much, but he will make sure you know that you are safe, that you are loved dearly, and that he is always there for you.

Lester…

•His s/o is having a rough day? Hold the phone, he’s on his way. Will undoubtedly enter and announce his presence with “have no fear, Lester is here!”

•To be frank, if you’re having anxiety he’s probably anxious for a split second just because you are.

•Will make sure you are as comfortable as humanly possible while he sets to getting your mind off of your anxiety.

•If you need to talk it out, he’s there in a minute. Don’t want to talk and just need comfort and a redirection of the mind? Bam, he’s there with it.

•I think Lester would have a small house, meaning a small kitchen, you can see and smell the food he’s cooking. Oh, whats this? Southern comfort food? Wow, what a surprise.. (he’s a good chef, but he’s still nervous you wont like it. Please reassure him).

•Will put on old cassettes to watch to help distract you.

•Bonus: Jonesy snuggles.

•He’ll tell you stories to help distract you and make you laugh, like funny anecdotes about his brothers (don’t tell them he told you).

•You don’t have to do anything for the rest of the day. Just kick back and relax, Lester has it all under control. He just wants you to feel comfortable and to rest so you can feel better, in whatever way that means for you.