HaroldsLag

SLASHERS/HORROR

• After Work Cuddles • Bubba Sawyer x Reader • ONESHOT

• Bubba Sawyer x Reader • HEADCANONS

• Bubba Sawyer x Cleaner!Reader • HEADCANONS

• Bubba Sawyer x Artist!Reader • HEADCANONS

• Thomas Hewitt • HEADCANONS

• Hours and Hours • Thomas Hewitt x Reader • ONESHOT

• Thomas Hewitt x Cleaner!Reader • HEADCANONS

• Thomas Hewitt x Sick!Reader • HEADCANONS

• ⚠️Nubbins Sawyer x Reader • HEADCANONS⚠️

• Reader Putting the Toddler Sawyer Brothers to Bed • HEADCANONS

• Naps with the Sawyer Brothers • HEADCANONS

• Art the Clown x Reader • HEADCANONS

• Confetti • Art the Clown x Reader • ONESHOT

• Art Steals a Cat For You • Art the Clown x Reader • HEADCANONS

• Jason Voorhees x Reader • HEADCANONS

• Bear Hug • Reader x Jason Voorhees • ONESHOT

• Brahms Heelshire x Reader • HEADCANONS

• Take Care • Brahms Heelshire x Reader • ONESHOT

• Patrick Bateman x Reader • HEADCANONS

• Taking Care of Hyde • Jekyll and Hyde • ONESHOT

• Modern AU • Jekyll and Hyde • HEADCANONS

• GN!Ghostface x Chubby!Reader • ONESHOT

• Blood Sucker • Ben (Apex) x Reader • ONESHOT

• Ben (Apex) x Reader • HEADCANONS

• Trade? • Ben (Apex) x Reader • ONESHOT

• Consent • Jason Voorhees x Bubba Sawyer • ONESHOT

SHREDDER TMNT

• Reader x Shredder Headcanons

• Sleeping in Bed Together

• Doing His Makeup + Skincare

• Cold Shredder

• Pregnant Reader

• After Baby is Born

• Silly Goofy Headcanons

• Cooking Together

• Reader Forces Shredder to Play Games

• Yoga Together

• Reading with Shredder

• Fem!Shredder

• Shredder Sees Reader in Sexy Outfit

• Reader Who Loves Korean Actors/Idols

• Shredder x Korean Actor!Reader

• Shredder with an Injury

DCU + MCU

• Home - Harley Quinn

• Harley Quinn x Reader Headcanons

• Dating the Joker

• Dating Poison Ivy

• Catwoman x Reader Headcanons

• Loki and Thor With Pets - Headcanons

ANIME

• Dabi with a Pet Cat

• Birthday Festivities - Shigaraki x Reader - Imagine

• The Raid - Shigaraki x Reader

• Reader Finds Shigaraki First - Hero!Shigaraki AU

• Biting - Overhaul x Reader - Oneshot

• Mahito with a Pet Cat

• Dating Ryuk and/or Rem

• Near with Fem!Parental!Reader

Bubba’s heart raced. There was something he desperately wanted to do—had been fantasising at night of doing—and he was devising a plan on how to make it happen. Jason could feel something was coming but he had no idea what to expect, imagining a blood bath could ensue. In a sudden motion, Bubba stood up, sending the chair to the floor, slamming his hands down. Jason jumped out of his skin but had no means of exiting his seat just yet. There was a kitchen counter right behind him and the space was too awkward for his reflexes to kick in. As Bubba raced around the table, grabbing its top almost animalistically, Jason finally found the nerve to stand up. There were no weapons around, not even a glass to smash. Unless he smashed a window…

Bubba grabbed the chest of Jason’s shirt with both hands, pushing him back into the wall while simultaneously pulling him into himself. He wanted to go in for a sloppy kiss but forgot to pucker up and instead left his mouth hanging open, moans of expectancy falling out with his tongue. Jason almost let it happen—he kind of wanted to—because at least this was better than violence. Maybe he had wanted to do the same thing at times, just not right now. Jason’s back hit the wall and window with a thud, the glass rattling under his broad torso.

Jason’s right hand grabbed as much of Bubba’s collar as he could, bunching and wrinkling it under his scared fingers, and pushed it away from himself, basically punching Bubba in doing so. Bubba’s hands flew away from the other, at first going to surrender in the air, but then clenching Jason’s wrist in fear. He was scared of getting hurt by his passion, and also hurting his passion. A squeal of guilt escape Sawyer’s lips, an inky feeling washing over him. Voorhees gritted his teeth, his hands now trembling. They stared at each other for a moment as their heart raced depleted and the tears stopped filling their eyes. Finally, after what felt like forever, Jason let go. His hand dropped down but stared at his defence just in case. He slowly but surely shook his head, “No.”

