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lebenspurpur · 1 year

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love languages

AN: i don't actually know if i ever did this, so i'm doing it now. sorry for the long hiatus, life is packed full of stuff, as usual. i hope you all had a peaceful christmas and an equally peaceful new year's eve.

summary: love languages of the slashers, both receiving and giving.

warnings: mentioned sex in Bo's, mentioned weed and alcohol in Otis', canon backstories of the slashers

slashers: Michael (RZ), Vincent, Bo and Lester, Brahms, Thomas, Otis and Baby, Jason, Josef and Amanda.

(𝕽𝖅) 𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕸𝖞𝖊𝖗𝖘

Giving

Gift giving and acts of service describe Michael's style of loving you perfectly. He may not be the most talkative, physically affective partner, but he's protective and creative.

The protectiveness shows when he takes care of problems you have, no matter how small. The sink needs fixing? He's on it. You need help lifting something heavy? He's ready to flex those muscles. A person at work is annoying you? Just say the word and he'll take care of them.

The creativity becomes visible in the little gifts that get more individual the longer you know him. In the beginning, he gifted you nearly everything he could find: some candy, a dead mouse, sometimes pretty rocks. As time passes, he spends more time on them. Now you get carved bones, self-made masks, he even picks flowers now and then!

Receiving

Michael would never, ever ask for this, but I'm convinced he loves physical touch as a love language. It doesn't even have to be a big thing, Mikey already enjoys you stitching him up when he got hurt again. His personal heaven, though? You, laying on his chest while watching a hilariously bad horror movie and eating some take-out.

𝖁𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

Giving

Totally quality time. It would be gifts, but Vincent's gifts are rarer than you'd expect. Most of the time, he gets too insecure and critical of the gift (mostly a drawing or a sculpture) which stops him from ever giving it to you.

Instead, he makes sure you're comfortable and safe in Ambrose. Whatever you want to do, Vincent will do it with you. Even if you just want to spend the day in bed and cuddle, he's absolutely down. Sometimes he organizes little dates for the two of you, where you can spend some time away from his brothers and the Sinclair residence. Especially after he was too focused on the museum for a while, cute dates are his way of apologizing.

Receiving

100% words of affirmation. While Vincent's childhood was filled with (mostly toxic) compliments, he hasn't heard them in a long, long time. And his little artist ego misses them dearly. It doesn't matter if you praise his art, or anything else, he loves it. He wants to hear how much you love him, that you'd never leave him. He can't relax without some reassuring words. The only compliments, he's sensitive about are the ones about his face.

𝕭𝖔 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

Giving

With Bo, it's actually acts of service. Sure, he's physically expressive as well, always down to touch and caress you, but does he know how to show love through that? No.

He rather focuses on providing for you, mostly by earning a little money to get by. He also prides himself by being the go-to man for reparations around the house.

Receiving

Just like his twin, it's words of affirmation. Unlike Vincent, Bo never got any praise in his early years. He's never known the feeling of being complimented for anything else but his body or his ability to fuck someone. And he doesn't know how much he needs it until you show up. (Imagine him wanting nothing more than to make you proud, so he gets some praise. Shut up, I'm not crying.)

𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

Giving

Oh, Lester loves to give gifts. He's super into crafting and collecting stuff he finds to make something new out of it. Stuff like bone necklaces, animals carved out of wood or self-made jewelry. They're always so beautiful, and you're sure he spends hours making them.

Though, during busy times, he has to content with a small bouquet of wildflowers he got for you. You're always excited anyway, no matter the size of the gift.

Receiving

I strongly believe one of Lester's dreams is a wholesome, domestic lifestyle with a spouse he can come home to. So it's acts of service. He loves coming home to a warm and comfortable home with you waiting for him. And if you cook him a meal? He's in heaven.

However, he also adores physical touch. Nothing is more relaxing than laying on your lap with your fingers in his hair.

𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖒𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖊

Giving

I think it's obvious that Brahms' love language is physical touch. He can not keep his hands off of you. And he doesn't care whether you're busy or not.

To cut him some slack, there's no slasher that knows how to be as comforting with touch as Brahms is. Plus, his hands are the softest.

Receiving

Who would've thought, it's still physical touch. In addition to that, words of affirmation. Brahms loves touching, and he loves being touched equally much. He also likes being praised, as we all know.

On a more serious note, Brahms needs your voice to ground himself pretty often. His entire life was filled with so many rules and restrictions, it's strange to be a free man suddenly. Praising him, complimenting him, reassuring him - it often saves him from spiraling into a melt-down when something goes wrong.

𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖙

Giving

Tommy prides himself as the provider of his family (because he is). Therefor, his love language is acts of service. He sews for you, he fixes things for you, he threatens Hoyt when he once again crosses a line. Thomas would do anything for you, really. His biggest fear is to be without you, and so he works hard to eradicate any chance of that ever happening.

Receiving

Thomas is so touch starved, he adores physical touch. Ever since he was born, people were too afraid or too disgusted to touch him, to even get close to him. The only exception was Luda Mae. He used to think he would die without knowing any loving touch.

And then you came around, and you're so affective, so sweet to him. Tommy doesn't think he deserves you, but whenever you touch him, he melts anyway.

𝕺𝖙𝖎𝖘 𝕯𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉

Giving

As surprising as it sounds, Otis' love language is giving gifts. Otis isn't good with words (don't get me wrong, he can hold speeches like a champ, but let's be honest, he'd rather bite his tongue off than say anything emotional), he's often rougher than he'd like, he's lazy and his past-time activities are... special. In his eyes, there's only one way to prove his adoration, and it's surprisingly well-chosen gifts.

Otis always seems to know what you're currently interested in or what you wanted for a while. When he hands you the gift, he brushes it off like it's nothing, even if you're getting super emotional, but you know he means well. (He steals them, by the way, I don't think he pays for anything ever.)

Receiving

Otis loves to spend time with you, so quality time. He's been alone for so long, it's refreshing to have someone beside him who actually enjoys his company. Sure, he has his family, but nothing compares to the presence of a significant other. He loves movie nights with the two of you, even better if they involve weed or alcohol.

𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖑𝖞

Giving

Spending quality time with you is one of her favorite ways to show her affection. It's up to you what the two of you are doing. Baby's down for doing each other's makeup, she's also down for robbing a bank. You have a lot of options.

Receiving

Baby loooooves getting gifts. It doesn't matter how expensive or big they are. Anything you decide to give to her is being cherished. Be it a lipstick you bought or a drawing of her, Baby will never forget it. Gifts make her feel so wanted, so spoiled.

𝕵𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖋

Giving

Josef is very, very good with words, especially words of affirmation. It's kind of ironic, given how awkward he can be.

But really, he's praise as a person. Josef loves to compliment and worship you. No matter what you did, he has to make sure you know how much he adores and cherishes you and how wonderful you are.

