Stavo Acosta

[sketchystavo]

pinkxperfection‌:

Betty had originally thought about coming to Hell Fest as Nancy Drew, but seeing as that was the kind of clothes she seemed to wear on a regular basis, she decided to change it up a bit.  It was for Halloween after all and people were supposed to go big when they dressed up right?  She dressed up as Harley Quinn instead, doing her makeup and putting her hair into pigtails.  She’d gotten several double takes as well as some comments.  Currently she was standing in line waiting for food at one of the concession stands.  She was reading over the list of items, trying to figure out what the food actually was versus it’s horror name.  “Because simply saying corn dogs would totally take away from this place.” She said to herself, rolling her eyes.  

Stavo always had a thing for blondes, especially blondes that were out of his league. It made the game of cat and mouse more satisfying for him. It was the same reason why he loved murder. He could pick any person in a room that he wants, even if they think he’s creepy, stalk them, break them down, be there for them, and then trick them into trusting him. Which was just so much better than hiding in the shadows. Stavo never killed anyone aside from his best friend and a few animals around his old neighborhood, but he liked imagining he could break someone’s neck at a moments notice. It really got him into the mind of a serial killer, and did wonders for his novel. “Personally, I enjoy the names. Freddy’s French Fries? With or without the blood... Calling ketchup blood isn’t very creative, but it’s still awesome.” 

[sketchystavo]

slprescott:

In a hurry to go find Tate, Sidney had fallen victim to the crowds, the costumes, the horror, and the fact that her heart was racing a mile a minute with panic over not being able to spot her best friend. In the process, Sidney wasn’t paying attention when she dodged out of two teenagers way in an effort to avoid them chasing after each other. She wasn’t sure, but it looked like one was supposed to be Godzilla and his girlfriend was perhaps, his next victim. Either way, Sidney moved off to the side and in the process was pushed into Stavo as he was looking up at one of the rides and observing it. “Sorry,” Sidney apologized out of natural habit more so than anything. When she caught onto the other’s creepy, one-worded response, her brows pulled together in confusion. “I’m sorry?” She wasn’t sure what he was calling Poetic. Their encounter or something else entirely. 

“Uhg.” Stavo grunted as someone bumped into him. He wasn’t expecting it, too focused on his work at hand which was now ruined because the line had been smeared across the screen. However, he still managed to wrap one muscular arm around the girl’s waist before she could fall along with his pen which was now being shuffled under the feet of Hell Fest’s party goers. Instead of asking the girl if she was okay, Stavo just stared at her. He knew who she was. Not right away, but the pieces clicked together after the adrenaline simmered. She was Maureen Prescott’s daughter. The very one who found her lifeless body, all bloody and gutted open. What Stavo wouldn’t give to have seen that up close and personal. The pictures he found of her through the dark web didn’t do it justice, he was sure of it. 

“...Sidney Prescott.” Stavo said finally after unraveling his arm from the girl’s stomach. He looked her in the eyes and smiled as she apologized for bumping into him and then again as a way to beg his pardon. “No. I’m sorry. For staring. But you’re beautiful.” Beautiful and you look like your dead mother. “Sorry. I recognize you from uh, well you know. You’re kind of a celebrity around here. But you’re all grown up now.” They were the same age, but Stavo was more used to seeing the 10-year-old girl he studied through pictures and articles online. 

[audreynoah]

He actually saw Piper’s accomplice. (x)

[sketchystavo]

Personally, Stavo couldn’t wait for Hell Fest. He’d been looking forward to it all week, so when the gates opened, and the young adults came pouring inside, Stavo was one of them, with his sketch tablet tucked beneath his arm. It may have been in poor taste, but Stavo was dressed as a grim reaper as he observed the crowds of people, deciding which one would die next for his novel. There were so many people and so many possibilities. His dark, hooded eyes look up, focusing on the roller coaster, while drawing a collision on his pad. It was a little too Final Destination 3 for him, but the aesthetic was beautiful. All that blood, all those screams...The fantasy had his heart pumping, adrenaline rushing, and his muse rocketing. That guy gets his head torn off, that girl gets impaled by a rail, ooooh! and her! she flies through the open air and cracks her skull open on the hard ground. No one even notices the deaths at first, too busy screaming and running by the imitation. “Poetic,” Stavo mumbles to himself. 