Bubba’s cheeks flushed red and once again, he was grateful he wore his mask. To cover his shame. To hide his ugliness. He looked down but still nodded. Jason turned his head to the side, staring at a Sawyer family picture on the wall. He didn’t care what picture he looked at, he just needed to recuperate his thoughts. After a moment, he blew air out of his nose and turned back to Bubba, grabbing his attention again. A grey, cold hand planted itself on Bubba’s shoulder, increasing his heart rate again. Bubba tilted his head ever so slightly, asking for more, and Jason nodded. Sawyer’s hands gently found their way to Jason’s cheeks, which would stay covered by the hockey mask. Voorhees kept his hand firmly on Bubba’s shoulder while the artist leaned in, just to make himself feel more secure. Bubba understood.

This time, he remembered what to do with his mouth. He had practiced enough times with the magazines his brothers brought home, and his brothers told him he did just fine. Maybe he would do so fine that Jason would love him back. He kissed the spot Jason’s mouth would be beyond the mask and continued that until he felt satisfied. He wanted more, and was willing to push his luck. His hands crept their way down Jason’s neck, chest, and around his sides. Meanwhile, the camper kept his grip on that shoulder—it helped ground him in this moment. His breath hitched as Bubba’s body pressed against his own, but he was okay with this for now.

Bubba still wanted more, like in his night fantasies. His kisses diverted more towards Jason’s neck, and Jason had enough. He pulled back, leaving the kisses empty with space. Sawyer felt a pang of guilt but tried to ignore it. This time, he didn’t have to be pushed away to be told no, which meant he was doing better. He stepped back, allowing Jason to breathe. And to breathe, he needed. His face was hot and the mask suctioned in places that were starting to hurt. Jason wanted more for himself, but he couldn’t bear the idea of intimacy just yet, if ever. An idea struck him, and he decided he would leave after executing it.

He gestured for Bubba to turn around, and so he did. Briskly, Jason stomped over to the calendar hanging on the wall, next to the fridge, and pointed at the 31st. This would mark their next meet up. Bubba nodded furiously, excitedly. This meant they were still friends. And now, Jason stepped closer to Bubba. He put his hands at chest level, making a “stay there” signal. Bubba nodded again, more curious this time. Voorhees stepped behind Sawyer and fiddled to take his mask off, placing it on the wooden table. Bubba was becoming eager, thinking he knew exactly what that sound meant.

Jason placed his hands on Bubba’s shoulders and the artist was ready to turn around, but stopped when he realised that’s not what this touch meant. It was to steady the both of them, prepare them in a way. Slowly, cautiously, Jason sauntered his hands down Bubba’s chest, having to inch closer to do so. He was going to give as much physical touch as he could handle. Bubba was literally buzzing the excitement, almost feeling light headed. He wanted nothing more than to explore his friend’s body, and yet his friend was doing all the work for him.

As Jason’s hands had now crept under Bubba’s arms and around his chest, his softly pressed his cracked lips to Bubba’s neck. Air choked Bubba for a split second and he was sent straight to sensory paradise. A small lick travelled up his neck and towards his ear, the way couples always did at Camp Crystal Lake. Jason tasted the salty skin, not because it was pleasurable for him, but because he wanted these experiences and he wanted them with someone he trusted. That someone was Bubba. More kisses planted themselves around Bubba’s nape and shoulder and jaw line, yet he never got to see the true face of who was leaving them. The feeling of these hands and lips, and the warns torsos pressed together, satisfied him enough. Suddenly, all of those were pulled away and the buckling of masks belts jingled in his ears. He turned around just in time to see Jason exiting, letting a yelp of surprise and mourning escape his throat. He was worried Jason became uncomfortable again, but he decided to forgive himself until the 31st.

Jason wasn’t uncomfortable. He just understood his own limits and was raised to listen to his gut before anything else. If he was up for it, then on the 31st, Bubba and Jason would do a little more exploring together. Alone. In the woods. Against everyone else’s wishes. Just the two of them, in solitude, and in passion.