Receiving

As seen in Creep 2, Josef needs someone to spend quality time with. Doesn't matter if you're going for a walk or just enjoying a bath together (we all know what scene I'm talking about), just being around you makes him happy.

Nevertheless, we also see him being extremely touch-starved. Josef is aching for some physical touch, and if you give it to him, he'll cherish the ground you walk on.

𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖁𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖍𝖊𝖊𝖘

Giving

Jason is always proud to say he's a providing type of man. Acts of service are such an easy way for him to show his love. He hunts for the two of you, he cooks, he renovates, Jason is all about making your life as comfortable and easy-going as possible.

Receiving

Jason misses words of affirmation. Just tell him how strong and attractive he is, and the boy is blushing redder than anything you've ever seen before. Praise about his work (as in his cooking or certain fixes he made) make him swell with pride as well. He adores how tender your voice is when you talk with him.

𝕬𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌

Giving

In Amanda's eyes, making sure you're safe is her number one priority. She protects you, she gives you a comfortable life, free of any worries she could possibly get rid of. Her acts of service often contain getting rid of any evidence that traces you to her, but she loves the satisfaction of knowing that you're looked after.

Receiving

Amanda misses the simple sensation of having dinner with someone she loves, or watching a movie cuddled together. Spending quality time is very, very important to her, and she often neglects tasks she got from John, simply because she misses your company.

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backscratches · 1 year

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'Hey, Sweetheart' part 1

The Sinclair brothers x F!child!reader (platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of death, yelling, plans of killing, Slashers, obsession

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That morning Bo had been woken up by his younger brother, Lester. It had been a call to him about the tourists he saw heading down the road to a campside. One car, couple of people, an easy job.

Bo and Vincent hadn't had tourists in the town in a awhile so the preparations weren't hard. Later that day, at the night exactly. Bo went and blew their tires. He made sure that Lester was ready to escort the couple to the town the next day.

The next day Bo was fixing a car in his garage when a couple walked up to him. They looked like a normal married couple, nothing more to him anyway. But one thing caught his eye. The woman was carrying a baby on her back.

"Hey folks what can I do for yall?" Bo asked trying to be polite. The man told him that they needed couple of tires for their car down the road and that they were in a hurry.

Bo couldn't care less about their plans to see the socker game in the next state or anything else about them. So he directed the woman with her baby up to see the famous Trudy's House Of Wax while he and the husband looked at some tires.

He didn't know what was he hoping to be done with the babe but there was no plans of keeping it either. There had been children passing through the town before but evedently there wasn't any kid wax figures.

After Bo had killed the man with a hit to the head he dragged the body downstairs to the basement of the garage and left to go up to the museum.

Now he knew what he wanted. He wanted Vincent to take care of the problem, that being the baby tourist, so he didn't have to worry about it.

But as he soon found out, Vincent wasn't just as attracted to the idea of getting rid of the little specimen. After he had killed the woman Vincent took the crying baby to his basement.

And that was what Bo had walked in on. Sweaty Vincent holding a crying baby girl in the middle of his work space.

"What the hell are you doing with that thing?" Bo asked loudly bewildered. Vincent only turned for a moment to look at him and then turned immediately back to the now fussing baby in his dry hands.

"Don't ignore me freak what the fuck are you doing with it?" Bo shouted at his twin brother or rather to his back.

"Be Quiet" Vincent whispered in his rough voice. He was observing the baby, holding her Infront of his face but after speaking to Bo he quickly moved the babe to his chest.

Holding the baby in his arms, Vincent began to slowly swing her in hopes of her falling asleep.

"The hell are you planning?" Bo asked angerly but alot quieter now.

The babygirl soon fell into a soft sleep in Vincent's hold.

There was a moment of silence, a moment of Vincent quietly cuddling to the babe, a moment of Bo trying to figure his brother out.

"I want her"

The few words that Vincent could muster with his broken face were enough for to Bo to shutdown.

He didn't want this, he wasn't ready for this and Ambrose sure wasn't a place for this.

Only if he knew how much his brother desperately wanted his own family. But his disformated face had quickly put a brick wall Infront of that dream. That hole he wished so badly to fill, that couldn't be treated even with his lovely good girl dog, Jonesy or a hundred wax figures across the town.

This beautiful baby was the most incredible thing he had ever witness even, his mothers world known wax figures couldn't bare fitness to the feeling this babe brought to him.

And nobody was going to take that away from him. Not even his twin brother.

this is my first fanfic I've ever written so yeah tell me your opinion

I will continue this series for at least a couple of parts

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writegoblin · 11 months

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I have been severely craving my boy. No no, not Michael. Boseph uwu

Look at him. Unf.

Anyways.

Bo Sinclair Headcanons!

SFW

- You ended up in Ambrose because your car alignment decided it had enough of these off road shenanigans.

- Your reasons for being out that way, for story purposes, are running from your old life. All your old family and friends are shitty so you an conveniently disappear bc smthn smthn deus ex machina

- HOW you find out about your car alignment is another story. Let's just say, tumbling in a car is much more painful than it looks. What's worse is landing in a roadkill pit. Yeah boy. You know what time it is B)

- Lester almost shit himself when you came from over the highway. He thought you were dead and was going to call Vincent when you punched out the front seat. That's hot. Alright stranger, you're coming with me!

- He tries to clean you up and get your name. Takes you back to his place because he doesn't want to catch the twins off guard. But the day you spend there is lovely.

- You get the Ambrose and immediately shits off. Long story short, you become something of a live in maid. They can't kill you because it would be a lot of hassle on their end (another deus ex. You're related to a cop or something idk), and they COULD turn this situation around. Get use out of you.

- Bo likes how witty you are. You don't like to be bossed around which is clearly why you ran away from home (what are you, 10?)

- At first he's very callous to you and makes no effort to understand you. As far as he's concerned, you're another spoiled out of towner, just impeding on he and his brother's strange get rich scheme (more on that later. I'll explain in end notes.)

- What's worse is you're argumentative. Whenever he asks you to do something (read: yells at you), you always gotta talk back. You say funny stuff sometimes but it's annoying mostly. Vincent enjoys it much more than he does.

- You make nice with Vinny first. When you aren't forced to do chores, he lets you help him with the wax. Bo sees this and eventually realizes that while you are certainly mouthy, you are human with like hobbies and shit.

- He's a chef he's a gourmand

- He cooks for he and Vincent because Vincent, due to some brain damage, has a weird palette. So anything he makes either has way too much seasoning, or it tastes like cardboard. Bo on the other hand, grew up running around the streets of Baton Rogue with his friends after school. He KNOWS how to cook good.

- He's also good at first aid. The actual surgery and medical stuff is Vincent's wheelhouse but once you broke your arm trying to fix some shutters he told you to fix. He felt bad so he very gingerly fixed your arm. It healed really nicely but you'll never forget the way those blue eyes of his were so warm when he looked at you, touching the bend in your forearm and his voice, gentle as the day you first met went, "does it hurt?"

