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Masterlist.

Slasher fandom.

–The right shift.– (no murder/modern au)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Sinclair brothers x reader (platonic/siblings)

–Nightmare–

–Call me.–

–Smile.–

Thomas Hewitt

–Away from the thunder.–

Merman au.

Mer!Sinclair brothers– part 1 part 2

Mer!Brahms– From the hidden depths.

Lifeguarg kisses.

Mer!Thomas– Sudden meeting.

Pirate!Thomas x siren!reader– Debt matter.

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TOMMY MY BELOVED!!

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TOMMY MY BELOVED!!

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Oh well, I had no idea how to start this new blog so I decided to bring old doods of these two gobbers.

Reif is an employee of the local Railway and dedicates her life to her work and her adopted younger brother Chibi, the two live on a wacky island where a lot of odd things happen but take it as nothing out of the ordinary.

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Hey folks, for anyone who is interested, please consider following my other blog where I'm going to start posting some stuff like ocs, lore and doodles!!Thank you for your time😊

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I had to do the redraw IT LOOKED SO FUN

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Hey hello I’m obsessed with the John Doe game so of course I made an oc for it. Meet Richie

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Got bored so here’s my tiktok of Sinclair sister!

(You can also read all my slasher stuff on my writing account @messy-gemini1)

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I havent drawn fanart in so long but here’s some attempts at stylizing the sinclair twins ft older bo I’ll add an old vincent eventually

first 4 pics r the first time I drew them ever so they look a bit rough 💔

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WHY DOESNT THIS HAVE MORE LIKES!!?

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Excuse me while I stare at every one of these images for 8.34586 hours straight 

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Magic tricks with the man things!

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There's Mickey's drawing hahaha 👀👀

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Good morning, I hope you are having a great day. Do you think I could ask maybe the guys being protective? For your Sister Sinclair AU. Someone bothering/harassing reader or a memory of Trudy not being so nice to her and the boys intervening. I just want those guys to protect and take care of me :(. Feel free to ignore this, I absolutely love your AU<3

Hello love, hope you’re doing well! 

Your request made me very happy, and because you’re the first one I ever received you’ll have a special place in my heart forever <3 I’m so glad you’re enjoying this AU and of course the boys will take a good care of you! For your request, I mixed a little bit of both, and got carried away so I hope you’ll like this :)

Warnings : sexual predator, mentions of sexual threats, abusive family, mentions of murders, one or two strong words.

You had no idea what to do, and you hated how weak and powerless you were currently feeling. It had been an awful week and it wasn’t going to stop so quickly. You knew he wasn’t going to stop harassing you so easily. He was your boss’ son and the man didn’t take too kindly to the fact you refused to go out with him. He was now doing everything he could to drive you crazy, to hurt you, to make you beg him for forgiveness. He was trying to make your life a living hell, and even was following you around in his expensive car to scare you. He promised you he was going to rape you until nothing would ever be left of you. 

And of course you were scared - terrified even - but you would never beg him. You thought about going to the police, but he was rich and you would lose your job. And you really needed that job. Plus, you knew justice wouldn't do anything for you. 

What were you supposed to do?

You kept asking yourself this question over and over again. 

You were laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling as if you were going to find an answer there. You had cried so much the past couple of hours that your eyes were now dried and hurting. You were hungry but you didn’t have the strength to get up and to fix yourself a meal. You just wanted to disappear and to never feel that pain again. You wanted to be left alone, and to not be ashamed, humiliated and terrified by this man. It was unfair. Because you said “no, I don’t wish to go out with you”, you were now tracked down like a prey. Yes, that was what you hated the most, to be like a prey, to be stripped down of your humanity. You were nothing but a piece of meat some guy wanted. And it was revolting you so deeply inside of you.

You desired this man to die more than anything. It would only be fair after everything he told you, promised you and the way he harassed you.