[sketchystavo]

brookemads:

“You’re blackmailing me?” Brooke spluttered with instant aghast. So basically… Stavo was implying that if she didn’t “hang out” with him tonight at the movies then he’d tell her dad she was still with Jake and their cover would be blown. But, if she does go, he’ll keep his creepy mouth shut. There were tons of reasons on why Brooke shouldn’t go anywhere with Stavo. For starters, she didn’t want to. Second, Jake wouldn’t want her to. Third, she didn’t really like horror movies. And fourth, she still didn’t want to. At the same time, she couldn’t have Stavo opening his big mouth to her dad. Jake’s shady antics haven’t really improved and so Brooke’s hopes of convincing Quinn that he’s changed from the boy who blackmailed him and broke his nose, would be extremely difficult if not impossible. Quinn hated how much Jake constantly put himself and his daughter in danger just by being around her. “Why would you do that?” Brooke questioned him, while crossing her arms over her chest. What would Stavo have to gain out of helping her sneak around behind her father’s back with Jake? What’s in it for him other than Brooke pretending to get along with him? She could pretend to be his friend but nothing more. “I don’t know though, I’d have to think about it. I might already have plans tonight." 

“It’s not blackmail, drama queen. Consider it us doing each other a favor. My father has me on a tight leash and he wants us to get along. Your father wants the same thing. Why make things harder for either one of us? If the election goes well, my father promised me a car. I’m the only person in town who’s over thirteen and still riding a bike.” Stavo sighed, leaning his head back. It wasn’t really about the bike or the car, or even the election. It was about Brooke. She kept calling him creepy and he wanted to prove to her, and himself, that he wasn’t. He could have a girl like Brooke if he really wanted to. It would just take the right moves, at the right time. “I’d cover for you because I know how hard it is being the only child of a politician. My dad moved me out here in the middle of the school year. I had to leave behind everything. It sucks.” And there was that sympathy card, his eyes drifted slowly to the ground, making it appear he was going through some stuff. When he looked back up, Brooke had her arms crossed again, earning his eyes to linger over her big chest. “Just think about it. I really think it would benefit the both of us.” Stavo smiled, slowly backing up out of her way to show a sign of retreat. 

[sketchystavo]

brookemads:

In retrospect, Brooke’s answer to Stavo’s question should have been –nothing. Stavo was usually very cordial. Or as cordial as he could be. Whatever darkness was hidden beneath the surface of his visage, he never showed, not to her. But, Brooke didn’t appreciate the way their father’s kept pushing them together like some estranged, arranged marriage. Brooke was secretly in love with Jake and that wasn’t going to change. No matter how hard her dad tried to get her to warm up to other options. Options like Stavo, who didn’t interest Brooke. Sure, he was okay. Maybe? To be honest, Brooke didn’t really know him and she’s never intended on getting to know him either. Jake hated Stavo and by association, Brooke hated him too. That was just one way she was loyal to her boyfriend. Whom Stavo miraculously brought up. She should have said ‘yes’ to keep her cover perfectly in tact. But, she couldn’t do that because she couldn’t give Stavo the impression that she was available. Better yet, she didn’t want to give him that impression. But she couldn’t say no either because then Stavo would run and tell her dad and her and Jake’s secret rendezvous relationship would be toast. Quinn would lock her up before he allowed her to go out and ever meet up with Jake again. So, Brooke decided to go with the middle option. The elusive, you’ll never know option. “That’s none of your business,” Brooke quipped as she raised a hand over her hip. “So, when my dad asks you the same question, feel free to tell him the same thing." 

“Hey, I’m just asking.” Gustavo shrugged with a sigh of relief because her answer was more informative than she probably intended for it to be. If the blonde wasn’t with Jake than she would have just said so, but instead she deflected, which suggested she was still with that jocky meathead. Stavo didn’t understand their relationship in the first place. Jake was an immature moron who would go no where after college. Sure, he might get to play basketball for a few years, but after that? He’ll just be another washed up drunk, asleep on a la-z-boy, balding and with a gut. Stavo, however, was going to be a famous illustrator for horror graphic novels. The Mysterious of Deadwood will be a soaring, success; he had a high amount of faith in that. The murders just kept coming, one after another; it’ll make the perfect series. “I will. I’ll do you one better, princess. I’ll tell Quinn you’ve been a dutiful daughter and welcomed me warmly. If, you hang out with me tonight. I don’t know anyone here. I shouldn’t have gone in your bedroom. That won’t happen again. But we’re both stuck in this together. Our dads are the same. They’re pushy, hopeful, determined, expectant... Why not play along for awhile? And if you and Jake are still together. I’ll help you hide him.” Stavo gave one of his friendlier smiles as he reached out to touch the girl’s shoulder. “How about the movies? There’s that new Halloween movie. It’s supposed to awesome.”  