- Yeah but you looking at me like that bout to get me pregnant hurts worse sir

- As a boyfriend he's only jealous/protective around tourists. But as a dude in a town with a population of technically 3.5 if you count Lester's visits, he gets it. He does not mind his twin ogling you. He does not mind sharing EVENTUALLY. At first, he's very apprehensive.

- Bo's love language is physical touch. Even nonsexual touch is nice. He likes laying his head in your lap while yall watch TV and you rake your nails through his scalp gently.

- When he gets night terrors he likes to hold onto you in the dark like hope. He puts his face in your chest and he's almost like a little kid for a second. You have no choice but to coddle aw noooo aw man can't believe I have this hot sexy guy in my lap crying ohbhughghh

- If you're pear shaped? He loves your hips. Man, woman, ethereal creature, it don't matter. He was born an ass man he'll die an ass man.

- If you like star gazing, he'll listen to you rattle off about constellations. He likes listening to people ramble about unique special interests because it gives him a little taste of variety in his quiet life.

NSFW

- big. Thick. Cut.

- leftward pitch and he loves doing mating presses.

- much more inclined to rough sex (obviously)

- I do know he likely and unfortunately assaulted those ladies on the wall but in my HCs I like to think it was CNC instead. What stops him from doing the same here is you're too loud and mouthy, so the attraction is initially not there.

- As you soften up because of Vin though, and start opening up and smiling and being cute, he can't help but let his mind roam sometimes.

- Loves fantasizing you in different little costumes to dress up in. A visitor once visited and she was a cam girl! In your size! So lucky!

- please were garter belts this man will not be normal

- Loves intercurral. To punish you if he catches you masturbating, he'll fuck your thighs until he cuts, leaving you all hot and bothered.

- The basement does not come into equation until after the first time. And the first time is more of a gentle, romantic moment of vulnerability.

- Your first time was during a thunderstorm and you were telling him about your past and how so many people hurt you. Abused you. He felt so connected to you. You always held back your anger and he let you express it by throwing stuff and by the end of it you were a sobbing and screaming and laughing mess and he was standing in the debris and he saw himself and he reached out and kissed you in an attempt to ammend himself.

- When he made love to you that night, he decided your ass is never moving out sorry lol

- Exhibitionist. Likes to take you to Baton Rogue for little dates and fucks you in alleys and parks. The most exciting was a drive in theater he took you to where you gave him head. He fucked you in the wooded area outside after.

- PRIESTKINKPRIESTKINK

- Hahaha okay but what if you confessed and he fucked u in the confessional would that be crazy or what

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have a few HOW headcanons actually!

- the boys do the whole house of Wax thing in an attempt to get rich. Bo decided "oh I guess I could be mayor but hm no money here" and he rubbed two cells together and was like "WHAT IF WE MADE AN ATTRACTION THAT WAS THE BESTEST."

- tricked Vin into it cause "they're carrying Mom's legacy :(((( she'd love this trust me we're gonna expand the house into a town it'll be great."

- Lester's there cause he loves his brother's and is also admittedly a bit crazy himself. He's definitely tied a few people up and intimidated people, but that's not his usual job. He's too baby.

- Canonically, where Ambrose is located, it would be a roughly 30 min drive (or 2 hours I forgor lol) to Baton Rogue! So fun fact. They're Baton boys uwu

- I think even though Bo is a good cook, gumbo is Lester's wheelhouse cause he's just got that swagger to him. Like if I met Lester and he was like "do u want me to make you gumbo" I'd say yes, no hesitation.

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #slasher fics #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader

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skylarsblue · 1 year

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Hii! I would like to ask for Sinclair brothers with a gn s/o who struggles with an ed? Preferably anorexia, but you can make it unspecified if that'll work better for you ^^ Thank you so much and if you need any closer info, I'd be happy to help!

(Hope you're doin' alright and sorry this took so long!)

✦Struggling With An Eating Disorder✦

✦I make this a bit more subtle but please proceed with caution. If you're struggling, there are places to reach out. Including hotlines.✦

✦GN! Reader, unspecified race, height, & body type, again, proceed with caution✦ ✧Vincent; He/They, Bo; He/Him, Lester; He/Him. Bonus: Carly; She/Her, Nick; He/Him✧

✧Vincent Sinclair✧

Vincent's the most emotionally competent of his brothers, which comes with being an artist. They also understand being physically insecure, and wanting to change those aspects of themselves. Vincent will be the one to notice signs even if you haven't said anything.

He's hesitant to actually approach you with his suspicions, but his concern will eventually overtake the anxiety of being wrong. It's hard to be verbally gentle with sign language but they do their best. If you struggle to admit it and start crying or getting upset, they'll do their best to express that they aren't upset in anyway. He's just worried.

Victor was a medical doctor but had some books on mental health, which Vincent has read, and he will go back and reread them if he thinks they'll hold anything that'll help. The information might be outdated but he'll take whatever he can to ensure they know everything possible they can do to help.

Keeping up with a therapist is hard out in Ambrose, and all the brothers are hesitant about you leaving on the chance you let something slip. But, when trust has been built, Vincent will pressure Bo to let you go. If Bo doesn't take you, Lester will. You're likely to miss appointments but Vincent does their best to keep up with it.

They're not good at cooking or with food in general. They don't have a disorder but they forget to eat often. Still, he does his best to eat with you so you don't feel alone with it, assuming that's what helps. In their mind, making it more of a social things leaves less room for your mind to wander and make you feel bad. He'll even take his mask off for you.

Vincent's got a plethora of markers and paint, and they will absolutely go in on everything Bo brings into the house and cross out the calories. Even if that means painting over an entire package.

They enjoy drawing you frequently, and the way they do is always so honest and surreal. If you see his drawings of you, you might ask why he chooses you. Every time they'll respond with a genuine, from-the-heart sentiment. "You're the best muse I could have." "I want the challenge of capturing your beauty." "Every artist needs something beautiful for reference."

Vincent means it every time.

✧Bo Sinclair✧

Bo's really not emotionally intelligent. He's harsh and rough and approaches everything in life with a hardened expression. But not with you, not after you've wormed your way into his heart and made yourself at home in his ribs.

He's not gonna understand at first, not if you put it in simple terms at least. He's never had that problem. But when he sees how it affects you on really bad days, it'll start to dawn on him that it's not an easy fix. You can't just pick something up and eat it. It's a battle all the time. This is when he starts to soften up and treat it more delicately, as delicately as he knows how anyway.

If he can't find a working pen, he'll tear/cut out the calorie counts on foods & drinks. And if he's taken you out somewhere, he'll reach over and cover calorie numbers with his hand. If it's a big sign over the order counter, he'll simply tell you to go sit down while he orders. You might think Bo doesn't notice, but he'll know all your favorites by heart.