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Not proof read, hopefully this is good

I hope I don’t say their names too often, could you tell I tried to break it up by using their last names and occupations?? 😭😭

Only for it to never end up working out. As of right now, you moped about in your chair on a hot Aussie summer’s day, sweating your hair out. Your head lay in your folded arms on the kiosk table, the soft white cloth soothing your hot arms. There was enough space on the table for you to lay your head because you’ve slowly given up on filling the table with products; nobody cared to buy them.

Nobody cared about small businesses, not even food-related ones. Doesn’t everybody love food? Every day, potential customers walked past without sparing so much as a glance. Hope was becoming futile.

Footsteps approached, and you couldn’t even lift your head. What was the point? Those footsteps were going to fade away in a few seconds. Except they didn’t.

“Mornin’,” a gruff voice chirped. You hesitated for a moment, then finally processed what was happening. Your head swung up, back straightening, smile truer than ever. “Hi! How can I help you?”

“I just noticed you seemed a bit down on your luck. You been here long?” His eyes were so sweet, his smile gorgeous. You wanted to be awestruck but business distracted you.

“Hah, only every other day!” You hoped that would land well and didn’t sound depressing, but it was indeed the latter. His smile wavered for a moment, then refreshed itself. “Yeah well, I also own a small food business.” He held up a plastic bag of beef jerky, the words ‘Jenno’s Jerky’ sprawled across it. You cocked your head to the side, intrigued.

“Sounds pretty cool, it looks good too.” His smile widened, eyes softening in endearment. “Naw shucks. I was wondering if you wanted to trade?”

“Trade?”

“Yeah, trade. Like for free, but we still get something in return. We do it all the time at the markets, helps encourage customers to give us some lovin’.”

At first, this felt like a silly idea. Neither of you were being paid. The more you thought about it, though, it would build a connection you’d never had before in such a small town. An ally. And you get free jerky. And you can finally get a product taken off this sweaty kiosk table.

The further the thought processed, the more embarrassed you almost felt. Such a handsome guy offering you free food, expecting some in return, and you have nothing to show that it’s worthy enough. Even your whole set up was starting to feel infantile.

He watched your face go through so many emotions and figured it was lack of confidence, and probably suspicion. He didn’t like suspicion. “Come on now, don’t be nervous. It’s an innocent trade, I’m not selling you out to the mafia over desserts and jerky.” He laughed. A kind, hearty laugh, but not too much. Just enough. It was like a guardian angel sent to bring you flowers and guidance.

“You know what? What the hell, why not? Pick what you want from the table,” you gestured towards your display with one hand and reached the other hand towards his bag of jerky.

“Ayyy, there ya go.” He dropped the bag in your palm and scanned the display. He gave it a long, hard thought. A genuine thinker. Genuine. He cares, and he’s showing he cares. He seems too good to be true, as an infatuation and a business partner. He grabbed a paper bag of sugar cookies at the end of the table, ripped it open, and sniffed. “Gahh, these smell amazing! I’d try all of this if I could, y’know.”

Your cheeks blossomed ever so slightly. “Haha, thank you.” You decided you should return the favour while he’s still standing here. Unzipping the plastic bag, the smell of the jerky hit you. It was a little funky, but that’s probably to be expected. Taking a bite out of one of the jerky shreds, your heart melted. It tasted lovely, or as lovely as jerky could get. “Wow! You make this yourself? You’re amazing,” you gleed as he chomped away at one of your own cookies.

“Yes, I sure do. Cut it, dry it, hang it away from the flies for a few weeks.”

“You must get a lot of business then, cause this stuff is so good,” you chewed away at the rest of the stick as the conversation continued. You felt so inferior to him; he’s clearly had so more experience in this game than you.

His smile dropped by a mile, but wasn’t a complete frown. “Nahh. Nobody likes the sound of mon-industrial produced jerky. Not even my best mates like to help a guy out most of the time. I’m sure their dogs aren missing out, though.” His demeanour changed, became less friendly.

“Oh. I’m sorry about that. If it helps, nobody helps me out either, other than my family and closest friends of course. But sometimes… it just doesn’t feel the same.” He nodded along, his smile increasing centimetre by centimetre. It almost felt like a bonding moment.

“Yeah. I get that.” Silence fell over the both of you for a moment, but a comfortable silence.

“Well, thanks for the trade and chat! This won’t be the last you see of me, that’s for sure!” He started to walk back towards his car. This didn’t feel right, something felt like it was missing, although maybe you’re just not used to the feeling of a slightly emptier table display. Something took over you.