[sketchystavo]

fosterthenoah:

“Well there are lots of kinds of moments I mean there are romantic ones and friendly ones and scary ones and I yeah ha ha I didn’t really think that you meant that.” He replied, rubbing the back of his neck and feeling more awkward than usual.  “Brooke?  Uh thank again.  She’s off the market.” Noah replied, not knowing what was going on between her and Stavo, but he knew that she was pretty much in love with Jake.  “Oh yeah I think I remember seeing that in the office.  Um actually I’m the only one here right now and unfortunately I don’t have a real say in the hiring.  That would have to be up to Randy or his dad.” He said, running a hand through his hair.  “You’re riding a bike?  He wouldn’t even give you like his old car or anything?  Well I’ll talk to Randy and let him know you stopped by, but I can’t make any promises.” He said, not sure if they actually were hiring anyone at the moment.  “Are you still drawing comics?” Noah asked, thinking he remembered the other drawing up some interesting things. 

“You sound nervous.” Stavo smirked. He just thought it was weird. Noah could rope in an entire class with his theories and never so much as stutter, the same on his podcasts, he’s as cool as a cucumber, but now here he was, stammering like an awkward teenager. “Don’t worry about it.” he tapped his hand on the counter, still being nosy as he looked at the shipments behind the counter. Maybe one day his graphic novel will be in one of those boxes. “Off the market? That’s not what her father tells me. Apparently, they broke up. His wishes. He must not have mattered much to her if she ended things just because her daddy told her to. It’s not like she’s twelve and without a choice.” Stavo leaned forward and nibbled at the corner of his mouth, “Our fathers are working together on the election. I’ll be staying at her house. Trust me when I tell you this, Noah. She’ll cave..” one way or another, she’ll cave. “—Randy? Ugh. He doesn’t like me. We had some tension last year. Can you please put in a good word for me? I need this.” Stavo looked up from the figurines encased below and tried for a friendly smile. “—I am, actually. I’m considering finishing the one I started last year. It’s called The Murder Mysteries of Deadwood. It’s going to be a graphic novel, though, not a comic book. This town has stories to tell, man, and I want to tell them. I could always use a partner?” 

[sketchystavo]

fosterthenoah:

“Should I?  You look a little familiar.” He said, looking the other over and paying a bit more attention to him.  “A moment? I…oh that kind of moment.” He said, chuckling as he had originally thought he’d meant something kind of romantic at first.  Then it hit him, he recalled the conversation and after a moment had a name.  “Right, yes, Stavo right?  I remember now.  Though I don’t know that putting me in my place is the right word for it.  We simply had a discussion of theories.” He said, remembering how worked up he’d gotten during the so called discussion.  Noah also didn’t like admitting he was wrong.  He thought he’d caught the reference and chuckled.  “No body parts if that’s what you’re thinking.  Just some new merchandise for the store.” 

Stavo was now full on offended as Noah continued to draw a blank. He thought they hit it off? At least, sorta? Maybe not. “Yeah, what other kind of moment is there?” Stavo licked his lips before chuckling and that’s when he noticed Noah’s eyes drift onto the wetness of his mouth. Ohhhh that kind of moment? No. “Oh. No. Nothing sexual. If I can be honest with you, I have my eyes on a pretty little blonde who goes by the name Brooke Maddox. We’ve been playing this cat and mouse game for about a year. I’m really starting to work her down.” Stavo shrugged a little. He was sure Noah didn’t care. Or maybe he did? Comic shops could get pretty lonely after awhile. There wasn’t a whole lot of cool people left in this town. Mainly, stupid jocks and cheerleaders. Stavo was just glad someone was finally targeting them. In his eyes, they deserved it. “Speaking of merchandise, I put in an app about three days ago online. Is there a manager? Or like, could you interview me or something? I’d really like to spend as much time as I can away from my father’s business. Plus, I could use the cash. My father thinks it’s important I work my way up, like him. Which means I’m broke and riding a bike.” 