He's gonna ask you what he can do to make it easier. If you say you don't know, he'll throw out options until one seems to stick. And then he'll adopt it to his routine religiously. Forming habits is easy and he knows this. Adding another step to his general day routine is nothing for him.

Bo's hyper-protective of you. It shows in his reluctance to let you leave the town, to be involved in the process of wax figures, even climbing on the counter to grab something high up. Lester says it's the older brother in him, Vincent once called it "dad instincts". Ironic, given Bo hated his own father the most. So if he hears a single comment about your appearance from someone else, and it's not a compliment? He's immediately throwing hands.

He'll pick up photography again, a gesture he hopes silently conveys how he sees you. Every camera click and slide of polaroid film is him trying to tell you how he sees you, since he's not that good with words. He'll pin them up in the garage and certainly keeps more than one in his wallet.

Bo will rip the size tags off your clothes. But, he'll remember it, so that way he can buy your clothes. You don't have to worry if you no longer fit in a medium, large, or small. He's got it logged in his head. If he really isn't sure, he'll try to subtly measure your waist with his hands, acting out physical affection while gathering the data he needs. Just to avoid even the concept of you worrying about that letter in the back of your jeans. His physically affection will also double. Naturally, he's a horny bastard, and he'll try to show you he finds you attractive by using stuff like sex. But if you aren't up for it, or the insecurity is just a bit too much, he'll certainly settle for holding you on the couch.

And honestly? He'll bring back his old poem hobby, write you a sonnet, hoping the words on paper will translate how they do in his brain. "It's not that good but...ya know, the meanin's there." He's a bastard because it's an absolutely beautiful poem and it's definitely gonna make you cry.

✧Lester Sinclair✧

Lester's more in touch with his feelings and the emotions of others than Bo, but he's not as in tune as Vincent. Still, Lester is very observant of things like body language and voice cues. If he sees enough signs, he might not know it's an eating disorder, but he will eventually ask if you see yourself negatively. It breaks his heart when you admit it and part of him will wonder if he contributed in anyway. He's relieved when you say he hasn't, but it still pains him.

If your problems with food stem from things like childhood trauma or parental pressure, he's gonna have a murderous rage for those people, but you won't ever see it. The only Lester you see is charming lover with the patience of a saint. And terrible puns.

He'll probably talk to his brother Vincent for advice since Vincent's the one that was ever interested in mental health and psychology. He wants all the information he can get so he can support you completely. Lester thinks of himself as an idiot, but he's not gonna let that stop him from keeping you happy.

Lester rarely goes to grocery stores and tends to make all his meals from scratch. But, still, he'll cover calorie counts on anything he needs to buy in. Sometimes he'll move snacks into new containers because he couldn't find a marker and he couldn't tear that portion out. He won't even throw the package in the house trash, he'll put it in the outside one.

He drives into the city most frequently and he will absolutely go off his work route to drop off/pick you up from therapy. No matter how expensive the appointments are too. He makes decent money and he's got a pretty cheap lifestyle, but even if he didn't, it wouldn't matter. He'd simply pick up a second job to cover the cost.

Lester's cooking skills are actually rather impressive, and he eats surprisingly healthy meals. (excluding a lot of salt & using roadkill meat) If that's the kind of thing that'll help, then yeah. He'll even help you start a vegetable garden. Anything to help you and hey, acts as bonding time.

If anyone makes a single comment about your size or weight, he'll honestly kill them on the spot. Lester is the kindest of the Sinclairs, and he is the most sane, but he's not above chucking a body into the roadkill pit. If there's anything left to dispose of anyway. He'll get it done quickly & ruthlessly, then come home to you with a grin and a hug with your name on it.

Lester isn't good with words and he's not always sure if he's helping, but he makes it clear he's trying. You're his special person, if anyone's gonna make sure you know that, it's him. No matter what it is. He'll bend over backward without your request because he feels that's the bare minimum, to keep you as happy & healthy as possible.

✦Bonus✦

✧Carly✧

She understands the pressure of needing to maintain a certain weight. Society is a bitch, after all. But Carly ain't about that, and she'll support you with everything she's got. Whether it's chucking out calorie numbers or being with you for every meal. She'll do her best to encourage you to eat at least once a day, even if it's hard. And if you're struggling to the point of tears, she'll hush you and give you gentle words of encouragement. She's extremely proud of you every time you make a breakthrough.

✧Nick✧

He's an asshole a lot of the time, but he cares, he honestly does. Hearing you have that kind of struggle with your body is, well, it makes him angry. Not at you, but at the fact he can't fix it for you. So he'll speak to you softly and express his adoration for you as best he can, even if he's real rough around the edges. Even when he and his sister are on rocky ground with each other, he'll drop his pride and go to her for advice if he's left unsure what to do. Nick feels like you're the only good thing that's ever happened to him and he's fucked up enough in his life. He's not about to let you struggle with something alone.

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early20sfailingplenty · 10 months

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ok ok question

do you think Trudy ever got a proper funeral (before the whole church set up) or was that her funeral? do you think the brothers do anything on her death or funeral anniversary?

You know... I'm torn about this one.

On the one hand, I can kind of see Bo wanting to plan a proper funeral so he and Lester ransack all the houses in Ambrose to pool together resources they'll need, with Vincent carrying out typical mortician and/or funeral home work on Trudy. I can kind of see them giving her everything they can, which isn't much, but at least they didn't leave her to rot where she died.

OR, and this is the one I prefer -

Vincent, Bo and Lester banded together, set up the funeral in the church like it is how we see it in the film, Vincent set Trudy up like one of his models, and then their funeral was nothing more than lighting the candles, putting up some of the religious stuff within the church (none of them are men of god, it's just performative and to make it look believable; I think they were already killing by the time Trudy died), and then they just...

Left her there.

She never cared about any of them so why the fuck should any of them care about her, you know?

Bo stands over her open coffin sometimes and lets all his words, all his grief and pain and agony over the way she raised him and his brothers, he lets it all pour out. He's a bit drunk (read: a lot drunk, because Lester and Vincent have to work together to scoop Bo up off the altar and he doesn't make it easy for them), he's swearing and kicking her coffin and pacing the pews like a caged animal, he's shouting and crying and he's pissed. It's catharsis, it's reliving trauma, it hurts so fucking good because daddy can't hit him now, daddy can't carry him away and punish him for telling the truth, punish him for existing. Bo doesn't grieve so much as he celebrates.

Lester is the only one of the Sinclairs who does grieve.

Vincent celebrates the fact that now, no one is hurting him and his brothers, he can do what he wants with his craft, he can carry on his momma's legacy. I think he's the mastermind behind the whole thing, honestly. He doesn't care that his momma's dead, he just cares that now, he and his brothers are free.

