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finally watched this movie yesterday (my first cronenberg movie ever i think) and man...
The Fly (1986) dir. David Cronenberg
so it looks like i didn't have to make this poll 3 days long bc i think i've already gotten my definitive answer lmfao
i wanna write and post something soon(ish) but idk what exactly to work on
i decided since jack delroy doesn't have much of a proper back story, i'd make one up for him! kinda... these are just a few headcanons i came up with for him.
this is my first time writing headcanons or pretty much anything fandom related so please bear with me. also constructive criticism is appreciated. (also please be nice to me lol)
jack loves doo-wop. one of his favorite songs is ‘i only have eyes for you’ by the flamingos
he has a fairly decent relationship with his parents but he’s probably slightly closer to his mom (though, he isn’t exactly a mama’s boy)
has two sisters; one younger, one older. they’re really close and consider each other best friends, always have
had a phase where he didn’t talk he was younger, wrote in notebooks instead
(had a phase where he) hated getting his hair cut by strangers so his mom and older sister learned to cut it for him
got sick a lot as a child, spent a lot of that time reading comics and drawing
was always the entertainer of the family, they knew he’d make something of himself one day
has always loved the nighttime, prefers it over the day. he was always fascinated by the moon and stars. bonded with his mom and his aunt over it. his love and interest over the moon and stars only increased as he grew older. likes to spend as much time as he can awake at night just to stare outside
his favorite subjects in school were english, science, and history. he and his dad bonded over english. his dad would give him different books of different genres to read. he ends up enjoying darker authors like edgar allan poe
gets closer to his dad as he gets older (as close as he is with mom, maybe even slightly more than that)
We are the weirdos, mister.
The Craft (1996) dir Andrew Fleming
here's a short list of headcanons i came up with for eddie and his weird girlfriend. i felt like the weird girls were underrepresented so i decided to write something for us lol
also i didn't specify a time for this. i was thinking the eighties when i wrote this bc i'm into that decade but you can read this with whatever time you're more comfortable with
so, eddie’s got this girlfriend. you. a freak like him and his friends; but not so much in the same way. while they nerd out on dungeons & dragons and lord of the rings (at least he does), you nerd out on horror movies and death.
you’re so interested in it all. the movies are a comfort for you. a home you didn’t have. a belonging. with various stories and characters and the people behind them all. you can feel the love there.
and death is just beautiful to you. doesn’t scare you much like it does other people. you find cemeteries calming, so you hang out there a lot.
you aren’t very squeamish either, you’re alright with blood. fascinated by it, too. so most people find you weird. but not eddie’s friends. and DEFINITELY not eddie. he’s into horror too, but he’s fascinated with your fascination with the macabre.
you’ve been called goth many times before but you’re not sure if you are, you’re not really good with labels. you’re just… you. and you just happen to love black.
and eddie adores it all. encourages it. he’ll plan picnics in cemeteries for you. he’ll buy you trinkets from antique or oddity shops as often as he can when he has the money.
so you’ve got various animal skulls and vintage jewelry (and who knows what else) all over your house.
if he doesn’t have the money, he’ll make you something himself. cards in the shape of bats or coffins or teeth or anything else like that.
he loves coming to your house and seeing all the flowers (especially red roses) wilted or slowly wilting away and placed all over the place.
he loves that you kept at least one flower from your first date in a scrapbook and he loves it even more that the rest of them rest on your nightstand.
thank you @storiesbyrhi for helping me out with this a little. and thank you to anyone and everyone who may read this and even like this! i'm pretty new to writing in this way. usually i write poems (i say very loosely) about my life and the way i'm feeling, etc. so please, bear with me lol
alright so i probably should've mentioned that the x reader fic will be for the weird girls bc there isn't enough out there for us (at least that i've found). obviously anyone and everyone is welcome to read whatever i come up with but this is just a heads up.
btw by weird girls, i mean girls like lisa swallows (lisa frankenstein), the girlies from the craft (1996), ginger and brigitte fitzgerald (ginger snaps), etc. if you're not into that, then i totally get it lol
Sacred heart mace
and since i can't do that right now, i think i'll try writing some headcanons for jack delroy bc not enough people are writing for him and i think that should be a crime lol
just started trying to get back into writing my fic and i'm still stuck so i guess it isn't quite time to revisit that lol sorry
(an edit i made back in march) from my tiktok if you even care
this was originally going to be a list of headcanons but writing for a jock is actually hard. so, i decided to write a little backstory and i think i got a little carried away so now i guess its a mix of headcanons and a drabble or something????? idk i'm not that great with fanfic lingo. sorry
also!!!! like the eddie one, i didn't specify a time for this. again i was thinking the eighties when i wrote this bc i'm into that decade but you can read this with whatever time you're more comfortable with lol. anyway, enjoy
you’re steve’s girlfriend. who would’ve thought? definitely neither of the two of you. the jock and the weird girl? an unlikely couple. fortunately, after high school, steve’s friend group broadened. obviously, he befriended eddie – and in extension, also befriended the members of corroded coffin. the band is actually how the two of you met.
the two of you had met at a show at the hideout. you had been about three people away from each other when you caught his eye. you were banging your head to nearly every song and he’d grow increasingly concerned for your neck and head. at some point when you stopped, he noticed you wearing an animal bone for an earring. he was immediately intrigued. after the show, he tried to find you but had no luck in doing so. so, he met up with the band backstage. that’s when eddie introduced the two of you.
after that, you two were pretty much inseparable.
though, it must be said that your relationship was pretty awkward at first. when he visited your house for the first time, he noticed your collection of animal bones carefully placed around various rooms, reminding him of the earring you wore the night you two met. he uncomfortably asked about them and you noticed how uneasy he was acting so you gently explained your fascination with death and how you thought animal bones were beautiful and that’s why you had them displayed around your home.
you’d go on dates to antique stores and he’d constantly ask why you wanted to buy and collect old things when you could just get it all brand new. said it all looked nicer too. and you had to explain that you wanted the things in your home to have history. And character. and you liked the look of older things anyway.
about a year into your relationship, you asked for a vile of his blood and you swore you saw him shiver at your question. and of course, he asked why you wanted it. you told him that you wanted to make it a necklace so you could keep a part of him with you whenever you weren’t together. and with steve being such a romantic, his heart melted and he agreed.
whenever you two would go thrift shopping, he’d try helping you pick out clothes to buy. with the two of you having vastly different tastes in almost everything, it was a little difficult. but you appreciated the gesture anyway.
sometimes, things went well and he’d find something that fit with everything else you wore, though sometimes the colors weren’t always right. so, the two of you would go home and dye said clothes either black or red or purple – which he says he likes best on you.