[sketchystavo]

brookemads:

“Ha!” Brooke mock-laughed, though without any real amusement at all. She wasn’t going anywhere with Stavo. Regardless of whether her dad dragged her to this banquet by her hair or not. Brooke would rather shave it off than stomach a night on Stavo’s arm. “I know what a banquet is,” Brooke hissed. Did he think she lived under a rock? Obviously she didn’t. She’s been at this whole-having a parent in politics thing, a lot longer than he has. His dad wasn’t even the governer yet. There was still a 50% chance he’d lose and she’d get rid of Stavo for good. Though, knowing her dad, that wouldn’t be the case. Failure wasn’t an option. Not if Quinn could help it. He’d pay people off to get what he wants before he lost. “He wouldn’t do that,” Brooke argued as she crossed her arms over her chest. Would he? They barely even knew the Acostas. “Get up,” Brooke demanded, before she stomped her foot like a petulant child and let out a rippling, aggravated scream that ruptured hoarsely from her throat. “No way! Not happening! Absolutely not!” Brooke huffed and she puffed as she left Stavo in her bedroom to run downstairs and confront her father. She didn’t care that he was in his study with Miguel, sharing cigars and spilling tea as Jake and her coined it forever ago. “Daddy, what the hell is going on? There’s an intruder in my bedroom. Make him leave!” She demanded. Quinn looked to Miguel, wide-eyed and apologetically, “You’ll have to excuse her. She’s been going through a rough time lately. Honey, calm down. I’ve invited the Acostas to stay. It’s just for a few days until they find a more manageable and permanent footing. There’s plenty of room. Please, don’t freak out. Besides, it’ll give you and Stavo a chance to get to know one another better.” Quinn smiled as he pinched Brooke’s nose cutely. She pushed his hand away in response and screamed again as she slammed the door shut to his study on her way out. She needed help. And the only person who would hate this arrangement more than her was Jake. So, out of everyone, he’d understand right? Therefore, Brooke texted him. And was in the middle of convincing him to meet up with her when Stavo appeared downstairs in the center foyer with her. “I don’t care what my dad says, you’re not staying so don’t get comfortable.”

As Brooke folded her arms across her chest, her boobs were slightly pushed up, making them more obvious, which Stavo took full advantage of. Brooke had a nice big rack for such a small, petite girl. Jake was lucky, but now his time has passed. And since Quinn wanted him to move in on his daughter, he will. Why not? Sure, she was bitchy and controlling, but how incredible would it feel when he finally puts her in her place? By the end of his visit, Brooke will have fallen for him, or have fucked him, at the very least. Either way, something was bound to happen with all this tension in the room. “Why are you so pissed?” Stavo sat up and sprinted toward the door as Brooke ran down the stairs like a bratty 10-year-old. What a tattletale. “Pff.” Stavo turned back around to get a nice look at Brooke’s bedroom one last time before he descended the stairs and met her in the foyer. She still looked pissed, which meant daddy didn’t listen to her. But Stavo already knew he wouldn’t. Business was more important than her broken onyx nail, so to speak. “Why do you insist on hating me, Brooke? What have I ever done to you?” Stavo neared closer, standing over her with his arms crossed. He expected Brooke to check out his sturdy muscles, but when she didn’t, his ego deflated. What was it going to take for him to melt the princess? Maybe if he acted more like her type—which was evidently, frat boy. Stavo would need to study Jake’s way. The way he speaks, the way he moves, and the way he interacts with Brooke. She misses him; so she’ll cling to any reincarnation. As a psychologist major, Stavo knew what he was thinking would work. “Just answer me this one question and I’ll get out of your hair. Are you and Jake really over?”  

[sketchystavo]

fosterthenoah:

The store had just gotten a few packages that morning and Noah had been going through some new merchandise when he heard the door open.  “Hey there, can I help you find anything?” He asked, looking over at the guy who’d just come in.  He took a couple of the new games and carried them over to put them on the empty spots he’d made for the new games to go.

“You don’t remember me?” Stavo sounded somewhat offended but more humored than anything else. He didn’t expect to be remembered. People thought he was weird because he would gawk and occasionally sketch someone dead. But it was Deadwood. How could he resist not finding inspiration here? All the great horror novelists need a muse, Stavo’s was here. This place: Murderville. “I was here last year for my father’s interest in politics. It was only for three months but we had a class. ...We had a moment by the lockers? A battle of the wits. I do believe I put the great Noah Foster in place, if only for a minute?” Stavo folded his arms over the counter, leaning forward to get a peep at the new merch. “What’s in the box?” Stavo asked, grinning slightly at the subtle movie reference. 