The worst was that you knew the perfect way to lead this man to his death. You had three dangerous brothers who would do anything for you. It wouldn’t be the first time they looked after you, they protected you. Actually, if you let them do, you would be coddled inside Ambrose, like a true little princess. Bo and Vincent Sinclair would be more than happy to have you around a lot more, allowing them to keep an eye on you. And Lester Sinclair would be forced to be a lot more in town so he could spend time with you. For the twins, it would be a win-win situation. But so far, you had never wanted to live with them.

Your current situation was changing your point of view a lot. Maybe you should go live in Ambrose for a little while, until the man decides to leave you alone? Of course you weren’t certain it was a good idea to talk about it to your brothers… because the man would be dead before you could stop them. You knew how protective of you they were, how they always had been.

You perfectly remembered all the time Trudy, your “mother”, had said something hurtful to you. She would do that when she was so done with your brothers, but at the same time too scared to yell anymore at Bo. He was often on the edge to jump at her throat, and the older he got, the more out of control he became for your parents. So sometimes she was passing her rage onto you. You weren’t the most quiet children ever, but in this household you had needed to raise your own voice to not be forgotten by your parents. But your brothers would have never forgotten you. When Trudy was saying something in order to calm herself down and hurt you in the process, you were usually answering back. You had always felt strong with your brothers by your side, so you dared to stand your ground with your mother. And like Bo, you were too proud to let someone humiliate you like that. But sometimes, Trudy would say the right thing to shatter your heart in pieces. She would say something about how annoying you were to talk so much like that, or how you would never be good enough for a certain project you really wanted to do. When she was finding the right thing to break you, you were instantly falling silent. You would look down and you wouldn’t open your mouth until your brothers would have found how to cheer you up. It could take hours and a lot of cuddling and sweet talking for you to get back to your normal self. And even once you would feel better, for the rest of the day, Bo would keep you by his side, Vincent would find you small gifts and Lester would crack jokes to make you laugh. On the other side, Bo was only feeling more hatred toward her mother for treating you that way, and even her dear Vincent would grow cold and distant to her. Lester would ignore her as if she had stopped existing to him. 

One day, she made you cry. It was the first time… and the last. You had created a little wax figurine, out of pure curiosity and you found it not that bad, so you proudly showed it to Vincent. Even though it wasn’t perfect, for a first try it was pretty decent. Vincent was gently praising as he was showing you how to make it better. Trudy entered the room, and saw the sculpture. She took it and threw it away, so quickly that even your brother hadn’t been able to stop her. “To be a wax sculptor, you need talent, Y/N. And only Vincent has it, so please don’t even try again”. In the end, she won, because you never ever tried to work with wax again, no matter how Vincent coaxed you into making something. But at the moment, she didn’t seem to have won. You started to cry and Vincent grabbed you to hug you and comfort you. He sent a death glare to his mother that sent shivers down her spine. At the sounds of your crying, Bo showed up. He had no idea what was going on, but he could tell it was his mother’s fault so he took a knife and started to threaten Trudy with it. He would have hurt her if Victor hadn’t used all his strength to stop his son. Lester arrived in the room as well and he softly guided you away from your parents so you wouldn’t have to deal with any more drama.

As you remembered how safe and loved you had felt after that awful moment, all thanks to your brother, you thought you really needed to go to Ambrose. At least you would be able to sleep without fearing anything. You finally got up, dressed up and reached for your car keys. You didn’t look at yourself in a mirror, too scared of how awful you would look. You just crossed your fingers for your brothers to not notice it; hopefully they would just think you were tired after a week of hard work. 

You drove to Ambrose, wondering if the man would follow you down here, to his certain death, or not. You stopped at the edge of it as you found yourself face to face with Lester’s car. The boy jumped out of it, followed by Jonesy, to greet you with his usual toothy grin. You smiled at him and you knew you looked worse than you had hoped when your brother’s smile faded away.

“Everythin’ alright, darl?” he asked you with a frown.

“Yeah, yeah, of course” you replied as you nodded, but you could tell you weren’t convincing him that much.

“Then whatcha doin’ here?” he asked again.

“Can’t I go back home wheneva I wanna?” you huffed with a pout.