Except, they're not. A gilded cage is still a cage.

On the death anniversary, the brothers sit and drink and spend time with each other - hours more than they already do. They only have each other. On the funeral anniversary, Vincent spots a few more kick marks around Trudy's coffin. Bo never up-ends the coffin; his momma don't deserve that kind of energy being spent on her, and he doesn't wanna ruin Vincent's work.

Victor never got a funeral. His body was never disposed of. His death anniversary is not acknowledged. Even speaking his name is too good a thing to do for a monster like that.

Trudy was barely better than Victor. Barely. But she was momma, and she taught Vincent what he knows, she made sure that Bo never forgot he was a monster, she made sure that Lester knew how to come into his own because no one cared except his twin brothers. So she gets the barest amount of respect possible.

Not love. Respect. And that's it.

Victor? He don't get anything. No respect, no love, no acknowledgment. It's too fuckin' good for him.

#sinclair brothers #sinclair brothers headcanons #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher x reader

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ghostly-clown · 2 years

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(Request) Going to the cinema with slashers

Yo first requests???? (And thankyou 🙏)

This was fun and I spent way to much time on it but I'd say it's worth it 👌

Going to watch a movie with the slashers

All the usuals: Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Sinclair brothers, ghostface, brahms heelshire, Freddy kruger, Thomas hewitt

Jason Voorhees

- Jason would want to watch a good'ol romantic comedy (bonus points if its a musical)

- so probably Hairspray (2007), a very heart warming feel good movie is just what he wants

- he will sneek in so many snacks for the both of you, and he'll get away with it cause what cinema security guard is gonna stop him?

- anytime he recognises a scene, actor, or line he will point at the screen (like that one meme)

- he'll be ok with talking here and there especially if it's fun facts about the movie

- will become addicted to the popcorn, but in his defence who wouldn't

- he will start watching movies more but only if your there to watch it with him <3

Michael Myers

- he likes his dramatic horrors, or anything that messes with your brain like a psychological thriller

- so any A24 film or the shinning, he likes to think he's got a real sophisticated taste in movies, he probably does

- I don't think he'd be a huge popcorn fan but he will enjoy seeking in candy and boy will he smuggle alot

- and yet he won't share it 😔, unless you two are close then he'll feel bad

- he will watch the movie in total silence and will cover your mouth anytime you try to speak

- he will listen to your ranting thoughts about the movie afterwards tho

Lester, Bo and Vincent Sinclair (its easierto just group them together)

- Lester he is a D.C and marvel fan, he loves all the original avengers and he does have a superman bumper-sticker

- Bo will watch any action or old Western (bonus points if its a comedy) (i dont watch those kinds of movies so idk what to suggest)

- vincent says he likes very sophisticated movies (mainly any movie with Leonardo DiCaprio) but he loves Disney, they're his comfort films (especially wall-E)

- they can never agree on a film so ur best bet is to pick one at random and go with it

- there's a movie theatre in Ambrose so u dont have to worry about trying to sneak stuff in

- Lester is a loud laugher who will throw popcorn at the screen when he dosnt like a scene

- Bo is normally quite but he'll nudge and smile at u when there's an inappropriate scene

- Vincent has alot of body language when watching movies, he'll lean closer when interested and pull back when frightened

- and afterwards they'll talk about the movie for the rest or the day, and refrence it through the week

Ghostface (billy and stu)

- they would want to watch a horror, any super gory movies with alot of cheep jump-scares

- so any of the other slashers films

- Billy won't eat any candy u try to sneak in but he'll still help, he would be more interested in popcorn which he will want to share with you

- Stu sees seeking in candy as a competition to see how much can u smugle in before your caught, he won't even eat it all in the end he just wants to prove he can

- Stu can't sit still for the life of him, he's gonna be laughing, crying, talking to you, poking you to get your attention only to say he needs to use the toilet real quick

- Billy knows the real show is watching Stu annoy you but he'll be upset if means he misses some big reveal or plot point

- afterwards Stu will compare you to the charters with a surprising amount of accuracy considering he was gone for most of the film

Brahms Heelshire

- he wants his Disney/ pixar films, he has the mind set of "if it's not animated I don't want to watch it"

- idk if he would leave the house to go to a cinema, but for the sake of this u were able to drag him out of his crusty manner

- he would try and sneak candy in but fail, the gaurds would notice and confront him but won't force him to give up the candy (Brahms is a scary man)

- he is very touchy when watching a movie, crying into your shoulder when sad, and shaking you violently when there's a twist

- but he's having the time of his life, this is all new grounds for him and he loves it

- but now u have to get him out of the cinema and take him home, this is the real challenge

Freddy Krueger

- man's likes his dirty movies, but he's also a perosn who appreciates the classics

- but he will turn down his horny for u and settle on 'the girl next door' (2004)

- he will point out every sexual innuendo and even make a few

- he is like a dad when watching a movie, he will ask so many questions that are explained if he just watches the film

- he will rat on u sneaking in candy so he isn't caught

- even with his own food he will steal yours

- after the movie he will forget everything that he just watched, is it just to annoy you? Is he just old? No one knows

Thomas Hewitt

- he would like studio ghibli, their movies are sweet enough to be comforting whiles being mature enough to not feel like a kids film

- he won't try to sneak in candy cause he's afraid of getting caught but he won't stop you (so make sure u bring enough for 2)

- he will really like popcorn and constantly getting up to get another box

- he would hush you if you try to talk throughout the film, he will feel bad but he does really just want to watch the movie

- afterwards he will more then happily listen to u gush over the film

- he will get emotional and while he won't openly cry he will hold your hand when it get close to it

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lucas-grey · 2 years

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Ambrose Island

So, after playing the map now for a while, it's time to write my first impressions and a first Review about it so far. There will be spoilers ahead!

First of all, this location is full Lucas Grey fan service! I'm sorry shippers, but I hope you will get your chance with Freelancer ❤️ But Ambrose Island is clearly Grey's level! IOI shows again, that they listen to their fans. After several YouTube videos, Blogposts and other posts on Reddit and the Hitman Forum from fans complaining about Grey's early death, they finally brought him back!

He has the most lines, and here is something that it's a bit of a pity: All lines I have found from 47 so far are reused. Diana has some lines in the opening cinematics, but in the location itself, Grey is our only handler and he guides us through the map.

The whole thing is set during the two month episode between Whittleton Creek and Sgail, and at the beginning, we see our dream team together again on that ship in the North Sea.

So let's start with the opening cinematic! It is similar to the ingame cinematics we know from Hitman 3. The lip synch is good, but the facial expressions are a bit wooden, more like in the cinematics we had in Haven and New York. But what counts is what happens and after they went a bit OOC (in my opinion) in Hitman 3, they show here how good they actually can write chracters.

