#momma named me sheriff

[adultswimshowspoll]

round 1

please reblog after voting

#royal crackers #momma named me sheriff #adult swim

[uspop209]

Puppy with a knife.

#momma named me sheriff #mr pickles

[deans-baby-momma]

Law & Love Chapter 18

After his daughter leaves, Beau sits back in his chair and runs a hand over his mouth.

Truth be told, he often ponders if getting back together for Emily's sake was beneficial to the teenager or not?

Yes, he loves Carla and the life he has here but all he can think of is the woman who had been sneaking her way into his heart during his time as Sheriff.

Beau would be lying if he said Y/N hadn't crossed his mind at least twice a day since he'd moved back to Texas.

He could hear a song and think of her, see the sun shining and remember how it illuminated her Y/H/C hair. She was sometimes on his mind more than Carla. 

And for that, he felt terrible! He wanted things to work out with his ex-wife, he really did, but he also was slowly realizing he was no longer in love with the woman who warms his bed now.

Yes, Beau grew up in a 2-parent family who loved one another and never seemed to have a bad word to say about the other, but times had changed.

For one, Beau's Momma didn't work outside the home. Her career was taking care of the chores in the home, raising Beau and his brother and being a confidante for his father. And she did it with a smile on her face and love in her heart.

And Carla is the complete opposite. She works outside the home, sometimes long hours and most weekends. There are not many home-cooked meals to be had at the Arlen house, unless Beau himself grills something for he and his daughter; Carla's portion is always wrapped and stored in the refrigerator to be eaten later.

The more he thinks about it, the more he is certain that he is not happy with the way his life is going and as much as he hates to admit it, his ex-wife needs to stay that way; as an ex.

He sits up in his chair and turns to his computer, opening a document and begins typing up his resignation. 

After Geri drops the bomb that she'd recently fucked Cordi, he acts as if the news was just small talk, but I seem unable to get past it.

The bartender's words played on repeat in my head all through dinner. 'This is whose name slipped out when we slept together the other night?'

Even as Cordi reaches out his hand, asking to dance, I can't help but glance toward Geri to see if she's watching; to see if she is planning on laying claim to the tall Ranger.

But, Geri seems unbothered by our presence as she continues to pour liquor and pull beers for other patrons. 

As soon as we are in his truck heading back to the Walker ranch, I bring it up.

"So, how many women are you fucking?"

"What?" Cordi asks, never taking his eyes off the windshield. "What do you mean?"

"Well apparently, you get physical with Geri often. So, I want to know, his many other pussies are you banging? Because I'm pretty monogamous. There's only been you since before I moved West."

"Really?" Cordi questions as he looks over at me. "That's what has your panties all twisted? I've not been down here pining away for you; that I fucked a woman I've known for years?!"

“You act like it’s no big deal,” I explain, trying to control my disdain. “I just don’t see sex like that. I don’t go around fucking every Tom, Dick or Harry when I get the urge. It is an intimate act to me. I take pride in the fact that other than you, I’ve only been with 2 other men.”

“Like I’m going to believe that,” Cordell chuckles.

“What’s so funny about that?” I ask, letting my rage take over. 

“Nothing, I guess. But,” Cordi pauses as he turns off the main road onto the dirt lane leading to the ranch. “You and I see sex totally differently. Sex is just that, sex. It’s a means to an end. I don’t have to love the person I’m fucking. Yea, I wanna make her feel good but I want her to make me feel good too.”

As we pull up to the front of his parents’ home, Cordell shuts the engine off and we both sit still, neither of us moving to get out. This night was turning out completely opposite of what I had assumed.

After a beat, Cordell shakes his head and opens his door, stepping out of the vehicle. Before closing the door, though, he speaks. “I really thought you knew this was a casual thing for us. I didn’t mean to lead you on.”

I sit in the cab of the truck long after he shuts the door and walks toward the barn with my phone in my hand as I navigate the airport website to book a 1 way ticket back to Helena; back to loneliness and missing Beau.

“Shit!” My little mini-vacation didn't turn out like I expected. 

I step out of the truck and look around for the man who lives here but am instead met with dark silence. 

Seeing as he is nowhere to be found, I begin walking down the gravelly lane toward the main road. It'll be easier for the cab to pick me up.

As the asphalt comes into view, my phone dings alerting me to a message. I pull it out of my pocket and open it to see something I'd never, ever expected.

Beau: Hey Y/N. It's Beau. Looks like I'm going to be coming back to Helena. Could we meet up and talk about some things?

Instead of texting back, I hit the call button and put the device to my ear, hearing it connect and begin ringing. 

"Y/N?" Beau answers with my name rather than a normal "Hello".

"It's me."

"How you been, sweetheart?"

'I've had better days….and some worse ones too. So, what is taking you back to Montana?"

"Wait, what do you mean taking me back?! Don't you still live there? Please don't tell me you've moved back East," he pleads. 

Not realizing what I'd said until he brought it up, I laugh.  "No, no. I still live in Helena. I'm just…..not there right now."

"Oh. Good." Beau replies and I can hear the relief in his voice. "Where are you?"

I sigh, then smile. "Uh, about that. I'm actually in Texas. Austin, in fact."

@spnbaby-67 @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam  @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @supraveng @akshi8278 @lyarr24 @kazsrm67 @chriszgirl92 @deanwithscissors @raisinggray @fanfic-n-tabulous @hobby27 @stoneyggirl2 @purpleeclipseeggsland @kmc1989 @deans-spinster-witch @yvonneeeeeeee @tmb510 @globetrotter28

#law & love #beau arlen #cordell walker #big sky #walker #texas ranger #y/n #bean x y/n #walker x y/n #not spn

[sevikasmainwhore]

Arcane Momma HC’s

they do relate to the pregnancy ones.

also i’ve been taking care of nephew for some weeks and omg i think i want a baby 😭😭😭

Requested ⇢ Yes/No

Type ⇢ Hc’s❥

Sevika is the mother that ask “Did you win?” If her child ever got in a fight.

Have you ever seen Vi arguing with a 3 yr old??

“Noo she cant wear that dress Momma!!” Vi looks at her daughter confused “Why not it’s cool” “No it’s not, it’s red and ugly” Vi looks heartbroken “You don’t like red??” “No it’s ugly” “What about me?” “That’s why it’s ugly” Vi was moping for the rest of day while you and her y’all’s daughter played dolls together while picking at Vi. You couldn’t help but laugh.

No matter what Caitlyn is making sure her son is matching with her whenever it’s time for special occasions.

Oh she’s invited to a Gala her mother is hosting? Your all wearing matching blue fancy dress clothes with gold accents.

Renata is a very corny mother. Taking very cheesy photos for each holiday. She’s just excited that’s all but god it’s annoying.

Sevika is really good at doing hair so every chance she gets she’s doing some kind of style on her sons hair.

“Mooooom stooop” Her son whines as Sevikas dragging him to living room for the 5th time that month for a new style she saw. “Come on lil’ man, it’ll be good I swear.” You watch from the sidelines as your son sits in between Sevikas thighs as she combs his hair in some kind of ponytail. Your son sees you and mouths ‘Save me’ at you. You hold back a laugh.

Vi let’s her daughter paint her nails. To make everything better she’s showing them off every chance she’s gets just to see her daughter smile, proud at her work.

Mel tried to have a simple “Paint Play date” with her daughter but it ended up being a paint fight that had Mel running down the hallway, covered in red and yellow paint, laughing while her daughter chased after her just as messy.

Sevika’s son has “Scary Mom Privilege” Sevika doesn’t know this and is confused why her son keeps saying “I’m gonna tell my mom”.

She’ll kill if she has to she just doesn’t know why he keeps saying it.

Vi’s daughter has that privilege too. Vi knows exactly why she keeps saying it and is proud of it.

Grayson had an extra office built in the enforcer station just for her son so he could feel like his momma.

She gifted him his own badge and everything and had him titled “Piltovers Junior head of the Enforcer Academy” She cried.

Renata can get a little to into her work and would lose her son when she isn’t looking.

Renata was loosing her mind. She lost the baby again. Now she’s running around the office asking if anyones seen a baby that looks like her “Excuse me, Hey you, have you seen a child, this tall, dark hair, mean eyes, very chubby, probably looks like me” They shake their head no and Renata almost cried. She didn’t know that you had found your son playing in a stack of papers while she wasn’t looking and decided to just take him home with you. You wanted to see how she’d react. You weren’t disappointed.

Grayson nearly lost her job after she found out her child was being called names. She was about to kill a kid and maybe a few teachers for letting it happen.

Vi has nearly died in the same week after she saw her daughter playing with “toy bomb” Jinx had gifted her.

Grayson fell asleep one time on the couch and her son decided it was a perfect time to use her face as a canvas.

Grayson trudged her way into the kitchen alerting you of her presence with a loud yawn. “How’d you sleep Gra- “ You hold in a laugh as you stare at her. “Huh?” She questions. Grayson looked like a graffiti bomb had blew up on her. There was a handle bar mustache, “Bestest Sheriff” across her forehead and other little marks. You wanted to take a picture so bad.

Ambessa’s child has a really bad biting habit. She worried that he’d end up biting onto something he wasn’t supposed to so she got him one of those baby chew things until he was 5.