“Ya for sure can, but Bo usually needs to beg ya for days.” Lester replied and you sighed, knowing it would be useless to lie to your brothers. You also made a mental note to be nicer to the twins, and to come to Ambrose more often. It was just that the wax sculptures and the killings were weirding you a little bit out. But you were missing your brothers more than you would ever admit.

“Look, I’m just feelin’ a little bit unsafe at my place, and I thought I’d feel betta here” you finally said and Lester nodded in understanding.

“Alright, take Jonesy with ya and be prepared for the twins to question ya to death about it.” he warned you and you did think it was going to lead to someone’s death “Bo sent me on some errands, but I’ll come back for dinner” he promised.

You watched him go as you grabbed your puppy to settle her on the seat next to you, before finishing your travel and parked in front of Bo’s garage. He quickly popped out of it, quite surprised to have a working car coming there, and then even more surprised when he realised it was you. In quick movements, he was already by your side, opening your driver door. He helped you out of the car before grabbing your face to examine you, without saying a word. Alright, you were probably looking like an utter mess if Bo was acting that way. You looked away, in shame, and Bo’s touch grew softer against your skin. He wrapped an arm around you as his eyes searched for yours.

“Who do I need to kill?” he whispered. You gasped at the suddenness of his words. Gosh, your brothers were really a lot more protective than you thought, and yet you knew them well.

“No one, you’re killin’ enough already” you replied and tried to move past him but he kept you where you were and forced you to look him in the eyes. He wasn't fooling around as usual, he was deadly serious about the situation.

“No one is makin’ my baby sister cry” he replied with harshness, but it wasn’t directed at you. You knew if he kept saying those kinds of things you would start crying again. But at the same time, you were feeling a lot better to be at Ambrose. You finally wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your face into his chest. He hugged you back.

“Alright, Vincent will get ya somethin’ to eat and then ya’ll talk” Bo decided. You were too tired to protest anyways.

You called for Jonesy and followed him as he guided you to the house. You felt like you could finally breathe once you entered your home and you settled at the kitchen table.

“Ya betta stay here” Bo warned you, but it wasn’t like you were going to run away from Ambrose. You petted your dog and smiled down at her. She brought you some comfort as she stayed close to you, as if she knew. Meanwhile, Bo opened the basement door. He called for Vincent who seemed to be deaf for a moment, until Bo added, quite exasperated by his brother’s attitude, you were home. Vincent was upstairs in a flash. But his excitement turned into worry when he saw you. He knelt by your side and gently stroked your face, silently asking you what was wrong. You shook your head, as you weren’t certain how you could tell them, or even if it was a good idea to talk to it.

“’m fine,’m just hungry” you said. Vincent got up and went to the fridge to get some ingredients. He started to cook for you and you were really grateful your brothers were always eager to take care of you. It wasn’t often you indulged them into fussing around you. Bo sat in front of you, staring at you as if he was trying to read your mind.

“So?” he insisted.

“Ya said food first” you countered back. He groaned in annoyance but didn’t push the subject.

Vincent settled in no time a good meal in front of you before sitting next to you. You thanked him before eating with appetite. Once you were done, you leaned onto the chair and relaxed. You closed your eyes and you could even pretend that everything was alright. Vincent gently took your hand in his and brought it to his masked lips. You looked back at him before sighing. The twins were tense and very focused on you. You felt like you wouldn’t be able to escape them, and you were too tired for that.

“’s just a guy” you finally said and Bo arched an eyebrow.

“Did he hurt ya?” he asked

“Well, not physically… not yet” you replied and you could tell the twins weren’t taking too kindly what you were saying.

“So he threatened ya. Alright, what did he say?” Bo continued. You looked away.

“Doesn’t matter” you tried to defend yourself.

“Why are ya here, Y/N?” he added and Vincent sent him a disapproving look. Bo sounded rude and his twin didn’t want him to scare you off. Bo just didn’t know how to stay calm when his darling sister was telling him someone was harassing her.

“’m just feelin’ safer here…”

“Oh so ya think he could truly hurt ya” he said, getting darker and darker.

