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I’ve seen a lot of headcannons on the Sinclair brothers in high school and here’s my take on them:

Bo Sinclair

I don’t think Bo was popular AT ALL.

He’s the kid that gets in fights all the time, disrespectful to teachers + peers, and just doesn’t give a shit whatsoever about anything.

He’s super smart though. He never does his work but he understands what’s going on. I think he was a naturally gifted kid, didn’t have to try in school to get good grades, probably could have been in the top of his class. He probably tried to use his grades when he was younger to get his parents attention but when that didn’t happen, he just gave up.

Along with being smart, I think he’s also pretty good at art too. I feel like if Trudy gave Bo as much attention as she gave Vincent and his art, Bo could have been just as good as Vincent. But since Trudy neglected Bo and his interests, he kinda gave up on it. Thought that it really wasn’t good enough.

His favorite class was probably math. I know most people would think shop but i really think he’d like math.

I think he did play sports in high school, or at least tried to. His temper got him kicked off most of the teams. Out of all the sports he played though, I think he probably enjoyed wrestling. It was a sport where he could get on the mat and all he had to focus on for a few minutes was getting a pin and scoring points. No thoughts about home or his parents, just the sport.

He probably didn’t have many girlfriends in high school. I feel like his whole demeanor in school kind out girls off so he didn’t get much action till high school was over.

I think the one teacher to actually like him was the librarian. The librarian probably knew about how Vincent was favorited and they felt like he was misunderstood. He probably ate lunch in there too since it was quiet and no one was around. He’d even help shelf books and things like that.

I don’t think Bo really had friends. Sure he’d hangout with the douchebag jocks, but it was never more than being friendly and cracking a joke here and there.

Probably started smoking bc of them.

Wanted to be an electrician and would read any books he could find on it while eating lunch in the library. ( That’s why the town still has power and everything works electrical wise down there. )

Vincent Sinclair

I’m gonna say it, Vincent was probably popular. He’s the kid that’s nice to everyone, teachers love him, and he’s always willing to lend a hand.

He was on student council. He helped make decorations for the dances and design the class shirts.

He did get bullied a little in school, only by certain kids, but I feel like he got through school pretty unscathed.

Like Bo, Vincent really didn’t have any true friends. Sure he was friendly with people, and would eat lunch with them sometime, but they weren’t super close.

Vincent had a lot of pressure put on him by Trudy. He always felt like his every move was being watched. As the “gold child”, Vincent felt like he had a lot to live up to.

Vincent was average in school. He wasn’t terribly bad but he wasn’t a child prodigy either. He had to study, things didn’t come easy to him, but he got good grades.

He HATED high school art. When he signed up, he thought we he’d be able to create whatever he wanted, but when he got into class and realized he had to follow assignment rules and didn’t get to have as much creative liberty as he would like, he dropped the class.

His favorite class would have to be English. I can see him liking the classics they had to read in class and would often go home and draw the scenes from the books. His favorites are To Kill a Mockingbird and Mice of Men. He cried while reading both of them.

I’m guessing Bo and him went to high school during the 80s/90s? But i think they both dressed somewhat similar, in that twin way that most parents dress their young children. Probably band t-shirts, pearl snap shirts (since they’re from a rural small town), and jeans. Vincent would have a turtle neck or sweater thrown in there somewhere though.

Vincent wanted to be an art teacher, so that kids wouldn’t have to get projects with little room to take creative liberty.

He drew comics for the school newspaper.

He took french. Just look at him. He DEFINITELY took french.

Also like Bo, he’s very awkward with girls. Not as much as Bo. He’s just shy and i think he doesn’t realize when someone hits on him.

Lester Sinclair

He’s no different than he was in the high school.

He was very much the class clown. Cracked jokes in class all the time and definitely planned the senior prank.

Unlike his older brothers, he had lots of friends. He had one or two super close friends but he got along with everyone.

No one was a stranger to him. He got along with people so well that when a new student came, he was asked to show them around.

He’s also very much like abi when it comes to school. He’s super smart but plays himself down to make people laugh.