“Wait!” He stopped dead in his tracks, turning back to you with a funny look on his face that said, “Dramatic much?”

“I, uhh… Just wanted to see if I could get your…” You trailed off, realising how silly this felt. His neck extended forward, a knowing yet expecting expression taking hold. You were becoming more confident, and he liked that. “…number?”

He paused, a grin at his lips, pretending to think this over. “Yeah. Why not?”

He searched his back pocket for a paper or pen but to no avail. You scrambled to look for one of each, knowing you had been playing crossword puzzles earlier that morning whilst waiting for attention from pedestrians. Finally, you found something. A pen with cute faces and animals on it, and a notepad with matching characters printed on the cover. Your whole face tinted red as you extended them to him and he chuckled, acknowledging that everything about this must have a shock to the system for you.

He wrote his number and email on the paper; the email clearly for business inquiries and the number clearly because he liked you. But did he like like you? Or just as a friend? Did you really like like him? It was such a small interaction, but provided so much meaning and progress. Your heart swelled as you tried to memorise it, even knowing you were going to magnet this to the fridge. You looked up to find him walking, almost sauntering, away. The urge to call him back over one last time was painful, but you held back, not wanting to make a fool of yourself.

Throughout the day, you snacked on the jerky, your spirits lifted. But boy, does jerky normally taste like this? Wonder what his special ingredient is, if there is one.

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I didn’t intend for this one to be so corny but content is content, amiright?! 💔💔

• He loves the feeling of his teeth being touched. He sits there rubbing his finger tips along the tops of his teeth — he must enjoy the pressure of it. He likes it if you do the same to him; he’ll even brush his teeth if you ask him to.

• He spots lies very easily and he has access to research that not a lot of people know about. So bullshitting him lowkey never works. Although if he suspects you’re lying to hide a surprise for anything or anyone, he just keeps it to himself.

• He’s not the best at comforting people when they’re sad, but he’s pretty good when it comes to being scared or sick. When they get sad, he finds it hard not to crack jokes or stare at them blankly. Whereas, when they’re scared, he knows how to be very grounding warm. When you’re sick, he knows all of the best herbology and practices to make you feel better.

• On the days he’s not working or exploring (or torturing), he does enjoy lazing around with you. He doesn’t mind if it’s in a house or in the bush. Although if you go to relax in the bush, he will spend a lot of the time in the water and will take every chance to splash you.

• Yes, you have seen him tanning butt booty naked.

• If you’re an adventurous and energetic person, you guys are perfect for each other. He will look into every extreme activity possible that you guys can do together, as long as your travels don’t last too long. He does need to keep the ‘business’ alive and secret.

• If you’re more of a quiet and in-doors person, you guys probably aren’t the greatest fit for each other and probably won’t see each other as much as most couples would. If you’re willing to be more out-doors-y and try new things, he would be thrilled.

• He’s a lot more of a dog person. Cats are always standoff-ish towards him. A lot of dogs have been able to sense his evil aura, but the ones that don’t notice or don’t care always love him.

• The absolute funkiest music and movie taste. We already know he enjoys The Chemical Brothers and Trabant; the rest of his playlists are so unique and fun and sometimes kind of unnerving. His movie taste is also very obscure. Movie nights with him is like a game of “how long into this movie can I get before needing to vomit up all of this popcorn because of how disturbing it gets?”

• He, of course, loves horror and thriller movies, or just any kind of survival movie.

• Definitely a summer guy, not a fan of the other seasons. Maybe sometimes spring when Australia’s spring isn’t insanely two-faced. He’d love to cuddle up with you during winter and autumn nights, especially next to a fire.

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Is this enough headcanons for now? 😅 More are on the way of course!!!!

Sometimes you would come across new area you hadn’t seen before, then every other moment felt like running circles back to the checkpoint from three checkpoints ago. You had endured an egregious amount of stumbles, trips, falls, head whiplashes; the whole package.

Just now, you’ve come into a small clearing where the grass was pretty dead. Maybe camp fires? Maybe Ben’s camp fires? He’s been here too often, or lured people here too often. You need to leave this spot immediately.

It wasn’t until this very moment that an epiphany hit you like an arrow — all of those missing posters at the rangers station. All of those disappearances. Who better than a cannibal to commit such atrocities?