Renata has a family photo of you all on her desk. She stares at it whenever she’s having a hard day :)

For a month, Ambessa quit her warlord duties because she wanted to focus on you both.

During that month, it was filled with laughter from both her and your son and maybe some arguing her and there. It was actually really funny seeing Ambessa so upset at a child’s words.

Sevika make sure every once in a while you all do something as a family. Visiting topside gardens? Yup. Going in the junkyard to play a game of ‘Who ever finds the coolest piece of scrap gets 20$’ Yup, your son has won a few times. Even watching movies in the living room.

Caitlyn and her son practice archery together.

It actually took forever for Caitlyn to proactive with him because she was sooo against it. She was scared he was gonna get hurt.

Caitlyn is an amazing teacher on “How to be the Perfect Gentleman”

Doesn’t really force anything on him but she most definitely is teaching him to respect him.

Ambessa plans picnics with just her and her son.

Sevika gifted her son his own set of playing cards for his 10th birthday.

Grayson will read to you both one of her book while you all cuddle up to her in your shared bed

Vi and her daughter do the most obnoxious things together.

One time, she laughed so hard milk flew out her nose and Vi laughed.

Okay but Mel and her son having matching bonnets???? ADORABLE

Mel is also really good at hairstyle so every 2 weeks her and her son are rocking some new hairstyle.

𝗕𝗼𝗻𝘂𝘀 ⇢ 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮

Cass and Caitlyn used to have little tea parties together. Just little Mother Daughter bonding time.

Caitlyn had a fear of the dark when she was younger and Cass was more than happy to let her sleep in the bed with her.

“It’s alright Caitlyn.” Cass cooed, stroking her daughters hair. “Nothings gonna get you when I’m here” Caitlyn cuddled up closer to her mother and stayed like that until she fell asleep.

Cassandra rarely used to get upset at Caitlyn.

When she found out Caitlyn was allergic to peanuts, she nearly had a heart attack. Her whole life just flashed before her eyes when Caitlyn started gasping for air and turning purple.

Cassandra was addicted to getting Caitlyn to match dressed with her for every Gala that has ever been thrown.

note: i forgot half way through if i gave them a daughter or a son so i’m pretty i got most of this wrong 😭 caitlyn and cassandra’s relationship is like the one from brave. no i won’t elaborate

#❥ arcane hc’s #league of legends #arcane #vi x reader #arcane caitlyn x reader #mel x reader #arcane grayson x reader #sevika x reader #ambessa x reader #cassandra x reader #renata glasc x reader

[dkkb]

𝐌𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎💫

˖⁺‧₊˚🎧☁️🕶️ ˚₊‧⁺˖ ˖⁺‧₊˚🎧☁️🕶️ ˚₊‧⁺˖

My name is DK!

I go by she/her Pronouns and I want to start writing x reader and headcanon stories.

I will show the current “fandoms” (in quotes because the fandoms I love don’t get a lot of love)

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

Total Drama (All seasons)

Twilight

Slashers from different horror movies

Craig of the creek

Being Ian

Holes

IT

Dead By Daylight

School Bus Graveyard

Homesick

Ramshackle

Rick and Morty

Class of the titans

Lazor Wulf

Momma named me sheriff

The Boondocks

MFKZ

Trolls

Avatar way do the water

TMNT

ROTTMNT

Assassinations Classroom

ETC…

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。

That’s all for now and I probably will be later excepting request but for now I won’t cause I have some ideas of my own. Thxx for reading..

#avatar the way of water #twilight #class of the titans #holes 2003 #qubo #rottmtnt #trolls #Lazorwulf #total drama #it #mfkz #Schoolbusgraveyards #dead by deadlight #slashers #craig of the creek #ramshackle #rick and morty #being ian #homesick

[lyledebeast]

It's been a minute since I've written a post about The Patriot, but what better time than the next to last day of the year while recovering from covid?

A while ago, another parallel between Benjamin Martin and the titular character in my old, bygone fandom the BBC Robin Hood occurred to me. How many times does Robin threaten to throw in the towel on being the peoples' savior for reasons that range from his love interest being murdered to some townsfolk having the audacity to hold him responsible for the consequences the Sheriff of Nottingham doles out to all of them in response to his actions? A lot of times across the show's three seasons, it turns out. And it would be one thing if the point being made was that no one can save the world alone. Everyone gets overwhelmed sometimes and has to rely on their friends to pick them up. Considering that every time Robin quits, it is a friend who brings him back, that would be an excellent point to make. But it's not. It's Robin's name on the tin, and the show never lets us forget it.

Although "the patriot" technically refers to Martin's son Gabriel, it is Benjamin who is consistently presented as the movie's hero even as he is ready to give up every time something he failed to foresee happens or his solution to a problem does not immediately work. He gives up on reasoning with ALL British officers after his efforts with Colonel "Fire the house and barns" fail, resulting in massive carnage. He gives up on mounting any kind of offensive against the Green Dragoons when sends everyone home after arriving too late to save one family. He packs up to go home again after Gabriel dies. His momma raised a quitter for sure.

In some respects, the series is more grating because the arc over which the complication arises, the hero throws in the towel, his friends talk him out of it, and he eventually triumphs plays out in multiple episodes with no variation. But, there is another comparison to be made between the two. In Robin Hood, Sheriff Vaisey and Guy of Gisborne are both trying to increase their own power and wealth in different ways over the course of the series, and Robin is foiling them. Catching Robin is not the end goal for these antagonists that catching Martin becomes for Colonel Tavington. And Tavington, unlike his historical inspiration Banastre Tarleton, never gives up in all the months he spends in this pursuit. His response when General Cornwallis berates him for his failure to deliver Martin is simply "Thus far."

The final fight between him and Martin provides a particularly stark contrast. Tavington, by that point, has been violently thrown from his horse (deceased) and shot in the arm by Martin, not to mention that he is still recovering from being shot in the side by Gabriel a few days earlier. He doesn't care. He picks himself up, literally. He tells himself "Be Gay and Carry On," or "Keep Calm and do Crimes," and he attacks. Initially, he and Martin are evenly matched, and Tavington takes some more damage. He decks Martin in the face and slashes him with his saber. Martin, outraged, head-butts him and stabs him in the tit. Again, Tavington doesn't care. He is a bad bitch, and this is a typical Tuesday in the British Army. He rallies and slashes Martin on the back and legs and . . . that's pretty much the end of the fight as a fight.

(I must make an aside here that I was adamant at the outset of writing this that as soon as Tavington touched Martin, he was done. Martin was How Very Dare You? Don't You Know Who I Am? and just falls apart. That isn't quite true, but he certainly doesn't have the resilience of someone who has not had triumph handed to him again and again. Rewatch the source material when you write meta, folks.)

After punching Martin in the face and slashing his arm, Tavington, who has been fighting with only his saber up to this point, drops to one knee, picks up the bayonet that eventually ends up going through his neck, and rises with a menacing grin. Apparently, he wants to be evenly matched with Martin more than he wants to take advantage of Martin's loopiness from having been hit for the first time in twenty years with something more than an emotional blow. The slut. Of course, what also happens is that he gives Martin an opportunity to recover that Martin certainly does not give him (conduct of a gentleman be damned). And as we all know, it's certainly not the last time this happens.

Both of these low-pain-and-disappointment-tolerant heroes have the reputation of being great fighters, but I feel confident in saying Robin deserves his far more. Pretty much every time someone gains the upper hand over him, that person is fighting dirty. In The Patriot, let's be honest. Benjamin Martin is the dirty fighter here. He is very good at jumping out from behind trees to kill people who didn't know he was there one second before, but he sure as hell can't take a hit. Ultimately, his triumph is even more annoying than Robin's for several reasons. Robin's longsuffering, under-appreciated friends are usually able to get his ass back on track before peasant casualties accumulate iirc. Martin's inaction contributes significantly to the movie's very high civilian body count. For this reason, along with his being a bitch of a completely different kind than Tavington, Martin does not deserve to be bailed out of situations where he is so ready to embrace defeat. Moreover, I think Tavington deserved a little bit of triumph. Not too much; he is a child-murdering war criminal. But he deserved to take Martin out with him. He certainly worked a lot harder for it than Martin did.

#the patriot #bbc robin hood #benjamin martin #william tavington #fucking heroes

[heckinconfusedparade]

How would the movie fam deal with a house invasion, like a robbery or something? An angry momma, literal officer, doggo and three alien kids defo wouldn’t be what they were anticipating. Would any of them be scared or would it be easy job done? In other words, go wild with this scenario!

If anyone should be scared it should be the intruder.

Let’s call him… John.

John is a weird guy. He’s done some pickpocketing, some shoplifting, nothing ever serious. But then in a bright moment of big brain, John decided tonight would be the night he would rob a house.

He’s walked by this house that’s fairly secluded from the town a few times. It’s perfect. It’s a nice house too, so surely the family has got a lot of good valued stuff.

John goes to the back door and carefully picks the lock. He cringes as the door creeks open. He opens his bag and stars placing small things like table decor into bag. He’s careful to not cause any loud clinking.

Then he hears it..

Click clack click clack..

Shit he thinks as Ozzie approaches him from the dark. Ozzie immediately stars barking. Then a flash of light. He tries to figure out where it came from or where it went.. but he’s hearing footsteps.