HATED math class. Didn’t like the material, didn’t like the teacher, thought he was super creepy bc he flirted with all the female students.

Wore Vincent and Bo’s hand-me-downs.

He played soccer in school. I can see him play forward/striker. He’s super fast and very aggressive.

Unlike his brothers, he’s a ladies man. Always had a date to dances, always had a girl fawning over him. He’s funny and nice, true southern gentleman.

Favorite class was science. Loved learning about how things work, why things are the way they are.

If you looked in his senior yearbook, he’s on almost every page.

Wanted to be a park ranger. I don’t have to explain why, it fits him so well.

Went to parties all the time. He was the life of them too. He smoked pot a couple times too. Still does to this day just to relax.

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Tommy smiling, that’s the post 🖤

god, kurt kunkle is such a fucking whimpy, weak, pathetic, no-good, attention-whore loser.

and i really wanna fuck his brains out.

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watched the lost boys 1987

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The Lost Boys x GN Reader

Laughter and screams of joy filled your ears as you walk along the broad walk, breathing in the humid salt water air. The sound of your sandals clacking against the board walk lulls you into a sense of ease, exciting you for the new beginnings ahead of you.

Santa Carla wasn’t your top pick for places to live. Hell, with a name like “Murder Capital of the World”, it would be no one’s first choice, but something drew you here. Maybe it was the cheap tuition of the university in the town over, the warm weather, or the new sense of freedom that came with graduating high school and starting your life. Whatever it was it didn’t matter at the moment, because the feeling of the salty air tussling up your hair and the bright lights of the rides around you made you fee euphoric.

Stopping at the railing of the board walk, you looked down to the beach, watching the lone couples who walked barefoot in the sand holding hands. You smiled to yourself and you raised your gaze to look at the ocean, the moon reflecting its silver light across the water in ripples as the waves pushed them to meet the shore. Turning around, you scan the shops around you and find one that peaks your interest. Making your way to the store, the sound of a low rumble echoed across the board walk causing you to jump. You turned to find three blondes and one brunette riding their bikes through the crowds of people, laughing as they jumped to get out of their way.

Shit. They’re blocking the door.

While the men did give you an uneasy feeling, you’re want to look in the shop suppressed the anxious turn of your stomach. As you approached two of the men, both blondes, were playfully fight each other. The brunette and one other blonde were leaning against their bikes, snickering at the other two. As you approach though, they lifted their gazes to meet yours. Your skin crawled as their eyes narrowed in on you. Their gazes devoured you, making you feel like nothing but a piece of meat.

Swallowing down the fear that began to overwhelm you, you shoot the boys a polite smile as you tried to squeeze your way around them.

“Excuse me..”

You had successfully made your way through them, letting out a sigh. Just as you thought your interaction with them came to an end, one of them called out to you.

“Haven’t seen you around here before.” You turned around to meet the man’s eyes as your skin began to prickle with goose bumps. The first thing you noticed about him was his blonde mullet, which had no doubt been obtained by bleaching.

“Yeah, you new around here babe?” Your eyes flicked over to another blonde, you looked like he was trying to impersonate Dee Snider.

“Uh yeah, I am,” you said, trying to keep your reply short, hoping it would end the conversation.

“Looks like you need someone to show you around. Why don’t we help you babe?”

“Uh no, that’s okay, I’m fine really-“

An arm came around your shoulders and pulled you into someone. You looked up and made eye with a full head of blonde curls. “Don’t worry,” he purred, “we don’t bite.” The rest of them laughed at this as they began to walk, pulling you along with them.

“How rude of us boys, we didn’t even introduce ourselves!” called out the bleach blonde mullet. “I’m David,” he replied. “This is Paul, Marko, and Dwayne.”

You looked up at the one named Dwayne, who you forgot was even there. He had been so quiet the whole time you didn’t even notice the way he’d been staring at you, like he was looking right through you. You shivered.

Maybe you should have stayed home tonight.

Ah, yes. My favorite duo in scream