“I don’t wanna ya to kill him! What if the cops found their way down Ambrose!” you exclaimed, because it was the only reason you didn’t want to tell them. It calmed down the twins a lot and they moved closer to you. Vincent slightly removed his mask so he could kiss your fingers and Bo gave you his signature smile.

“Give your big brothers some more credits, love” he replied. You rolled your eyes at him.

“He’s my boss’ son. I refused to go out with him and now he is followin’ me and tellin’ me he’ll sexual abuse me” you finally said it. Bo’s smile fell instantly and was replaced with true and pure rage. You could tell Vincent was only better at hiding it, but he was feeling the same way than his twin. The man was dead for sure now.

Bo was about to ask some more questions, but got interrupted. You jumped a little when Bo’s phone suddenly rang. You watched him frown before answering it.

“What’s up Lester?” he asked and listened very carefully to his kid brother. He hummed and hung up.

“Is Les okay?” you said, hoping everything was fine. Bo only nodded.

“Hey, love, how about ya go get some rest, hmm? We’ll continue this discussion once Lester’ll be here too” he said. You were quite surprised, but you were glad you didn’t have to keep talking about it. You were about to start crying again.

Vincent guided you upstairs and helped you settle into your bed. Jonesy laid down at your feet, like a guard dog. You thought that the whole household was actually overprotective of you, but in the moment, you didn’t mind. Vincent removed his mask to kiss your forehead as a silent promise you were safe. You watched him leave your room, and then you instantly fell asleep.

You woke up hours later to the sound of your brothers quietly chatting downstairs. You took a shower before joining them downstairs. You were feeling a lot better than when you first arrived. You found the boys in the living room and sat next to Bo on the couch. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder to have you closer before kissing your temple. Lester brightly smiled at you and Vincent offered you some cookies that just finished being baked. You stayed silent, enjoying the quiet moment when it hit you: your brothers were all too calm and relaxed.

“What’s goin’ on?” you asked and the twins shrugged, as if to say ‘oh but nothing, everything is alright’, so you stared at Lester. He looked down at the ground before spilling out.

“A man was lookin’ for ya earlier” he said and you tensed but Bo shushed you. “He said ya owe him and all kinds of weird stuff, so… hmm… so we talked to him” Lester didn’t know what to say as he didn’t want to say something that would trigger you.

“Ya killed him?” you asked Bo who nodded

“Just keepin’ you all safe, love” he replied

“Ya won’t turn him into a wax sculpture, right? I don’t wanna stumble into him one day…” you said to Vincent who quickly shook his head before gesturing toward Lester.

“He’s in the pit already” Lester promised and you fully relaxed against Bo’s side.

You stayed silent for a few moments as you needed to process all that information.

“Well thank ya I guess” you finally said to your brothers.

“We saved ya and all ya givin’ us is a ‘Thank ya I guess’?” Bo teased, but only because he was in a good mood now. Vincent shook his head in disapproval once again and Lester rolled his eyes, not impressed either.

You thought about it, and you believed Bo was right, for once.

“Thank ya and I promise I’ll come back home every weekend. Betta?” you offered and by the bright smile appearing on their three faces, you could tell that yes, it was indeed better.

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RE Boys Overprotective of Reader

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A/N: . . . Oops, I kinda did fics instead of headcannons. If you want me to still do the headcannons, let me know. lol

Leon

"I can do it, Leon," you said with a sigh. "It's just a bus ride from work. I've done it hundreds of times before you and I were even talking."

"I'm sorry, I don't like you taking the bus," Leon said over the phone. "It makes me anxious that you're on there alone and anything could happen."

"I told you to stop watching 'Speed' if it's going to make you like this," you said, chuckling at his exasperated huff.

"You know what I mean and it's not because I keep watching 'Speed.' I keep watching it because Keanu Reeves is an underrated actor and his chemistry with Sandra Bullock is amazing," Leon said. You could just see the smile tugging at his lips as he was starting to ease up on you.

"I will text you at each stop, there's only two, and when I get home, okay?" You said as you boarded the bus, swiping your metro card before taking a seat.