[sketchystavo]

brookemads:

Brooke was off doing what she does best when her heart’s been broken, (well, second best thing because the first was sex and she reserved that primarily for Jake) – which was, shopping. It beat getting drunk again like she did the night before with Audrey, after Jake showed up and then disappeared again. Brooke nursed her hangover with a special remedy her mother cooked up and Brooke learned when she was ten. Then, she left the house while ignoring her father’s requests to be home at a certain time. He arranged a little sit down with his buddy Miguel and a surprise for Brooke in the form of an old face. “Sorry Em,” Brooke apologized over the phone as she made her way towards her bedroom, “Maybe I can swing by later tonight? I have so much to tell you. I’ll bring our favorite,–” Brooke carried on, stopping once she noticed her door was open. “Hang on, I’ll have to call you back–” Before Emma could protest, Brooke ended the call and barged into her room. She expected to see Jake, as her heart swelled with relief and a rush of excitement. Maybe he finally came to his senses and was ready to apologize for real instead of making more excuses. But instead, she caught Stavo doing something weird with her hairbrush. “Ugh!” She scoffed, prior to dropping her bags and darting across the room. She snatched her hairbrush back from his grip and glared at him with disgust, “Creep! What the hell are you doing in my bedroom? Get out,” She hissed. She motioned to the door, as if helping Stavo find his way. Just in case he was too stupid and too blind to locate the door himself, “How’d you even get in here? What were you doing???”

Stavo wasn’t expecting to get caught but when he did, he felt this amazing rush thrill through him. “Don’t be so rude,” Stavo wagged a finger in front Brooke’s face before circling ‘round her like some bloodthirsty predator. He could smell the desperation on her, rolling off her hot body as he breathes her in with unsatisfied delight. She was expecting someone else, wasn’t she? But it couldn’t have been Jake, could it? Noooo. Both Miguel and Quinn promised Stavo that Jake was no longer a problem. But just to make sure, Stavo figured he’d ask the princess himself. “Expecting someone?” his hooded eyes drank her in like a cold drink on a hot day. He was sizing her up and wondering what would be hotter: killing her or fucking her ragged? Why not both? Stavo had the time. The Acostas were going to be in Redwood until the election was over which could be another couple of weeks. At first, Stavo hated the idea, but then he heard about Hell Fest and couldn’t wait. “Your father welcomed me. He told me to come find you. We’re supposed to coordinate outfits and all that stuff. You’ve heard of a banquet, right? We’re going. Together.” Stavo whispered; his declaration drenched in hot anticipation. “And you really should drop the whole creep thing. After all, we’re going to be spending a whole lot of time together. My father and I are back. And Quinn was gracious enough to invite me to stay, here, inside your home. Hope your bed is as comfy as it looks.” Stavo took a seat at the end and rubbed his rough hand over the spot next to him. “Sit.” he demanded.  He knew girls like her liked being told what to do. She didn’t want to be spoiled, her daddy does that enough. A girl like Brooke wants to be taken. 

[tolkobrien]

[sketchystavo]

Stavo was exploring town even though he’s been to Redwood before, about a year ago, when his father was running for Governor. Now Stavo was back with his father for the reelection of Mayor Maddox. So while he was here, he decided to check out his favorite comic book shop and grab a cup of hot chocolate which one was of his favorite things to drink in October. 

[sketchystavo]

@brookemads

It wasn’t Stavo’s idea to revisit Redwood with his father, Miguel; the governor of Texas, nor was it his choice — Stavo wasn’t given one as his father’s men practically kidnapped him from school and forced him into a private jet. His stay so far has been unpleasant to say the least, wandering around the Maddox estate while his father shared drinks with the mayor under the guise of a meeting. There wasn’t a meeting; just two drunken friends sharing a bottle of 3,000 dollar tequila. Miguel assured Stavo he would have fun and to go find Brooke, but so far he didn’t see her around. And quite honestly, he didn’t see the point. The last time his family was down, Brooke wasn’t very hospitable. It wasn’t like Stavo wanted to attend that fundraiser with her. Their father’s teamed up and forced it, and all she kept talking about the whole time was her stupid boyfriend, Jake. However, Quinn assured Stavo that would no longer be a problem as she was no longer with that boy. So Stavo decided to head upstairs and made a turn toward Brooke’s bedroom. It was pretty and pink and Stavo detested it. He hated popular, prissy girls, but they were fun to fuck with. And he wouldn’t mind fucking her as a way to show his dominance over her. It would certainly teach her not to label him a creep which was what she called him a year ago when she caught him drawing a picture of a headless guard named Henry. He worked for Stavo’s father and he despised him. “Hm,” Stavo hummed as his fingers brushed over her hairbrush, and he pulled a few strands out to smell. Delicious. 

[skulandcrossbones]

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