The foot steps are coming from in front of him, behind him, even above him. Then a figure illuminates in front of him. His heart drops. John has seen those Facebook posts. The first house he decides to rob OF COURSE IT WILL BE SONIC THE HEDGEHOGS HOUSE.

“Who are you and why are you in my house?” Sonic asks slowly, looking very pissed off. John tries to clutch his bag, but realizes it’s empty. Sonic has already taken everything away from him. He stutters trying to think.

A deeper voice speaks from the shadows. Atop the counter is none other than Knuckles the echidna. “You heard the hedgehog. Answer his question before I pummel you.”

John feels tears prick his eyes. Then all the lights turn on. He is faced with angry parents. Tom has his badge clearly showing.

It’s a standoff. Tumbleweed.

Tom gets frustrated with the lack of answer “GREEN HILLS SHERIFFS DEPARTMENT PUT YOUR HANDS UP” he points his taser at John.

Knuckles balls his hands into fists. Sonic gets in starting position. Maddie cracks her knuckles and her neck ready to fucking throw down for her boys.

John throws his bag and tries to run out but is immediately faced with a small two tailed fox pointing a gun at him “Hi!” is all he hears before everything goes dark.

Ringing.

John opens his eyes slowly and quickly figures out that his legs have been tied and his hands are cuffed. He overhears a conversation.

“Do you think I was a little too hard on him? I didn’t think he would pass out so fast..” a small voice.

“Nah, don’t worry Tails, that electric net gun came in real handy. I think it’s one of my favourite inventions of yours. Just don’t use it on me.” Sonic and Tails laugh.

“You thought this would be easy, huh?” John looks to his side. Knuckles is crouched down beside him. “Did you think you could just break into someone’s home? That’s dishonourable. Your mother and father must be ashamed to have a son like you, Johnathan.” “H-how do you know my name??” “You were dumb enough to carry I.D. During a robbery.” “Oh..”

“He’s awake? Oh good. Knuckles, help him sit up.” Tom pulls up a chair as Knuckles sits John up. Tom pulls up a second chair. Maddie sits in it.

“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOURE DOING??”

“I-I’m sorry ma’am”

“SORRY? You should have thought about that before breaking into our house. I don’t understand why anyone would break into someone’s house, much less a FAMILY HOME. DID YOU NOT SEE THE TOYS OUTSIDE?? Look at my son, he is traumatized.”

Tails is standing in the back, with loud very convincing crocodile tears. John feels bad.

“You’re going away for a long time. And when you get out, you cause any more trouble and I’m sending the blue one.” Tom states, Sonic nodding. John gulps.

Johns in the slammer. Easy peasy. Ozzie gets plenty of belly rubs and treats for his work. Such a good boy.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic 2 #sonic the hedghog movie #movie tails #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic #knuckles the echidna #movie sonic #movie knuckles #donut lord #pretzel lady #wachowski family #maddie wachowski #tom wachowski #sonic wachowski #tails wachowski #knuckles wachowski

[1whimsicalgal]

Pam Lives!

Pam Lives! Part I

Saturday, August 18, 1973  The Sawyers It was on a Saturday it all happened down at the old Sawyer place, hot as hell, a real scorcher. That’s when it all went down. Old lady Faulk said she's seen 'em stop off at the cafe earlier asking for directions. Bob Hewitt, today, 81 years young, and sharp as a tack, saw 'em that day, too. "Them girls stood out, half neked, short-shorts, no brassiers. That shit didn't fly, least ways not back in '73." Hewitt, as it turned out, proved to be a wealth of information when it came to the Sawyer family history. You can judge for yourself. This is what Bob Hewitt related to me about 'em, word for word . . . "First big mistake was leaving him home alone, him bein' "Leatherface." They'd called him by that ever since, oh, it wuz years ago. Freddie first showed off his handiwork ta young Jed. Jed, well, he wuz so impressed, he slipped, n showed it off to Pop and Grandpa, something he sorely regretted later on. Pop and Grandpa, now they'd always favored Freddie over Jed. That wadn't no secret, bragged to anybody who stopped in at the cafe about him, and 'specially out at the slaughter house. Not Jed tho, no sir, pissed Jed-off-no-end, kept him on a low simmer ninety-nine percent a the time. "Assholes" I 'member he'd say, n as he got older it all jest got worse.

Back in '64, that was when Frederick “Freddie” Theodore Sawyer, become "Leatherface"… least ways around the Sawyer house, anyhoo. Give it to him more like some rite a passage. It wuz one that had some roots in one of Sawyers' deep… well, some real dark family secrets. Pop and Grandpop Sawyer both liked the name right off, heard 'em both call him that down at the cafe, droppin' hints they give it their o’fficial Sawyer sanction. It wuz one day I wuz in eatin' my dinner there, an' they wuz laughin' about their lil ol' party the night before, sayin' how it wuz includin' lots a Jim Beam n plenty a hootin’ n a holler-in.' Neighbors confirmed it ta me later on, but here they were a settin' right in the cafe, Red n ol' Grandpa, the two of 'em jest hootin' n kindy howlin', then talkin' low, goin' on 'bout the full moon. It wuz like they wanted me ta hear some stuff, n then they'd get ta whisperin' so's I couldn't hear the rest, n they'd look sideways over at me n smile tagether. Ta be honest I couldn't wait ta git outa there. Gave me the heebie-jeebies. Somethin' wuz off… jest couldn't put my finger on wat it wuz, know what I mean? 

Didn't all start out that way though. Jed, always wuz a little weird, kindy "off" you might say, but he  seemed polite, nice enough, quiet . . . always kept his head down, as I recall him. He even baby sitted for the Lanky kids now n again, n for Sheriff's kids, too. So did Freddy! Never saw it comin'. Never. Nothin' like what happened to him later. Nothin'. I 'member Freddie as a kid used to walk together with Jed to school, took care of him, ya know, like protective and all. Both of 'em wuz always dirty, n covered in bruises. I always wondered if that was a "birthmark" on Jed's face, like they said, or if somebody hadn't burnt him. Get right down to it, truth be known, Jed jest downright hated Freddie after he wuz around twelve or thirteen, hated him, 'specially after their momma, Lorrine, run off and left 'em all alone with their Pop and Grandpa.

Who can blame her? Woman wuz covered in black n blue many a time, n they worked her like a damn dog over at the cafe. There's lots a stories floatin' round 'bout how folks seen Grandpa comin' up behind her, tryin' to feel her up, kissin' on her while she wuz sweepin', her a cryin', n the whole time, her own damn husband, he'd jest be laughin' 'bout it. She run off twice n Red 'd go find her n haul her back. 

BBQ wuz so good, folks didn't stay away tho. Fact is, startin' 'round '64… '65 'ish they did a pretty damn good business, cuz a the location, right on the highway n all, folks passin' through to Austin n Taylor n such. Hell, they didn't know 'em, n it wuz the only place ta git any good BBQ anywhere for twenty miles around, any that tasted like them Sawyers could do it. Nobody could beat it. Juicy n tender… mmmm-hmm, it jest melted right in your mouth. Old Pa, "Red," we called him, cuz his face wuz always so damn red, he'd laugh, tell his jokes, n flirt with all them young girls, right there big as day in front a poor Lorrine. She wadn't bigger n a minute. Lorrine wuz left orphaned after her folks wuz washed away down in Galveston in that 1915 hurricane. Somebody found this poor little squallin' baby right on the beach after it hit. She never even knew her real name, cuz nobody could find no trace nowhere of her folks, nor any family… nothin'. Red met her when she wuz about 14, brought her up here. Folks said Grandpa wuz pretty excited, I remember hearin' that. 

Grandma Sawyer wuz taken to Terrell Institute for the Insane way back in 1915, lost her mind early. Now, that wuz real sad. She came back home here n there, n he'd send her back. They dropped "Insane" from the name in '25, switched it ta "State Hospital." My grandma knew her, grew up with her, over in Kaufman. She lived at the hospital off n on fer almost 30 years, finally died there. I guess you already knew about her though.

Red, liked the young girls… the tighter the tops n shorter the shorts. He'd eye 'em up and down, give 'em his slick wick-ed crookety ol' smile, n pop 'em some extras n freebies in their bags. The local boys caught on quick, got smart ya know? They'd drive 'em up, git the girls to go in n pick up their stuff to-go, tell 'em ta jest work it a little, "jiggle it," they'd all say, n have a big ol' laugh watchin' Red oglin' 'em. Round about '68… '69, cafe got ta be so bleepin' busy you had to git there early, or you'd be waitin' a half hour, or more. Weirdest one was that durn red haired kindy baldy-boy, some cousin or somethin' from the Gein side a the family. They said he come down from Plainsfield, Wisconsin, n they had him washin' windshields n turnin' meat. Odds n ends, I guess. First time I laid eyes on him, I said, "Wut-Is-That?" Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs, needed a check-up from the neck up… if you git ma drift? He disappeared one day just like that. Makes a body wonder, don't it? What I wanna know is where's all that BBQ money. Never kept no bank accounts. I guarantee ya it's buried somewhere on that property. 
 But ever body talked 'bout them poor boys, n wut must be goin' on at home. After Lorrine left, that's when they quit comin' to school. Somebody said they saw her climbin' into a semi headed south on I-35, late one night. "bout two years later, somebody else told me she wuz livin' in Needles, California, but I don't know. She never showed up here again that's fer sure. Freddie… funny, hard for me to call him that now. I jest call him, Leatherface now days. We all felt bad for them boys, but you didn't screw around in Sawyer's business. Funny thing, just like all kids that git beat, they still want their daddy's to be proud of 'em. Know what I mean? Damnedest thang, but, it happens a lot. Sad.