An arrow struck the tree right next to your ear, nicking it. There was no time to process the blood trickling down your jaw when you flung yourself tumbling down a hill, rocks and logs battering you the whole way down. As silly as you may have looked, this was probably the quickest decent you could’ve managed.

Finally, as you came to stop at the edge of the river bank, one last slam into the sand is what caused you to black out. Maybe minutes passed, maybe seconds. You awoke to the sound of Ben rushing towards you, gracefully treading down the hill, a complete juxtaposition to would you experienced.

You heavily rolled yourself onto your back, immediately regretting it as the sun blinded you from behind drying leaves. You groaned defeatedly as he dropped to his knees beside you, placing the crossbow behind him. He knelt over you, hands pressed into the sand either side of your head, face grinning down at you victoriously. “Did it hurt?”

After a few seconds, all you could manage to respond with was a cough and a, “Huh?”

“When you fell down that hill?” He laughed in your face.

That tumble knocked all of the wind and adrenaline out of your system. Your body no longer recognised that you had been caught by your inevitable death, and your brain wasn’t willing enough to figure out a plan of escape. Tears filled your eyes as you accepted defeat, lip quivering, whimpers to be hurt. “Please. Please, I’ll do anything. Let me go, just let me go, just let me go! I won’t tell anyone, I promise, just let me go!” You pleaded in vain, being forced to watch him straddle your torso as he relaxed on his knees.

His rough hands gently cradled your bruised cheeks, lifting your head. “It’s okay, shhh, it’s okay.” he whispered continuously, a softer expression taking over. Your hands weakly reached up to grab his wrists, not really caring to pry his hands away. His thumbs swiped across your cheeks, seemingly playing with tears.

“You’re so precious, you know. Like a little baby taking its first step and its first fall. I could almost eat you up.” He flashed his smile, sending shivers across your body as you remember the shark teeth lying beneath those dentures. The caressing of his finger tips was almost putting you back into unconsciousness, your burning eyes feeling droopy.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep on me now! That would be cheating.” He released your face, letting your head hit the sand bank again, a wave of pressure flowing over your brain lobes. He grabbed your right wrist and brought it closer to his face for inspection; they had both been heavily cut and scratched up during the entirely of the chase. Ben flicked his tongue out to moisten his lips as he turned your wrist this way and that. “We need to get you cleaned up…”

Before you knew it, your fingers were entering his warm, wet mouth. He was sucking the blood from your injuries, letting out small moans of pleasure. Every time he let his tongue un-attach from your skin, he guided your fingers to graze his fake teeth, putting pressure against his real teeth. Then it straight back to lathering his tongue across your index and middle finger.

It was only when he decided to swap from your middle and index finger to your middle and ring fingers that you awoke from an almost hypnotised state. He was ever so slightly rocking his hips back and forth, grinding your lower back into the ground further. Your legs trembled, but no longer out of fear. More like out of anticipation. He was getting way too into this, and apparently, so were you.

Your fingers twitched to life inside his mouth; your fingertips drawing tiny circles against the back of his tongue. He gagged for a moment, then started to like it. He became messier, sloppier about it. His mouth was not longer suctioned to your fingers, but instead lapping at them like a hungry mutt. Your entire hand was covered in desperate saliva. With every lick, small amounts of bright blood seeped their way back to the surface of your skin.

In an instant, he let your hand drop involuntarily across your ribs as his own hands planted either side of your head again. His face was closer than earlier, breath more metallic smelling. He glared longingly at your soft lips. “May I?” It was a genuine. It took a moment for you to actually process it, but eventually, you gave a nod.

His thick hands supported your hand and neck upwards as his lips descended against yours — well, one lip of yours. You felt his tongue flicking over and over one particular spot that caused tiny tinges of spicy pain. You had a wound on your lip and he was fully draining the blood out of that spot. It satisfied your earlier thirst for him, having his lips move against yours in such a ferocious format.

It seems pretty safe to say you guys were flirting at some point throughout your initial acquaintance.

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3. Any time Ben or Sasha have control over the other and are actively scaring/abusing them, they reassure them with “It’s okay.”

4. Tommy’s death and Ben’s death.

Extra bits I noticed:

1. You know how jerky usually says what animal it comes from? Jenno’s Jerky doesn’t list an animal because it is in fact Jenno’s jerky. As in. Jenno was the first. That jerky IS Jenno and everyone else after her.