I loved the little teasing between Grey and Diana! They are so cute together, in a mischievous way.

Diana: "I've seen the man's file. What did you expect would happen?"

Grey: "It's not like I had much choice, seeing as all my best lieutenants were killed by you two."

Diana: "Fair point."

This is GOLD!

The cinematic also gives us a deeper look on what kind of a person Grey is. He hired Noel Crest, one of our targets, to have an eye on the militia while he's away. But Crest turned away from the militia, disregarded Grey's order and formed a group of ruthless thieves, running around and killing people, no matter who they are.

Grey shows much regret, and again it is shown how broken he is. He tries to correct his mistakes he made in the past, maybe still hoping for a better future. Damn... 🥺

Grey: "He is my responsibility. My mistake."

I'm not crying, you are!

Grey asks Diana and 47, to "correct" this mistake, because with his next heist, Crest could warn the Constant and destroying the plans to kidnap him.

So here we are, on Ambrose Island, and what can I say? I love it! It is acutally bigger than I thought, considering that the level is for free. And it's not as I first thought, that it is Colorado 2.0 and that the whole map is a restricted area. There is a village near the beach, where you can walk around freely, a little jungle part and than there is the restricted section in some ruins and behind the village.

The default suit 47 wears and we can unlock at lvl 20 is a reskin of the tactical wetsuit and it's hot! Even if it's a reskin, I still love the more military look of it.

I can't say so much about the targets for now, because I haven't seen much of them. But I was strolling around the island and damn, there are so many things that are fun to play! A slap contest, hello? I slapped the whole village! You can also find the Buccaneer suit and some interesting items. I don't want to spoiler too much, go and discover the huge island, it's so much fun!

I am a bit sad about the missing new lines by 47 (Mister Bateson, were you busy?), because I was hoping for some brother-content between him and Grey. But there is one little hint I want to share with you, because it's kinda cute!

We can find an old acquaintance on the Island: Agent Smith. He is trapped in a cage and when we find him and he starts talking to 47, you can clearly hear Grey smiling when he says: "Heh... friend of yours, 47?" Tell me what you want, but you can almost hear the little jealously in his voice 😅

Of course, there are some things IOI could have done better. But I will not talk about these now, I am too thankful that they brought Grey back and kinda made his mission.

I can't wait to explore it more, so prepare for new screenshots and Reviews and more stuff about the level in the next days! Have fun playing it and tell me what you think about it in the comments or write me a message! I can’t wait to hear your opinions ❤️

#hitman #hitman 3 #hitman 3 year 2 #ambrose island #lucas grey #agent 47 #diana burnwood #olivia hall

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sweaterkittensahoy · 2 years

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I finished "Fierce Valor," the Ronald Speirs biography, and actual Speirs--despite the efforts of Dick Winters to get him to contribute--gave no interviews for Ambrose or for Spielberg and Hanks. He ended up very upset with how Edwyna (his first wife) was portrayed in both the book and miniseries.

Edwyna had NOT been previously married as reported in Ambrose's book. What had happened was that a previous beau she'd assumed dead had returned from the POW camp, and she'd written to Ron about her struggle with what to do. They agreed to a divorce with her and her new husband raising Robbie (his son with Edwyna). She also did not refuse to return the war prizes. As mentioned in Ambrose's book, Ron adored Robbie, though they were only reunited when Robbie was an adult.

Ron was very upset that there were the printed "facts" in the book. In fairness, Winters attempted several times to get him to review what the other men said of him or to sit down with Ambrose himself, but all Ron did was write a six-page letter with what he remembered with no further comment.

Ron admitted to Winters in a letter at one point that he loved Edwyna even decades after their divorce. Ron himself had two failed marriages after divorcing Edwyna and finally found a great fit in Elsie. Wiki has her listed as his second wife, but she was his fourth. She also was the reason Ron showed up to any reunions or the BOB premiere in France. Basically, Dick Winters tried to coax Ron to show up, and he never agreed, but then he'd write Dick saying, "Well, Elsie says she wants to go, so I'll see you there." And if that's not the cutest shit, I don't know what is.

When Spielberg and Hanks started planning for the miniseries, Ron also didn't want to participate. Dick Winters tried, again, to get him to open up, but Ron just wouldn't. According to his family, Ron simply didn't think he'd ever done anything spectacular. He was just a career Army fellow. Dick Winters ended up--I assume--selling a kidney to get Spielberg and Hanks to send Ron a script to review. Ron didn't like how he was portrayed but also--again--refused to provide any help in making it match how he saw himself.

Matthew Settle says he's disappointed he only ever got to speak to him briefly because he had family who fought in WW2 and just felt a lot of respect for the difficult decisions Ron had to make.

BTW, all of Elsie's kids and grandkids and great-grandkids considered Ron their Dad/Grandfather/Great-Grandfather. She was a widow when they married, and everyone in the family remembers him being kind and sweet and practical with a sternness that only came out when necessary but was unmovable when it showed up.

He also had poodles. Which delights me because poodles look so cute and silly but are absolutely fucked-up smart and assholes if you've ever actually dealt with them.

A little cry: At the final reunion with Easy, Ron greeted everyone who spoke with him by asking "Which war?" which was a go-to response when a solider he formally worked with called him. His hearing was going, so the guess is that he used his go-to way of talking to fellow soldiers as a way to try and hide it.

A different little cry: Lipton absolutely considered him one of the best men he ever knew. It's very, very sweet.

(I read Band of Brothers right before reading Fierce Valor, and there's a lot of borrowed passages from BOB (properly sourced), so some parts of the book felt like a photo-copy, but Speirs himself wrote very little about himself and didn't leave a huge trove of journals or correspondence, so the writers did the best they could with what they had. It reads more like the biography on an ancient philosopher--where you have to conjecture and guess to some extent--rather than the biography on a very recently deceased man immortalized in book and film, but I appreciate the effort to look more deeply at the man and put together an idea of who he was as a whole person.)

#band of brothers #ronald speirs #fierce valor #biography

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komotionlessqueenmm · 3 years

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One man's trash, is another man's treasure.

(3-4)

Short story # 6

2,216 - Words

Fandom - House of Wax (2005)

Pairing - Bo Sinclair X Reader

Summary - The reader finds herself & her 4 month old son stranded in Ambrose. While Bo finds himself enamored with the woman, wanting nothing more than to protect and provide for the two of them.

Warnings - Some dark topics, talk of abusive relationships, eventual blood & death, eventual smut. (I'm not sure what else tbh)

Notes - At this point both Bo and (Y/n) are really feeling that connection between them.