"Big goddamn bully," Jed told everybody around town, "… ever since Pop got him that first chainsaw." They'd all worked out at the slaughterhouse at one time or another. Had to 've changed 'em. Somethin' did. Later, Jed didn’t sleep in the house no more, he wuz just too scared of him. That wuz no secret. Slept in the barn, or in good weather in a tent he set up in the woods, down near the tank on the edge of their back property. You know, down near the Simpson place? Town joke was: Jed liked old Leatherface just a little bit less the day that semi splattered him from Austin all the way to Waco.

Freddie, that is, "Leatherface," he had what they said wuz "special talents." Freddie might be two beers short of a six pack, but he sure as shit had talents, always showin' off out at the slaughterhouse. Skinnin' things. Yessiree, he did. Talk buzzed out at the old slaughter house about him. You could tell Red n Grandpa admired him for them talents. Jed did, too, but he was jest too damn jealous to ever admit it, ya see. It just made him boil over, bore a hole in his measly little 'ol soul. Jed wuz warped. As I come ta wrap my mind around it, only later you understand… it wuz that way with Jed only 'til they got the bodies home. Then he got some kinda kick or somethin'. You know we had many a grave robbin' went on here fer years, all of 'em wuz middle aged ladies, n no-body-wuz-ever-caught. Came together better when we found them masks n . . . well . . . let's just say, body-parts. They wuz all over the house. Yes sir, I went with the sheriff and saw it fer myself! They had all sorts a contraptions n thangs we found in that house afterwards . . . made me so sick ta my stomach, I went outside n upchucked. Hell, we found that poor kid's damn heart n liver in a pan on-the-stove! We both jest had ta go outside ta breathe finally . . . smell wuz somethin' I can't ever get off me.

Anyway, the story is, Leatherface stayed home all alone with Grandpa that day, while Jed and Pop were gone. Pop Sawyer off to the cafe, and brother Jed, off to who knows where, up to no good that’s for sure. Course, there was Grandpa, upstairs. Back in the day, Grandpa was more mo-bile and he could kindy keep an eye on Freddie, most a the time. OK that is anyway… when he started to go a little crazy, ya know? But, not  by ’73. That day it was just Leatherface, left all alone with Grandpa. Well, he did have one thing to keep him company, his evilness… and his “devices." We’ll just never know. Maybe that day would have gone down differently if only those poor youngsters hadn’t wound up running outa gas. 

Leatherface said it was all their fault, “those snoopy fuckin’ kids,” after we got 'em all back to the sheriff's office. That’s what the sheriff and the rangers said set him off the worst, n then all of a sudden he'd break out a gigglin'. Red kept yellin' at him ta shut-up. Pretty quick we wrestled Red out and took him over ta the Taylor jail. Once Red wuz gone, he got back ta blabbering on about it, then makin' them squeakin' sounds, n gruntin' like a pig, only got one oar in the water, that one."

With that, Bob gave me a wink, bobbed his head, n clucked his tongue. You can bet they weren't any too happy to get Red Sawyer over in Taylor. This wuz Round Rock's problem and they wanted no part of those Sawyer creeps.

Pam’s True Story Before Jerry opened the freezer and was instantly killed by Leatherface, Pam slipped in and out of consciousness. When Leatherface pushed her back in the freezer, she was awake. Dizzy, her head pounding, her back throbbing, but awake. She began to slowly realize the terrible horrors that had occurred in the last hours that day, 

Then, it came back to her. Kirk, oh, God, no! Kirk! The memory ran through her veins… Kirk lying on that putrid table, that other room, the chicken… and were those bones? Human bones? That monster! Suddenly she felt herself sweating, and an overpowering desperation to escape. Frantically, in the dark cold, Pam began to feel around clumsily for the freezer latch. There! There it is!! It was then she realized: the latch was broken! It was broken! The lid was not locked, it was open! Hyperventilating, Pam sucked in her breath, and tried to swallow, but her throat was so dry. She held back a cough, as she laid there in fear… for minutes, but what seemed like forever to her. 

She wept silently, listening in agony to Sally's pleading, begging, her screams, men laughing at her, taunting her. Oh, Sally! Dear God, please help us! Who were these other voices? Where was that monster with the chainsaw? What was IT, human? One of the voices, she thought she recognized. She’s heard that voice. But who? Who was it? Had she met him? Where? She felt utterly and completely helpless. Then she remembered the voice was that scuzzy idiot hitchhiker!

In her gut, Pam knew exactly what she had to do. There was nothing she could do for Sally, her beloved friend, not alone. No way, not now, not with all of them there. How many were there? She then knew, she had to escape to get help. Now! With all the courage she could muster, Pam made what would be the most prophetic, and the toughest decision she would ever make in her entire life. The decision, she would escape. 

She could hardly move with the enormous pain shooting through her battered body, but carefully, ever so very carefully, with all the strength she had left, she slowly pulled herself up, and climbed out of the freezer. She shook in panic every time she heard their movements, cringing at their grotesque laughter. Afraid even to breathe, little Pam,  slipped soundlessly out the kitchen's back door. Dizzy, numb, frozen, heart pounding, hardly breathing, in her desperation and sheer terror she began to feel her feet as they began to run. Run! Run!  End Pam Lives! Part I

🚀💋🎥🪝🪚⛓ 🐓 Cover Designs by Desmond Ambrose Root "Pam Escaping" - Drawing by @Tadeo Mendoza ** (Inside stories)

#texaschainsawmassacre #horrormovie #horror #leatherface #marilynburns #trailblazers #teri mcminn #gunnarhansen #dpearldp #kimhenkel #williamvail #Black Maria #meathookgal @screamqueensinhorror

[gamma-gal-24]

for the ask game ive got 2 options for johnny and emma

🐎 - Cowboy AU or

🩸 - Vampire AU

pick ur posion👀

OUGH WHAT A CHOICE THIS IS!! How to choose, how to choose!😭

You know what, I'm goung with the cowboys simply because I feel like Johnny would enjoy western movies!😂

So without further ado, here's Johnny Bravo and Emma Encore in a Cowboy AU!✨

🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴🐴

Okay, picture this- It's almost high-noon, the desert sun is high in the sky and tumbleweeds cartwheel across the dusty town streets. All seems to be calm and peaceful when the sheriff rides in towards the saloon.

Parling her black stallion at the trough, she hops off the saddle, spurs jingling at her heels. Sheriff Encore strides in with a bandanna over her face and makes her way across the saloon over to the bar.

She takes a seat leans against the counter, uncovering her face to shoot the barkeep a bright smile. His big, blonde pompadour makes him hard to miss. He's so big and dramatic compared to everyone else in town; it makes her laugh.

"Afternoon, Bravo! Pour me whatever you recommend, I can't decide today." Emma says with a grin and a laugh. Johnny turns abruptly, glass in one hand and a rah in the other. "HUH-YUH-!" He exclaims, almost dropping everything he holds. "Miss Emma, you say that every time you come in! How come you never know what you want? Is that a woman thing?"

The sheriff just laughs, the upbeat music playing from the piano doing nothing to drown her out. She takes off her hat and sets it on the counter. She comes in every day at thw same time and has Johnny make her two of whatever he likes, one for her, and the other she leaves for him with a wink. It's the same every day.

"You should know better than to ask questions by now, Mister Bravo." She chuckles, watching him pour something into thw glass he had just "cleaned." Johnny was never very tidy. The neatest thing about him was his hair, which he refused to put a hat over. He spills half the drink on the counter every time.

Johnny shoots her one if his smoking, boyish smirks and a wave of his brows. That barkeep is just such a flirt. "Now why would I wprry about knowin' better when I could just get to knkw you instead?"

*end scene😚*

Anyhoo, in case none of that made a lick of sense, in a Cowboy AU Emma would be a sherrif and Johnny the barkeep(who low-key doesn't know what he's doing.)

The dusty little town of Aron is a peaceful one- there aren't hardly any bandits or fights, no, the lady sheriff keeps them all away... Until one day she can't.

A pack of wanted bandits ride in long after sunset and gang up on Emma five to one... And I'm sad to say it doesn't turn out well for her.😓

Johnny and the bar oatrons can hear the commotion outside, but it's only after Emma stumbles in badly wounded that anyone understands what's happened! Of course Johnny is mortified, he's never seen his sheriff hurt before!

He practically plows through half the tables in the saloon to get to her before she falls.

He and his Momma sneak her out to back to see the doctor, but Johnny is far from satisfied. Nobidy lays a hand on *his* sheriff and gets away with it, or his name isn't Johnny Bravo!

And so, with a flip of his hair and a flex or three, he stomps out into the night to deal with those thugs himself!

Now, does.he get his butt kicked? Most assuredly. But does he manage to win anyways and sent those varmints running for the hills? Absolutely!

Come sunrise everybody's having a ball, celebrating in Johnny's honor!