"What if I meet you at the first stop? I can get off work in the next five minutes and meet you there so you don't have to take the full ride," he said.

"Leon, it's okay. I'll be fine. It's just the bus, one of the safest ways to travel," you said, getting a bit irritated that he wouldn't let up. Being protective was one thing, but this was going to a whole new level. "What is up with you? You sound like you've read every horror story about public transit and think it's the devil."

"I just. . . Look, please text me at each stop and when you get home. Please?" He voice was tight, worrying you a bit.

"Le, what's going on?" You asked softly, taking a seat by a window. "You're a protective guy, but this is going overboard, even for you."

"Work," he said. "I can't talk about it. Right now at least, but just please keep me updated."

"How about this," you said, wanting to help ease his mind. "I'll stay on the line with you for the entire ride, it's only half an hour, okay? We don't have to talk, but you'll know I'm okay on the ride."

"Thank you," Leon said with a deep sigh. "Hey, I love you."

"I love you too, dork," you said with a soft giggle.

Chris

"Who is that?" One of your friends asks, looking over your shoulder.

Not two hours ago you had kissed your boyfriend goodbye for the evening to go pub crawling with your friends that you hadn't seen in years. Time had gotten away from you all, but the planets and stars had aligned to allow you all to meet up at the dingy side of town that had the best places to get cheap drinks and less crowds.

Chris had said he'd be busy with work so it worked out for you two to have separate evening plans. Of course you didn't tell him which bars you were going to, he would have insisted on coming just to be 'present' and that would have killed the mood with you and your friends. You loved him dearly and knew he could be over protective at times, but you just wanted to have some fun with abandonment.

Maybe dance on a table or two while your friends cheered you on or got into mischief, all with a sober driver of course.

But by the time you got to the second bar, you had a strange feeling of being watched. It wasn't enough to freak you out and a quick glance around told you that there wasn't anyone being creepy or lurking so you ignored it. Until your friend had that look of interest and lust, pointing to someone at the bar across the room.

Turning around, you nearly lost it.

"Ignore him," you said curtly, turning back to face your friends, knowing that once you spotted him, Chris would expect you to come over. Icing him out a bit was the least he was owed.

"Why? He's hot as fuck and probably kisses hard," your friend said with a giggle.

"Because he's my soon to be ex-boyfriend if he comes over here," you hissed, earning looks from the table. Never let it be said that your friends weren't good. Once you made it clear who it was and why you were peeved, they took note and ignored him completely.

Your group continued talking, ordering more drinks to spite your silent watcher. Finally unable to hold it any longer, you got up to use the restroom. You were definitely tipsy, swaying a bit as you walked, but not too far gone by any means. Finishing your business, you exited the toilet to find Chris leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Were you not pissed, both drunk and angry, you would have tried to flirt as a joke.

"Can I help you?" You asked, sighing as you mirrored his position.

"You didn't say you were coming to this side of town," he said.

"Yeah, because I knew you would do this," you said, rolling your eyes. "Go home Chris. I'm out with friends having some fun. We're in a group, we have a sober driver, and we're not getting messy drunk."

"Except you're in the sketchy part of town. You know I hate coming here," he said, standing up straight with his hands on his hips.

"Then why are you here? I don't hate it here, you're making yourself miserable doing this," you hissed. "Go home. I'll message when we're heading back."

"I don't like leaving you here on your own. Too many things could go wrong so easily," he said, eyeing someone who was passing by to use the restroom.

"I'm not on my own! God, I hate it when you do this," you snapped, throwing your hands in the air. "You get over protective and smothering and it pisses me off!"

"You don't want me caring about you then? Is that what this is?" Chris snapped back.

Never let it be said that you and Chris were complete opposites. The similarities brought you together, but also made you two butt heads on occasion. You were both stubborn and didn't back down when you thought you were right. While he was physically imposing, you didn't let it intimidate you one bit. While others might see this giant of a man looking dangerous as you two glared at one another, you knew he would never do anything to hurt you.