Pt. 1 ~ Pt. 2 ~ Pt. 3 ~ Pt. 4

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By the end of the day (Y/n)'s jeep was all fixed up, but with as late in the evening as it was she decided to stay another night, with some encouragement from Bo of course. While (Y/n) and Von slept soundly in the guest bedroom, Bo met his brothers down at the garage, discussing what they should do, and if they should do anything in the first place. "I don't know Bo, her ex tried killing her because she was pregnant... She'll be running her whole life from a man like that." Lester sighed, not wanting anything to happen to (Y/n). "So we let her stay here, we can protect her from him easily." Bo shrugged. "What about when she realizes what happened to the people here? Or she finds out about Vincent's projects." Lester argued. "We'll explain it, make her understand." Bo countered. "How?" Lester asked feeling a little concerned. "I don't know yet." Bo admitted with a sigh. "I think we should start by introducing her to Vincent." He continued his thought, glancing to his twin, who made an almost concerned groan. "If she can accept him, I'm sure she'll accept the rest." Bo lit a new cigarette after finishing his statement. "And if she doesn't?" Lester asked. "That's not an option." Bo's smirk made worry spark in Lester's heart. Despite this however he chose to keep his mouth shut, and allowed his older brother to do whatever he had in mind.

When morning came, (Y/n) woke up early and cooked breakfast. "Morning." Bo murmured with a sleepy smile on his face, having been woken from the smell of bacon. "Morning Bo, I hope you don't mind." (Y/n) smiled sheepishly as she looked to what all she had cooked. "Not at all." Bo shook his head, happily accepting the cup of coffee she handed him. "Great." (Y/n) smiled brightly, the pair of them taking a seat beside eachother, eating their breakfast in a comfortable silence. Excluding the occasional hum of approval Bo gave when he bit into something new. And by the time they finished Von began crying from upstairs, cueing (Y/n) to fetch him to begin his morning routine.

"Hey I was going to do those." (Y/n) pouted playfully when she entered the kitchen, finding Bo working on the dishes. "Eh don't worry about it, you cooked I'll clean up." Bo winked making (Y/n) blush as she sat at the counter, adjusting herself to feed a fussy Von. "My brother wants to meet you before you leave." Bo stated casually. "Really?" (Y/n) smiled softly. "Mhm." Bo nodded his head with a hum. "I'd love to meet him." (Y/n)'s grin widened a little, feeling honored that he'd want to meet her. "We'll meet him up at the house of wax in an hour." Bo confirmed as he finished up the last dish. "Sounds fun, I've never been to a house of wax before." She hummed as she propped Von onto her shoulder, burping him. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower, let me know when you're ready." Bo insisted casually as he moved to wipe the spit up off of Von's chin. "Okay will do." (Y/n) smiled with appreciation, hopping up from her seat to get herself and Von dressed.

Once inside of the wax Museum (Y/n)'s attention was drawn to just about everything within sight, making Bo chuckle as he watched her ogle everything. "I take it you like it?" Bo mused with a grin. "I'm a little obsessed, is everything in here really made of wax?" She asked turning to look Bo in the eye. "Just about everything, most of its wax, but some of it isn't." Bo shrugged a little. "The vase?" (Y/n) asked as she pointed to the large decorative vase. "Wax." Bo nodded. "The couch?" She pointed to the couch two wax figures sat upon. "Wax." He chuckled. "How about the...." (Y/n) looked around before realization struck her. "The building?" She turned her attention to Bo, her eyes widening when he nodded his head yes. "Wow that's insane." (Y/n) chuckled with astonishment. "But you like it yeah?" Bo asked. "I love it! I can't imagine how long this must have taken to craft all of this, but it's very impressive." (Y/n) beamed making Bo chuckle softly. "Vincent will be happy to hear that you like his work." Bo mused. "Wait he did all of this?" (Y/n)'s eyes widened. "Not all of it, but a lot of it." Bo explained. "Wow I wish I had that kinda talent." (Y/n) chucked softly, jumping when a statue in the back moved. "Alright no need to scare her." Bo chuckled with a shake of his head, the once statue approaching the pair. "I was not expecting you to move, I really thought you were a statue." (Y/n) chuckled nervously.

"(Y/n) this is my brother Vincent." Bo introduced the two, the masked brother timidity offering (Y/n) his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you." (Y/n) smiled looking at his mask with curiosity. "Is your prosthetic made of wax?" She asked without thought, but he only tilted his head to the side. "Your mask." She clarified, smiling when he nodded his head yes. "That's very cool, did you make it yourself?" (Y/n) asked chuckling when he nodded his head again. "You don't talk much huh?" She tilted her own head a little. "He can't." Bo clarified unknowingly making (Y/n) suddenly feel guilty. "Oh I didn't know, I'm sorry." (Y/n) ducked her head down, feeling stupid for opening her mouth. "Vincent do you wanna show her?" Bo asked his brother, who hesitated for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. (Y/n) picked her head up, watching in amazement as Vincent removed his mask. "Wow." She muttered under her breath, taking in the sight of his face, frowning a little when he looked away from her. "What happened?" (Y/n) turned to Bo. "We were born as Siamese twins, and our daddy was an unorthodoxed doctor. He was able to separate us as infants." Bo explained suddenly feeling subconscious himself. "Wow... That's incredible." (Y/n) murmured softly. "You're both incredible." She chuckled softly looking back to Vincent, who smiled back at her before putting his mask back on.

--Later that day--

Having decided on stay one more day (Y/n) sat with Bo in his living room talking about this and that, and joking about nearly everything. "(Y/N)!" A voice yelled from outside, cutting off (Y/n)'s laughter, a look of terror filling her eyes in an instant. "(Y/N)!" The man yelled from outside for a second time. "It's him... It's Trent, he's come for me!" (Y/n) panicked, explaining to Bo why she suddenly got so fearful. "(Y/N) I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!" Trent yelled, sounding a bit closer to Bo's house now. "I'll keep you safe." Bo promised before he rose to his feet, grabbing the shotgun he kept near the front door. "Wait he's dangerous." (Y/n) rushed to follow Bo outside, leaving Von in his crib asleep. "COME OUT COME OUT COME OUT!" Trent taunted from the center of town, his attention turning to a pissed off Bo Sinclair. "Found yourself a gullible local huh?" Trent sneered at (Y/n) who ignored her fear and continued following Bo. "I suggest you get outta here and forget about (Y/n)." Bo warned, resting his shotgun on his shoulder, standing about eight feet from Trent, who only scoffed at his threat. "How about you go fuck your sister, and leave me to my business." Trent hissed, his words only fueling the hatred Bo felt for this man. "Your business best consist of you getting outta my town." Bo glared Trent down, who only chuckled. "Sure I'll get outta your town, once I have her." Trent pointed to (Y/n), but Bo only pushed (Y/n) to stand back a little.