2. Currently analysing Frankenstein in class and we talked about certain Freudian theories… I do sort of notice some Freudian tendencies in Ben with the way he talks about his mum and Sasha and the way he acts more childish when Sasha has power over him. I might just be crazy and stupid idk

3. When we’re first introduced to Ben in the gas station, Mel says, “Here’s trouble.” We’ve already met the hunters who are later presented as if they’re the main villains. Mel saying “Here’s trouble” already tells us that the biggest threat (apex predator) only just arrived and that the big scary hunters have nothing on Ben.

4. “When he fell, he was dragging both of us off the mountain” she says literally AS a tear rolls down the side of her face

5. Sasha used what I assume is actual pepper spray to defend herself from Ben, but carrying pepper spray is illegal in Australia. Maybe the laws are different depending on each state or if you enter more bushland, which would make sense.

Theories I Have

• He’s a little prone to accidentally making the injury worse during the healing process, either because he gets too cocky or just straight up forgets he’s injured

• He has trained himself to be semi-ambidextrous because in the event his dominant hand is injured. This also just generally helps him do things with one hand no matter which hand it is.

• If he can avoid using mobility aid like wheelchairs, crutches, canes, etc., he will at all costs. Sometimes he leans on other people and pretends he’s purposely trying to intimidate them or other people around him.

• Every single time he gets a diagnosis, EVEN WITH VIDUSL X-RAY EVIDENCE, he STAYS in denial. “That’s barely a scratch.” “That’s actually 40 minor fractures in one bone. This singular bone is holding on by a thread. We haven’t even discussed the other 205 bones in your body.”

• He likes to keep track of his very specific injuries. He’ll ask for the exact medical terms of his four leg fractures and have someone take note of them. Why does he do this? So he can research it later and become the expert on those terms and therefore be smarter than everyone else. Don’t forget, HE’S not the one doing the reading… his scientists are doing it for him and just reiterating what they understood to him so he can take ALL of the credit.

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Inspired by my wrist fractures from yesterday 😛😛😛

• He’ll spray it with perfume or sprinkle shimmer over it to see if that makes it more appealing - it does a little bit to be honest

• He enjoys some music while you guys work - maybe nothing too loud and boisterous, might remind him of his brothers too much 😭😭

• Your artworks will be stained with the stench of corpses so just be weary

• If you don’t like your pieces to be meddled with, you need to set strict boundaries with him about it. You will need even stricter boundaries with the other residents of the house as they are much less understanding of the art industry. Bubba is pretty hands on and inspects stuff very carefully, so just let him know it’s a hands-off zone 🙇‍♀️

• He loves any of your artworks that feature darker stories and tones, makes him feel at home. Any of your more whimsical works have him in awe, like he’s reading a fantasy book

• You guys are constantly rearranging the art room around to fit your works. You often offer to start selling a few of your less precious works to make space and earn a bit more money — Drayton prefers you didn’t in the event that it draws attention back to the home, he doesn’t want that

• He’s made a lot of masks for you to paint on, especially for you to practice makeup on if you’re int special effects, face painting, or just general makeup skills

• Years ago, he got you to make a plaster head (yes, you had to use a victim’s head for the process) so that it was easier for him to shape his masks. It has indeed made crafting a lot easier

• You both really enjoy arts and crafts together. It could turn out the crappiest piece of butt you’ve ever created, but the memory you shared together was nice enough to make up for it

• If you make music, he puts your songs on REPEAT. Whether you’re at home or not, he will listen to it over and over and over and over and over and over and over again and will NEVER get sick of it. The others might — not because it’s bad music, but because the repetition is driving them nuts. Chop Top loves to sit with you while you work and always gives you ideas, and sometimes unsolicited advice, but nobody questions if you actually use the ideas or not.

• Bubba freaking loves when you draw or paint on him. It makes his skin tingly and sometimes makes him sleepy. There’s very few times where he takes his mask off and lets you do his makeup on his actual skin, but he never regrets doing it

• All of the household residents go to you two when clothes and furniture needs some sewing done. There’s an old sewing machine that’s available, but you try to hand sew more often so the machine doesn’t wither away after a week’s use…

• Bubba loves when you crochet him gifts. Plushies and sweaters are EXTREMELY welcome. You’ve crocheted and knitted many blankets and sweaters for Grandpa too

• Bubba has indeed tried to crochet gifts for you too but has failed many times. His hands are just very fumbly and sweaty 😅

• He lowkey also takes inspo from your works and often borders on plagiarism but doesn’t really understand what plagiarism is

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