"I want to have fun with my friends on my own. We are fine and safe and I don't want you following us around like some stalker/Batman wannabe. I give you your space and trust you, why don't you do the same for me?"

"I trust you, but it's everyone else that I don't," he said.

"Then that's something you have to deal with and not force on me," you said, shaking your head. "I'm going back to my friends now, go home."

Chris was quiet a moment before sighing heavily.

"Fine, but message me if you leave the bar to go to another," he said, relaxing his shoulders a bit. "Please?"

"Of course," you said, patting him on the chest. "I love you, go home you big nerd."

"Love you too," he said with a snort, rolling his eyes before leaning in for a quick kiss. "I'll see you at home."

Another quick kiss and he was gone. Sighing in relief, you watched him leave before going back to your group of friends who had been watching the whole thing.

"Do we need to gang up on him with pool noodles?" A friend asked.

"I would say yes, but he left," you said with a chuckle. "Now, who wants shots?"

Carlos

"Hey cutie, how's it going?"

You looked up from the book you were reading the back of to see a fairly attractive man smiling at you in the same row of books. It was a later summer afternoon and you were waiting for your boyfriend to get off work so you figured an ice coffee and book browsing as a good way to kill the time. A quick text let him know where you were when he came to meet up with you for dinner.

"Excuse me?" You said, looking at him a little confused. Was he talking to you?

"How's it going?" He asked again, taking a step closer. It wasn't exactly intimidating, he was still almost three feet away and wasn't being too rude. Calling you 'cutie' was weird, but not exactly the worst offense.

"Oh, uh, it's going," you said, giving him a polite smile and nod before looking back at the book you had in your hand.

"You know, the author of that one is coming out with the finale book of the series this fall," he said, inching closer. Again, not that threatening. He kept his arms close to his own body, didn't raise his voice, or even look anywhere else other than your face. Were you not in a relationship you might have been open to the conversation more.

"Oh yeah? Cool," you said, putting the book back to look at another. While he wasn't setting off any alarms, you figured he would get the hint that you didn't want to really talk to him. Short answers that weren't open ended, not keeping eye contact, etc. You could be bad at social cues as well sometimes, so you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

"What kind of coffee is that?" He asked, turning to look at the shelves as he moved closer.

"Um, not sure. I asked for something special with caramel and the barista made it. You could probably ask them and find out," you said with a shrug, taking a step to the side to distance yourself.

"I'll have to do that," he said with a chuckle. "What books do you like?"

"Just. . . Books," you said, getting more irritated than nervous. "I just like reading whatever. I'm just killing time till my boyfriend gets off work." There, maybe he'll understand that.

"Oh yeah? Is he running late or something? You've been here a while," he said, earning a look. You narrowed your eyes at him, ready to throw hands when there was a deep voice clearing their throat behind you.

"No, he's here," Carlos said, standing directly behind you. You didn't have to see his face to know he was pissed. While he wasn't a jealous man, Carlos was protective. He would let you take care of yourself up to a point and right then was that point. "But thanks for the concern."

The guy whipped his head to look at Carlos, realizing how much bigger the other was and decided to cut his loses and run.

"Sorry," the guy mumbled, putting a book back as he nearly fell over himself to get away.

"Good job, probably made him pee himself," you said with a snicker.

"Good, maybe he'll learn some fucking manner," Carlos grumbled, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close for a kiss. "Has he been bothering you for long?"

"Naw, just like five minutes or something," you said with a shrug, giving him a peck on the lips. "I was handling it fine."

"Till he wasn't taking the hint," Carlos said, staying close as he could. He'd seen others flirt with you and watch you shoot them down without a problem, it was when they didn't understand that you didn't want them that he took action and offense. "He said you had been here a while. Fucker was watching you the whole damn time."

"Easy Tiger," you said, patting his chest. "He's a harmless guy that got scared off by a few words and a big guy. Probably not the sharpest tool in the shed, but harmless."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it," Carlos said as you two began to walk towards the front of the store. "I'm gonna let the staff know. That's weird as hell and I don't like it."