And once Emma, (all banged up but still a kickin') pulls him aside, she gives him two things...

A badge.... And a kiss.

And so the Sheriff and her new deputy ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after. The end.🤠💕💓💕

#AHHHH THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!?!😭💓💓💕💓 #You are literally my hero thank you so much foe sending this in! #I hope this made at least a little bit of sense!😅😂 #self ship stuff #selfship things #self insert #💕encore!! bravo!!💕 #self shipping

[dominusfero]

Camp Camp Not-So Secret Santa

Merry Chrimmus, @off-the-heezys !

My gift to you: good ol' KevDan!

Dios... esta era una maldita idea estúpida.

Standing with his hands at his sides, Kevin sighed. Hoping with every fiber of his being that he was not about to drown himself in regret. On one hand, he could give less of a fuck about how others viewed his lifestyle. On the other hand, he wanted these people to like him. The look of detrimental despair and melancholy staring woefully back at him was internally depressing. It was not the image he wanted to continue to portray.

Resigning himself to his fate, he crisps the collar of his white dress shirt and tugs at the hem of his sweater-vest. He picks at little clumps of red wool, trying to look as put together as he can. Combing his fingers through his hair, he tries his best to tousle it artfully so he looks somewhat stylish. It barely helped; his hair refused to smooth itself out. He scowls, annoyed.

Fuck it. Grabbing his toothbrush, he gave his teeth a quick, thorough scrubbing. He spits into the basin, watching the froth gargle down the drain. He wiped his mouth off on a washcloth only to catch himself staring at his reflection once again. Goddamnit, I look like fuckin’ Calvin. Pretentious prick. As he hangs the cloth up to dry, he heard the front door open followed by a chorus of voices.

“Oh, what a darlin’ little apartment ya’ll got here!”

“Uh-huh…where’s this lover of yers, boy?” An unimpressed male demanded. Daniel’s father. And damn did he sound tired of it all already. A man with zero patience was impossible to enthuse.

“Christopher–!

“Dad, you just got here—” 

“Don’t you gimmie none of that lip, Daniel.” Ooof, the full first name.

“Yes, sir…” Kevin could practically see Daniel wilting under his father’s imposing shadow. He could hardly blame him. Christopher sounded as if he took no bullshit and only names.

“Go on an’ git em.”

Shit. He had no time; he had to be ready. Dumping the water from his hands into the sink, he wiped his face off on a towel. He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes. Everything would be okay. And if it was not…it was not as if he needed to stay.

“Alright, alright.” There was a pause. “Kevin–!” Daniel called out, an audible strain to his voice. He was just as nervous as Kevin, if not more. After all, these were his parents. 

Mind numb and clear, Kevin initially stepped out into the hall with pride. But as he went to turn the final corner, he found himself hesitating. Stopping short, he lingers as the seeds of doubt begin to take root.

Shit—this was a bad idea. I ain’t ready for this. Not sober, anyway. What if they don’t like us bein’ together? …What if they don’t like me? Daniel must have heard him pause in the hall because he called out to him, “Kev, you can come out.” Feigning confidence, he pressed forward. He mustered up the most convincing smile he could manage.

If Texas were a man, it would be Daniel’s father. He was a tall, tall man with broad shoulders and a sharp jawline. He was built like an ox and looked as if he had the temper of one, too. His eyes were a deep, robust brown. Eyes that held a darkness that masked the gentle spirit within. Eyes that were focused solely on Kevin, studying him with great intensity. No doubt that the hardened Waco sheriff was reading into every ounce of his body language, from the way he nervously scratched the back of his head to the way he rolled his weight onto his heels. Kevin could hardly tell what the man might be thinking. Did he want to kill him with his bare hands or shoot him point-blank with his sidearm? Thankfully, Mrs. V was a lot less imposing. She stood quite a bit shorter than her husband, who towered over them with his deadly glower. Mrs. V was a little on the heavier side but still retained all the flair and elegance of a true Southern belle. To say Daniel was a momma’s boy was an understatement: he was, without a shadow of a doubt, his momma’s boy. His eyes were her eyes and he had her golden hair, although for some bizarre reason he decided he wanted to bleach it lighter.

Despite them both terrifying the shit out of him (and why would they not, they were Daniel’s parents for fuck’s sake), he managed to swallow the lump in his throat. Blushing deeply, Kevin let out a little “heh” and a shy wave. The sooner this lunch went well, the sooner he could lose himself in a cannabis cloud.

“Oh, wow…” Daniel’s mom gasps softly. “Aww, lookit ya’ll in yer little bowtie an’ sweater-vest!” Suddenly, she advanced on Kevin and swept him up in a crushing hug. 

“Goddamnit, Diana, let the boy go.” Daniel’s father sighed. Reaching over, he gave Daniel a light shove forward. “Dan, go pry yer mother offa yer boyfriend.” Stumbling, Daniel tried his best to intervene.

“Mama, please let him go.” He begged, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, ya’ll are no fun.” Diana humphed, crossing her arms against her chest in a pout. If she wanted to give her baby’s partner a hug then she would give him a hug, goddamnit! Still, perhaps it was a bit too forward. “You gotten all gussied up an’ we’ve howdied but we haven’t shook.” She relaxes her stance, resting a hand over her heart. “I’m Diana an’ this ol’ bull is Danny’s pa, Christopher.”

“Kevin, ma’am.” Unsure of what to do with his hands, Kevin kept them firmly at his sides. He briefly thought he should have offered his, but Diana did not strike him as the shaking type. Christopher, however, might rip his arm clean off if he gave him the chance.

“Aw, he called me, “ma’am!” What a gentleman.” Diana gushed, her face all smiles which put everyone else at ease. A smile even managed to break free of Christopher’s stoic facade. Good to know that at least one thing can make him somewhat happy. “Oh, I’m pleased as porridge that Danny found you. I raised him right, but he still turned out broke bad an’ uppity.”

“Mama!!” Daniel flushed a deep crimson.

“I know, I know. I embarrass you.” Diana waves her hand flippantly, rolling her eyes. Turning her head toward Kevin, she raises a hand to the side of her mouth. She drops her eyes to a half-lidded expression of vague annoyance. “Ol’ City Britches here goes north to study an’ suddenly he acts like he was raised on concrete.”

“MAMA!” Daniel shouts indignantly, damn near stomping his feet. “Stop picking on me!” Diana laughs, reaching over to pinch Daniel on his cheek.

“Oh, I’m just funnin’ with ya, baby.” Daniel’s blush deepens to a rich scarlet, his eyes focused on the floor. Diana then turns her attention back to Kevin. “So, Kevin! Danny says yer one’a them independent herbal-pharma entrepreneurs.”

“That doesn’t bother you guys, does it?” Kevin asked in earnest. “Me bein’ a…y’know…”

“Bein’ what?” Christopher questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Bein’ gay?”

“He was talkin’ bout sellin’ weed, Chris.” Diana deadpans, pinching the bridge of her nose. She lifts her head sharply and turns to face her husband, causing her earrings to swing forward. “I swear,” she says in annoyance, “sometimes it's like ya got cotton in yer damn ears!” Her bracelets jingle and clatter as they slide up and down her arms with each grand gesture she makes.

“I knew that!” Christopher snaps back defensively. Diana shakes her head, scoffing. Kevin watches the two, mildly entertained. Two personalities the size of Texas with tempers to boot. That explains so much about yet so little about Daniel at the same time. “An’ in any case, what a man does is his business. I, for one, can appreciate taking advantage of an up n’ comin’ industry such as the cannibuses—”

“Cannabis, dad—” Daniel’s father levels him a harsh glare, one that loudly speaks, Don’t you correct me when I’m wrong. Daniel immediately recoils, shrinking back behind Kevin.

“Anyways…I’m just glad Dan finally managed to settle himself down an’ get himself a real man.” Christopher sticks out his hand. “Welcome to the family, son.”

#camp camp #cc daniel #cc kevin #kevdan #i googled texas slang for this #my writing #merry crisis #daniel's dad is a sheriff and yet he doesn't know his son is a cultist #i stan a happily married couple who tease each other for funsies

[riveramorylunar]

The Devil's Kiss

Pairings: Haven Moonstone [Russian](Oc) x Reader x Spencer Shadow [Italian](Oc)

Warnings ⚠️: Basically just hot ass Devils, Mentions of attempted kidnapping, possessiveness, Homophobic parents, devil marking killing & Angst ending

Pet Names: Маленький (Little One), Principessa (Princess), Милый (Darling), Tesoro (Darling), Spency, Hav

Word Count: 3,025 words

Someone once told me that you can bring a person back to life just by remembering them. When I was young my parents would tell me about these creatures that lurk in the night and feast on human blood. They told me they would stalk their preys before attacking them at night and killing them leaving not a single clue behind no finger prints no nothing. I wasn’t scared at all I was fascinated with anything to do with the supernatural beings that lived for hundreds maybe even millions of years. 

When I was five I had just fallen asleep when I felt two pairs of eyes on me making me shoot up and look around my room to see no one there. I knew it was them lurking in the shadows watching me

When I was seven I was playing in my room when I was lifted up off the ground. I looked down to see a pointy tail wrapped around my stomach. I looked up to see piercing Gray eyes looking up at me seen I was held above the person.  “Spency” I shouted and she tilted her head before smiling softly. I did the grabby hands and she moved me towards her so I could grab onto her horns. My door busted open and I looked up to see Momma & Papa with widen eyes. “Get away from our daughter” Papa shouted rushing over to us and grabbing me pulling me away from Spency. “Are you insane trying to kidnap my daughter or people were right about you you’re awful creatures” Mama shouted as Spency & Hav looked at my parents. They looked at me before frowning then disappearing. “Spency Hav” I shouted bursting into tears as I struggled against my fathers grip. 

That was the last time I saw the two of them and I’m 18 now, so it’s been 11 years. I have been working at a small little cafe in a place called Havenfall, Indiana. I moved from Nevada to Indiana when I had turned 16 because my parents had kept me in from the outside world ever since that day. I ran away from home after jumping out from my bedroom window with just a couple of bags and a suitcase with my clothes and favorite things. 

I was whipping off the bar top when I heard the bell above the cafe door jingle making me look up to see the Sheriff of Havenfall walk in with the doctor and owner of the bowling alley. "Hey Sheriff Mack" It said and the three of them stopped talking and looked up before smiling. "Hello Y/N kiddo" he said before sitting down with the other two. "I'm assuming you guys want your usuals" I said and the three of them nodded. When I brought their coffees and muffins to them they all said thank you. "So Kiddo are you still thinking about those two" I heard Razi say and I frowned before looking up at him. "What are you talking about" I said and he rolled his eyes. "We know that look you're in deep thought and that's when you think about them" Dante said and I sighed. "I just miss them I'm afraid something happened to them" I said setting the rag down as I looked up at the three of them. "Come on kid you're going on your break" Mack said before shouting to my boss saying I was taking the rest of the day off.

They took me the the bowling alley which was next door and pushed me towards the bar. "You need to forget about them I know it's hard but you need to stop doing this to yourself" Dante said and Razi walked behind the bar and got drinks out for us.

We drank and bowled all night long. I was passed out drunk when I felt a hand stroke my cheek waking me up. I groaned before I felt strong arms lift me up off the couch. "Go back to sleep Маленький" I heard a faint Russian voice and I snuggled up to them falling back asleep.

I woke up when I heard rustling making me groan. I slowly opened my eyes and pulled the really soft blanket towards me as I stretched. "Morning Principessa" I heard someone say and I sat up to see a woman facing away from me with a bare back.

I looked away blushing as I fell back onto the bed burying my head into the pillows. I felt the bed dip behind me before I felt muscular arms wrap around me. I slowly turned around to be face to face with someone I thought I would have never seen again. "H- Haven" I said and she lifted her hand up to my face stroking a strand of hair out of my face before smiling softly. "We missed you sweet girl" she said and I scooted closer burying my head into her neck. "So I see someone's finally up" I heard Spencer's voice and I pulled away from Haven to see Spencer standing in the doorway while putting on a watch. I jumped off the bed and ran towards her crashing into her body causing her to grunt. "Well hello to you too" she said stroking her hand through my hair. I felt her tail wrap around my leg before I was lifted up off the ground hanging upside down. My face was directly in front of Spencer's. She tilted her head to the side as I saw her shove her hands into her pockets. "How is your tail so strong" I said and I heard Haven chuckle. I looked over to see her sitting on the edge of the bed leaning back on her hands. "I looked back over before huffing. "I want to see your full demon forms" I pouted. I was put down on the ground as I watched Spencer's demon form come out.

Haven walked up and stood beside Spencer. I walked up to Haven and reached forward stroking her black feathery wings. I looked up to see her biceps flexing and I pulled back before looking away as I blushed. What the hell is going on I don't have feelings for them do I I thought as I stepped back. "Where are we" I said and I felt a finger under my chin. My head was turned making me look up at the two of them. "You're in a bedroom isn't it obvious" Spencer said raising her eyebrow and I just rolled my eyes.

I shoved her away and huffed. "We're in a house outside of Havenfall" Haven said taking my hands and leading me out of the bedroom. I was led in a kitchen before Haven let go of my hands. "Why are you both so dressed up" I asked as I sat down on one of the island stools. "We do have jobs other than being kings of hell" Spencer teased and I grabbed one of her horns as she walked by. I yanked on it causing her to stumble back and land on top of me. I felt her big hands on my thighs making me blush as I looked up at her to see her looking back at me with her grey eyes. I looked down at her lips before shaking my head as I shoved her away.

They dropped me off at the cafe before driving away. The whole morning had been really awkward after that. We ate in awkward silence and drove in awkward silence. God the whole thing was awkward. I walked into the cafe before walking to the back. I changed into my uniform before walking back out to see Haven and Spencer sitting in the far corner booth away from everyone else. I walked up to them and they smiled. "You look hot in that outfit" Spencer said making my face flush immediately.

I shook my head before taking a deep breath. "What would you guys like" I said and they ordered. I rushed back behind the counter handing the cook their orders. After I did that I rushed towards the bathroom and shut the door behind me. "You get flustered so easily" I was about to scream when a hand covered my mouth from behind. "It's just us didn't mean to scare you" I heard Haven say as Spencer dropped her hand from my mouth. I took a deep breath before sighing. "You guys nearly gave me a heart attack" I said and they both smiled. I was pulled into a hug from behind as I felt Spencer bury her face in my hair. "We missed you so much " she whispered and I turned around in her arms and grabbed her face. "I missed you guys even more " I said smiling up at Spencer who was looking down at me. 

 After they ate they said goodbye before heading out the door. When I got home later that day I saw Milo, Cooper & Bellatrix waiting in the window for me. I smiled before walking up to the door. I opened the door and walked in immediately getting tackled to the ground. “Hello to you too” I said laughing as they licked my face. 

As the sun set I heard a knock on my door. I paused the movie that I was watching and got up off my couch before walking to the door. I opened it to see Haven and Spencer standing in the doorway wearing casual clothes which was rare. “What are you two doing here” I said and they both smiled before Haven held up a picnic basket. “Wanna go on a picnic Милый” Haven said and I smiled before nodding. Spencer held out her hand and I grabbed hold of it. Spencer pulled me out of my house and led me towards the meadow next to my house.

"Can you do us a favor Y/N" I heard Haven say in her thick Russian accent. "Sure anything" I said and I watched as they looked at each other before setting down their glasses of wine. "Close your eyes for us" Spencer said as she took the paper plate out of my hands. I looked at them confused before I slowly closed my eyes. "I swear if something bad happ-" before I could finish I felt soft lips against mine making my eyes snap open. I pushed Spencer away and she looked at me confused for a second. I stood up from the ground. "Y/N is everything alright" Spencer said worried as she stood up. She tried reaching out to me but I just backed up. "I- I have to go on sorry" I said before rushing back towards my house.

It's been a week since Spencer kissed me on the lips and I don't know why I freaked out it wasn't a bad kiss at all it was just a surprise. I should apologize for running off. I grabbed my phone and rang Haven's phone number but it went straight to voicemail so I tried calling Spencer but it did the same thing. I sighed before slumping down onto my couch. Milo jumped up onto the couch and nudge my face making me open my eyes to see him looking at me with his head tilted to the side a bit. I just smiled sadly before patting his head. "I'm alright I promise" I said and he curled up to me laying his head on my lap. Milo was a Rottweiler, Copper was a bloodhound and Bellatrix was a Dalmatian. As I was watching TV with my three dogs I heard gunshots ring through the air.  The three of them started barking and ran to the door scratching it like crazy. I paused the TV before rushing over to the door and opening it. The three of them ran out of the house and I ran after them.

"What's going on guys" I shouted after them as we ran through the meadow. As we ran farther into the meadow I saw two people standing above two others. As we got closer my eyes widened in shock. Haven and Spencer were kneeling on the ground holding their stomach and shoulder. "HAVEN SPENCER" I shouted and they looked up with widened eyes. Milo and Cooper had tackled the other two people to the ground as I got closer. When I got to them I looked over and realized it was my parents who were on the ground below Milo and Cooper. I whistled and they immediately got off my parents and walked over to me. "What the hell are two doing here" I hissed out and they both looked up. They both stood up before rolling their eyes.

"Daughter you need to leave" my mother said and I looked at them before looking over to see Haven and Spencer still kneeling on the ground. I ran over to them kneeling down in front of them. "Are you two okay" I said as I started to panic. "We're alright you need to leave though" Spencer said before she winced and fell back onto the ground. "SPENCER" I shouted scooting over to her and removing her hand from her stomach. I saw black liquid on her hand before looking down at her stomach to see the black liquid seeping out of the wound. "What the hell" I said. "It's demon blood Y/N" I heard my father say and I ignored him as I pressed my hands on the wound causing her to scream out in pain. I watched as her eyes flickered back and forth from her human ones to her demon ones. I looked over to see Haven's eyes doing the same thing as she sat down on the ground still holding her shoulder. "H-haven w-what's going on" I said and she looked up not saying anything as she frowned and looked away. "They're dying" my mother said and my eyes widened in shock.

"No no no no no you can't die because you're already dead" I shouted out as tears started to form in my eyes. The two of them chuckled and I realized what I said making me flush in embarrassment. I kept putting pressure on Spencer's wound but she grabbed my wrist with her bloody hand.