"Carlos," you said with a sigh, but knew he wouldn't be talked out of it. Not only was he protective of you, but anyone else who might need it. You loved that quality in him, but sometimes he went too far.

On the way out, he stopped a staff member to let them know about the guy, getting a thanks in return before seeing the workers have a short huddle.

"You just gotta save everyone," you said with a snort.

"Hey, it's my job, baby," he said, giving you a smile as you two headed towards your awaiting dinner.

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[mx-kamisato]

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[seyvrn-sands]

@mocha-bunbun @bardisipatos @mx-kamisato @raincxtter

@eenie-teenieweenie and @yuzuricebun you beloveds know who you are <333

[raincxtter]

@cxlrosii @tiredsleep @dawndelion-winery @caracalia @myluvkeiji @sea-of-dandelions @heizoussidebadonkers @kokocoral @cryo-locket @cerasus–flores @ghostly-march @hamausagi

[cxlrose]

awjsdfhkfls yoonie ;;

@cryo-locket @tiredsleep @ilyelan @astrxealis (aster, ily btw <3 /p) @dawndelion-winery @myluvkeiji @ghostly-march @manager-of-the-pudding-bank @mocha-bunbun im giving a forehead kiss to all of u 

[ghostly-march]

alshwkdj ;-;

@c02z @stellumi @kokocoral :DD

[kokocoral-deactivated20220811]

crying and screaming omg

@raincxtter <3 @sweetxochaco @pluvioprinz @kuki-bar

[sweetxochaco]

awww thank you sending this back to you!

@kurokawabf @siluc @miikoos @yjwonz @hoshiikos @eleiwitch @shydestinykryptonite @ghostly-march @cxlrosii @astrxealis @astralwaifu @mocha-bunbun @ilyelan @kaminari-s @uxavity @saintmonty @xienn and the rest of my mutuals!!!

[drunkwalkhomecore-deactivated20]

Omlll😭😭

@plus-all-my-clothes-would-fit @ad15124 @loverrr-girl @wtf-is-reality @zahra1357 @candleliights @eleiwitch @end-gxme @nymphadorathebubba @valiantsheepsoul @bitchstfu134 @foxydivaxx and the rest of my mutuals

[nomnomingwillow-deactivated2022]

all of my mutuals mwah <3

[lord-angelfish]

@trials-era-sam, @bitchfacesammy, @demonicsoulmates, @anarchyforcanon, @luminescent-chorus, @supernatural4life2022, @sastielsfandom (we’re not mutuals, but still), @castielinanutshell, @birdgirl1772, @samastrophe, @uglyredturtleneck, @the-gray-ghosty, @lorileopard and very many more I don’t feel like tagging LMAO

[the-gray-ghosty]

@birdgirl1772 @itdobecannon @moostiel @brotherwives @samastrophe @boykingofhellsupremacy @thatdumbassthot @incest-is-wincest @frostysfrenzy @fae-and-night @fandom-hoarder @trippin-over-my-fandoms and many more!! Love all you crazy Sam stans <3

[everybuddiewantssome]

OMG SO MANY

First of all love you Gray!!

@electracomplexdean @jellybracelet my newest friends

My csi gang @coping-via-clint-eastwood @mr-red-dead-yeehaw @blownawcy @ani-seven-shots @borg-queer @space-helen @fandomismymiddlename @panchostokes @jencsi

And of course @donttelltheelff @whimsical-daydreams @zackcollins @stuffycrookshanks @svgurl410 @itdobecannon @howiehamlin

I’m definitely missing some I love y'all

[morrison-the-ii-deactivated2024]

Lmao a lot of the above, plus a few more

@st-jimmysidiot @bagelboys-withcreamcheese @jjack-ass

[bagelboys-withcreamcheese]

@mr-red-dead-yeehaw *uno reverse*

@cheshire-reblog @roamingthemilkyway @tinybubblesyay

[cheshire-reblog]

Me to y’all @bagelboys-withcreamcheese, @calibri-cross

[calibri-crossies]

Ahhhhhhhhh gonna tag you back buddy!!

@cheshire-reblog