"Y/N Tesoro" Spencer said and I looked up at her to see her frowning. "Please don't say it please" I said and she sighed. "Daughter you can't save them" I heard my father say and I started getting mad. "Shut up shut up shut up" I shouted as tears started falling down my face. I looked over at Haven to see her collapse to see the ground making me rush over to her. "HAVEN" I shouted as I touched her shoulder. "Please I can’t do this without you please don’t leave me like this I can't live without you " I sobbed out and Haven looked up at me smiling softly as she grabbed my hands. "Y/N you need to listen" Haven said and I just shook my head. I heard Spencer wince and I looked over to see her eyes shut. My eyes widen in shock and I was about to rush over but Haven stopped me. "Y/N please" Haven said and I looked back over to see her sitting up. I felt Spencer's hand grab mine and I squeezed her hand tightly. Haven rested her forehead against mine and I closed my eyes as I let out a sob. "It's going to be okay Маленький" she whispered and I pulled away shaking my head. "No it's not I'll lose both of you and I can't handle that because I love you guys" I sobbed out and Haven's eyes widen in shock. "Y/N.." she said but didn't finish her sentence. "I'm sorry for running off that night I was just surprised because I thought you guys didn't like me like that" I said before I felt Haven's hands rest on my cheeks. I looked up at her and she smiled softly before pulling me into a passionate kiss. I kissed back and I felt Spencer's grip loosen around my hand. I pulled away and Haven rested her forehead against mine again. "We're really sorry Y/N" she said and I pulled her into a hug burying my head into her uninjured shoulder. She wrapped her arm around me and buried her head in my neck.

"Daughter it's time to go" I heard my mother say and I gripped the back of Haven's shirt as I felt anger boil inside of me. I pulled away from Haven before standing up and facing my parents. "I'm not going anywhere with you guys I hate both of you" I shouted and I watched as they stiffened before my father's face turn to emotionless to full on pissed. "WE ARE YOUR PARENTS YOU DO WHAT WE TELL YOU TO DO" He shouted and I started shaking from all the anger that was inside of me. “Why do you always ruin the best things in my life" I said lowly as I looked down at the ground. I looked up to see their faces change to shock before back to pissed. "You are being absolutely stubborn Y/N" my father said and I just stood there looking at the both of them. “I thought you guys would have changed, I guess I was wrong there’s no changing monsters” I said and they both started walking towards me but stopped when Milo, Cooper & Bellatrix stood in front of me. "Fine but we will come back for you" my father said before they turned around and stormed off angrily. I sighed before unclenching my hands.

As I turned back around to face Haven and Spencer I saw that they were both laying on the ground not breathing. I feel to the ground as I broke down, tears spilling out of my eyes.

I silently cried while waiting for them to come back to life. Little did I know that I wouldn't be seeing them again it was the last time.

A/N: I cried while making the end of it 😭 literally sobbing my eyes out right now!!

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Sentimental Me, Chapter 11

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings:  spousal abuse, violence, slapping/punching, jealousy, stalking.

Lee felt his blood boil at the mere name.

Bobby.

Robert Michael Briscoe.

Her husband.

As she took a step back, he grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, "ain't nothing gonna happen to you on my watch, okay kiddo?" 

She nodded and followed Lee as he led her further into the house. When they got to the dining room, Lee could see his wife sitting down with another woman.

Jane.

And beside her is a man.

His dark eyes caught the couple just inside the kitchen, and he lit up.  He was about six feet tall, the same as Lee, but he looked like he'd stepped out of a catalogue.  Pointed jaw line that was boxy.  Muscles that he'd had when he was in his teens could have rivalled this mans, but now that he was in his 30s, Lee was sure that most women would have chosen Bobby's muscles over his own soft body. 

But not her...Not his girl.  

"Babydoll," the man smiled. He stood up and looked at Dotty. His smile faded as he noticed her hand holding onto Lees. He saw the man's jaw clench, "and who the hell is this?  You whorin’ around on me with some countr-“

"That's my husband Lee," Flo nodded, cutting Bobby off before he could finish his accusation. She smiled at her husband, and Dotty dropped his hand, realizing that maybe the way she'd walked into the room wasn't correct for two married people who's spouse wasn't the hand they were holding,  "momma, you remember Lee, right?"

"It's mother, Florence," she said in a pointed tone, "Dorothy.  We've been worried sick about you.  You haven’t the idea the amount of trouble we’ve endured looking for you!" 

"I'm sorry," she replied apologetically. Lee watched the interaction between his wife and mother-in-law before giving his attention back to the man in question, "Lee. This Bobby."

"Robert," her mother corrected. She turned so that she was facing the scene, "well isn't this cute?  Dorothy, you came to visit your sister...well, the fun is over.  Come here."

Dot shook her head, clinging to Lee's sleeve.  Lee puffed out his chest a bit, proud that his girl wanted to stay by his side, but both Robert and Jane frowned.

"I don't want to go back, momma.  I-I want to stay here with Flo and Lee.”

"Dorothy, sweetheart," the man cooed, holding his hands out to her.  She shrank away from him, clutching onto Lee’s arm, "what are you talking about? Of course you do. Don't you miss our beautiful estate outside of town? I worked on the nursery while you were away."

Florence watched as a look of pain crossed her little sister's features at the mention of her pregnancy, "there is no baby, Bobby."

"What are you talking about?" he laughed, shaking off the statement, "of course there is. We just saw the doctor two weeks ago.  Your head is everywhere since you’ve fallen pregnant…silly wife, how could you not remember?"

"She lost it," Lee said simply, "you beat it out of her, you son of a bitch."

"Listen," the man laughed, disregarding Lee’s accusation, "I don't know what stories she's been cooking up, but I didn't beat my wife.  Granted, I’m stern with her, as every husband should be with such a wild woman as her, but I don’t beat her. I'm concerned for her. Hired a PI to come track her down. Does that seem like the kind of guy that would beat on a pregnant woman?"

"Does if he's desperate."

The two men eyed one another down.

"I'm not leaving here without my wife."

"And as the sheriff, I'm gonna have to insist that you do," Lee shrugged, "when Dotty came to us, I told her that she didn't have to do nothing she didn't want to. Now she's made it clear to Flo and I that she don't wanna go back to Manhattan. So, we ain't gonna make her."

"My wife's name is Dorothy," the man said with a simple smile, "and Dorothy is clearly unstable.  I’ve let her go freely long enough.  Dorothy, babydoll, get your stuff. We are going home and you are getting help.  Come on, now."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Then neither am I."

"You see," Lee smirked, "that's where you're wrong. You're on private property. My private property. And we ain't in Manhattan, city boy. I'm the law here. So, you're gonna get the hell out of my house, and leave this girl alone, because we already filed a report against you for abuse. And if you don't go, I'mma have to add harassment to that."

"You've got to be kidding me."

Lee looked at the man, and the two of them glared at one another.

"Dorothy. Come here. Now."

"She ain't no trained dog," Lee said, shaking his head, "she's a woman. You treat your momma or sisters the way you treat her?"

"I don't think I like the way your husband is acting, Florence."

"Well, I believe my husband has asked him to leave politely, mother," she said with a wicked grin. When her mother didn't respond she dropped a coffee cup to the ground, breaking it, "oh sweetie, I think Mr. Briscoe here is trying to go for aggravated assault and destruction of private property."

Her mother stood up abruptly and slapped her across the face, "you ungrateful little bitch."

"See, I really wish you hadn't a done that," Lee said with a firm sigh. He pulled the cuffs off his belt and held them out, "Jane Smith you are under arrest for aggravated assault against my wife, Florence Bodecker."

"This is outrageous," the man growled as Lee walked up and cuffed his mother-in-law. He pushed past Lee and went to grab his own wife, "Dorothy, come.  We’re going to go home, now!"

"I don't want to leave." she repeated, pushing herself against the counter in the kitchen. He grabbed her by the arm and started to drag her towards the door. When she fought against it, he turned and backhanded her.

"DAMMIT DOROTHY!" he yelled. He grabbed her arm and ripped her off the ground. Her momentum kept her forward as she slammed into the wall, a heavy thud coming from the entryway. Lee ran after them just in time to see him cowering over her form, "YOU SEE WHAT YOU MAKE ME DO, HUH!  A GOOD WIFE WOULDN’T BE ACTIN’ UP LIKE THIS!"

Lee pulled his gun and aimed it at the man, "I'm gonna tell you one time, and one time only, step away from Dotty, Mr. Briscoe."

Bobby looked up at Lee, and away from his wife, "you gonna arrest me, sheriff."

"You want to press charges, Dot?"

"Yes," she whimpered, "j-just make him go…please, Lee…p-please!"

"Yep," Lee nodded to the guy. Bobby looked at the sheriff then to his wife, before taking a step back, "Robert Briscoe you're being arrested for the aggravated assault of your wife, Dorothy Briscoe, as well as intimidation, and spousal abuse."

"Doesn't matter," he spat as Lee threw the cuffs on him, "little town like this. I can make it disappear. Good lawyers will take care of it." 

They had gone back down to the hospital after Lee turned over Jane and Bobby to the officers at the station. Amongst her collection of bruises from the first time, there was already a deep purple handprint around her wrist, and she had begun to get some bruises on her back from when he'd shoved her into the wall, and a very large bruise forming on her cheek from when he’d backhanded her.

She didn't let go of Lee the whole time.  She had clung to Florence when Lee first arrested Jane and Bobby, sobbing into her sister’s dress, but when Florence said she wanted to stay with Deputy Adam at the station, she transferred her sister to Lee’s awaiting arms.

And while he should have separated himself from the events that occurred, he just couldn't. He had to be there for her.  He had to protect her.  She looked at him with those big doe eyes, and he just couldn't let her go.

When the town had gotten word about what happened to Dotty, they immediately closed in on her, being supportive as one might expect. Whether they did it out of loyalty to the Bodecker family, or because she'd met and befriended quite a few of them in the week that she'd been staying with them, the women were quick to drop by and offer her a shoulder to lean on, and the men quickly offered to go beat her husband's skull in.

And in those few days, Lee felt a new pride rise in his chest for the community he'd lived in.  After a day, Bobby had managed to get in front of a judge, and his lawyer argued that she was an unstable woman who ran away from the marriage because she's young and immature.

Even the judge was disgusted by the pictures and two hospital admissions which included the doctor's testimony about how she'd had numerous existing injuries that had healed.

He let Bobby out but told the man to go back to New York. But the hard-headed asshole wouldn't.  Lee noticed the black car at the end of the street the first day he was out. He drove right back to the house, and took Dot by the hand, making sure he dropped her off at work, personally.

When he got a call from Herb a few hours later that Bobby was sitting at the counter, drinking nothing but coffee all day, he stopped down personally. As he made his way into the diner Barbie rushed him to the back before he could so much as say a word to Briscoe.

Dotty had been making herself scarce, and was in the changing room. As soon as the door opened and she saw Lee, she rushed him, burying her face in his chest, clinging to him like he was the only person in the world she truly trusted. He wrapped her up in his arms, and rubbed her back, "I got you, peaches. It's okay."

"I'm afraid to even be out there, Lee…h-he showed up and I swear, I was shaking so hard…I dropped an order for a table and Barbie told me to just stay back here til you came," she whispered against him. She held onto him for all that she was worth, "what if he does something? What if he makes me go back? I-I can't go back, Lee."

"He won't do nothing to you," he said, kissing the top of her head, "I'm gonna go out there, and get some lunch. And I'm gonna sit here til the end of your shift, okay?  I’m gonna be right there, and if he so much as thinks of trying anything, I’m throwing his ass in jail, alright?  You trust me, don’t you, peaches?"

She nodded, ponytail bouncing as she showed that she understood. As she moved a few steps back, he wiped her cheeks with his thumbs, erasing the tear stains, "t-thank you Lee."

He pulled her in for one more reassuring hug, and then he turned on his heel. Barbie was giving him a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry I had Herbie call you. She just became a mess when that man came in. Wouldn't tell me who he was or nothing…poor thing was shaking like a leaf and looking like she saw a ghost."

"That's her rat bastard of a husband."

Barbie's eyes looked to the door, and shot back to him, "him? Wadn't he s'posed to be locked up?"

Lee nodded, "Yeah. Judge told him to go back to New York. Gonna have a nice little chat with him while I have lunch."

"Should I call the station for you sheriff?"

"It's fine Barbie.  I can take care of it."

Lee walked out to the diner and sat a few stools down from Bobby. After Lee glared at him for a minute, Bobby gave him his attention, "can I help you out, sheriff?"

"Just making sure the peace is kept," he said simply, "weren't you 'posed to be headed back to New York."

"Just came to talk to my wife."

"You want to add more to your harassment and intimidation charges, son?"

He sipped on his coffee as he stared the sheriff down, "you fucking my wife, sheriff?"

"No.  That’s my wife’s kid sister…and in these parts we look after our kin," Lee said flatly, "just saving her from getting sucked back in by you."

Dotty came walking through the door and both men's eyes went to her. Feeling like Lee was a security blanket she walked right up to him, "what can I get for ya sheriff?"

"Burger and fries," he smiled.  He frowned when he noticed how much she truly was shaking, "and a pepsi if you don't mind."

"You got it."

She went to the window and put the order in then grabbed him his Pepsi. Knowing Lee was there, she felt like no matter what she'd be okay, and her nerves finally started to calm.  She set the glass in front of him and made her way down the counter to where her husband was.

"Dorothy."

"More coffee sir?" she asked, ignoring him. His jaw clenched and he nodded. Lee smiled, taking a large drink from his glass as she began walking down the line, refilling the patron's coffee.

"Hey peaches?"

She turned back to Lee, and he felt his heart in his throat.

"Yes sheriff?"

"A slice of pie too if you don't mind.  An’ can I have it before my lunch comes out?"

She nodded, going to the display and getting him a slice of pie. Setting it down before him, she sent him a wink, "it's on the house."

And damn if he didn't love the way she winked at him.

Bobby pulled the same routine for a few days, before Lee finally took him into the station again, citing that he was harassing Dotty.  

A few hours later, and his lawyer had shown up, angrier than a cat that'd been given a bath.  They pulled Dotty to the station, and had it drawn up that if she agreed to drop the charges, he'd sign for a divorce.  While that was enough for her, Lee reminded her that a divorce wouldn't be enough to keep Bobby away.  

And that was how she walked away with not the promise of one, but two documents.  She would get her divorce, but she would also get a restraining order.  And if Bobby came by again, he'd immediately be arrested, and tried in Knockemstiff for all charges that he was previously going to be held for, as well as violation of a restraining order.  

Chapter 12

Tag list:  @krissy25, @lohnes16, @terrormonster55, @potato-with-hair, @infatuatedjanes

#sentimental me #soft lee bodecker #lee bodecker #devil all the time #the devil all the time #sheriff lee bodecker

[cocoabubbelle]

Watching “Scooby Doo, Where Are You?” (1969-1970 CBS) + Thoughts

Episode 21: Scooby’s Night with a Frozen Fright

Frozen Neanderthal/Caveman?

Fraphne dancing.

Shelma (Velma inviting Shaggy to dance.)

How cold is that big thing of ice that it didn’t melt in the ocean and on the way to Oceanland (that’s the science place’s name.)?

I think Professor Wayne (scientist with the glasses and light brown hair) is the culprit. Why, do you ask? In the back of my mind, he looks a lot like another unmasked culprit i faintly recall as a child whenever ads for this show would play. Of course, I could be wrong and it’s actually Professor Ingstrom (scientist with the black hair and mustache.). Let’s resume watching.

Scooby playing with Octopus baby only for Momma Octopus to scare him away.

Prof. Ingstrom sounding suspicions when he tells Prof. Wayne he has “things to do.” For some reason, I feel like he’s a red herring.

Another Malt Shop.

Shaggy forgetting his fishing rod and reel at Oceanland gives the gang an excuse to return and spoil whatever plans the culprit was going to get away with.

Unlocked doors + no security, as usual.

Shaggy dragging Scooby along because if he’s forced to stay then so does Scooby.

“Jumping Jellybeans!”

Animation Goof: Scooby picks up an orange and brown parka (Prof. Ingstrom’s), but in the close up it is green and white. It’s identified as Prof. Wayne’s.

Animation Goof: Shaggy’s mouth disappears when trying to call the sheriff on the phone.

When Scooby is hesitant to follow Velma’s instruction to sniff out the caveman’s footprints: “You heard the lady.” Yessir, your lady 🥰 I’m sorry it was too perfect to not be a Frelma moment.

Scooby Gang catches Prof. Ingstrom trying to communicate with dolphins.

Ok I’ll admit Ingstrom hiding in the shack only for the Caveman to appear when Fred open’s its door looks sus, but I still think it’s Prof. Wayne.

Velma the strongest carrying everyone again. Headcanon she’s in a female weightlifting class.

My sis giggled when she saw Fred, Velma, and Daphne hanging on the other side of the door the Caveman opened.

Another clue why Caveman might not be Ingstrom: the latter looks like an animal lover, while Caveman is a jerk and finds joy in stomping on a dog’s tail.

Shaggy and Scooby use *disguise as sea lions without costumes* IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE!!! (not)

I just realized that Oceanland was this series’s version of Sea World.

I vote someone else besides Fred takes a turn dividing up who gets to be in which team when splitting up.

Scooby crashing a gigantic ice block on one side of a locked door caused it to go through the keyhole and come out as a perfectly shaped key to unlock door.

What’s the point of splitting up the gang if you don’t bother showing what Fred and Daphne do to contribute getting more clues to the mystery (in this case — and in most cases with these two and sometimes Velma— it’s nothing.)

6 more minutes for the episode to finish. This means Fred’s trap won’t work.

Danger Prone Daphne leaned too far over the railing and accidentally falls, pulling Velma and Fred along with her, onto Shaggy and Scooby.

Another Chase Scene with a cheesy song. I was wondering what was missing.

It IS Professor Wayne!!!

Animation Goof: Prof. Ingstrom’s mustache is skin-colored.

“And it [Ingstrom’s invention] would have been mine, if it weren’t for those meddling kids!” My sis: *looks at me*; Me: …almost, but not really; My sis: 🙄

Day 21 of no “And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids.” Ok, I admit the above is one of the closest to the iconic phrase, but still 🤪

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I had no idea Daria was a spinoff

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