"That ain't gonna happen." Bo shook his head with a mocking grin on his face. "How did you even find me!?" (Y/n) asked the question that had been plaguing her mind. "Remember my buddy Stan? I had him bug your car with a GPS tracker." Trent mocked as he flashed them the receiver of the tracker. "Now get over here." He growled as he pulled a pistol from the back of his belt. As Trent trained the pistol, Bo stepped in front of (Y/n) training his shotgun on Trent. "I'll only warn you one more time." Bo hissed, resisting the urge to just blow the motherfucker away. "Fuck you, you fucking redneck." Trent taunted before he pulled the trigger, but his gun jammed and Bo smirked. "Nah fuck you." Bo retorted before pulling the trigger, blowing open Trent's chest. (Y/n) screamed at the sound, her heart racing in her chest. Almost like everything was moving in slow motion, (Y/n) watched Trent's body hit the ground with a thud, dead as dead gets. Bo was quick to spin on his heel, gently setting the gun on the ground he scooped (Y/n)'s shaking form into his arms. "Sh darling it's alright, I've got you. You're safe now darling, I've got you." He murmured against the crown of her head, carrying her back into his house. "It's okay (Y/n), rest now. I'll take care of everything, I'll take care of you." Bo promised as he laid her down on the couch, lovingly stroking her hair, before he kissed her temple. The events suddenly flipping a highly protective and tender switch within Bo, not that (Y/n) was complaining in the slightest, taking great comfort in his words and actions.

A few hours passed and in that time, (Y/n) had calmed down, and thought about a lot of things. Bo had dealt with the body and come back to (Y/n)'s side within the first hour, allowing her to cuddle into his side and think. "Bo what is this place?" (Y/n) asked with worry laced in her voice. "What?" Bo frowned his brows, a confused smile on his face. "Please don't lie to me anymore, please tell me what this place is. This town its just not right, in all the time I've been here I've only seen you Lester and Vincent." (Y/n) explained, suddenly feeling concerned for her baby's well being. "I want to tell you, I've wanted to tell you for a while now... But I don't want to scare you away." Bo hung his head. "Not telling me is scaring me, Bo please tell me." She insisted. "You know I would never hurt you or Von right?" Bo asked, his eyes the tiniest bit glossy. "Of course I know that." (Y/n) licked her lips, ignoring the worry bubbling at the back of her mind. "The town been abandoned for a decade, me and my brothers took it over a few years ago." Bo began. "Brothers?" (Y/n) asked having caught the plural. "Lester is mine and Vincent's younger brother." Bo explained frowning a little when (Y/n)'s eyes filled with worry.

"Lester convinces people to come to Ambrose, and me and Vincent kill them." Bo revealed, his confession making (Y/n)'s breath hitch in her throat. "Lester called me after he dropped you off at the gas station, and he told me to help you out, he insisted that we spared you." Bo licked his lips nervously. "I wasn't going to listen to him, but when you didn't snoop around town like everyone else, I was curious about you... Then I seen you, and your baby, and any dark thought I had washed away in an instant. The more we talked, the more I was intrigued with you... The more I wanted to protect you, especially when you told me about your ex." Bo admitted, his words surprisingly soothing (Y/n). "I'm sorry..." Bo muttered under his breath. "I forgive you." (Y/n) smiled softly, sitting up she adjusted herself to straddle Bo's lap. "I forgive you." She repeated herself as she took his face between her hands. "You've been better to me than most people in my life, and while the knowledge of what you and Vincent do... Is almost heartbreaking... I forgive you. I know you won't harm me or Von, to proved yourself to me today when you saved me from Trent." (Y/n) leaned in and gently kissed Bo's lips, pulling away all to soon. "I don't want to leave, I want to stay here with you... To love you despite the things you do, to love you despite the monster you can be... I want you for who you are, darkness and all." (Y/n) confessed, making Bo's mind go hazy with adoration. "Please stay." He muttered subconsciously. "I am." (Y/n) rest her forehead against his, smiling when he wrapped his arms around her waist.

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Part three is complete!!!!

Part four will hopefully be posted tomorrow evening.

（＾_＾）

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mara-xx217 · 3 years

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Can I request sum Vincent Sinclair? Both he and his s/o running away from Ambrose, like two caged birds where one of them remembers how to fly again thanks to the other. Don't look at me, it's 4am and my hopeless romantic side is taking over-

Mmm yess more Sinclair angst

Vincent x Reader: Enough’s Enough

“Vincent! Hey, look at me! It’s- We’re gonna be okay… This is… This is the right thing to do.”

You had to take your partner’s mask covered face into your hands, gently smoothing the pads of your thumb across his waxy cheeks. Vincent couldn’t stop trembling, no matter how much he willed it to stop. Placing his larger hands over your much smaller ones, he leans down, placing his cool forehead against yours. The two of you were always in stark contrast to one another: he always seemed cold, despite all the hot wax he was around, while you were always warm. He had a delicate hand, while you were a bull in a china shop. He never could stand up to his twin brother, Bo, while you couldn’t help but to butt heads with him. He was terrified of taking the first step, while you couldn’t wait to plunge yourself head first into the unknown. He always said that you were the better half, the one that would push him to greater heights and help lead him to a lighter state of being. But, right now? You wouldn’t be surprised if he was regretting ever meeting you, even if for a single, fleeting moment. You certainly wouldn’t blame him.

What you were asking of him was monumental, if not completely unfair. You were asking- no, begging for him to leave Ambrose, to leave everything that he’s ever known behind. Vincent wouldn’t just be leaving the town behind, but his brother’s, too, as well as his parent’s legacies. This… You felt guilt for asking this of him. It was cruel, but what was crueler was living under Bo’s reign of terror for one second longer. Bo treated Vincent like he was worse than scum, and you couldn’t stand to see it happen again. It wasn’t right and it wasn’t fair. All Vincent ever wanted was to make his twin proud, to help him realize their mother’s twisted, dying wishes. And he did. He did all that, and then some, believing that the favoritism that their parents had over him was somehow his fault. It wasn’t. It wasn’t Vincent’s fault, as much as it wasn’t Bo’s, either. Their parents were wrong, and it only escalated when their mother became sick. Bo takes all that hurt out on his brothers, and to you to a lesser extent. Vincent has been dealing with Bo’s abuse for long enough. All you want is to take him away from the one that’s hurt him the most.

It was such a strain on your relationship with Vincent. Please don’t make me choose… I- No, I can’t choose between you and Bo. Please don’t do this to me… It hurts you. Not Vincent’s avoidance of the subject, per say, but how his brother had messed him all up inside. Bo took the fraternal bond that he had with his twin and twisted it into something he could use to abuse him with. When you first broached the subject with Vincent, he cried. You hadn’t seen him cry before that moment, and it broke your heart. You dropped it soon after, not wanting to upset him further. But, deep down, the two of you knew that it would be brought up sooner than later.

About three months later, all the hurt feelings and hostilities between you and Bo grew to a head, eventually leading to an explosive outburst not even Vincent could see coming. There was another argument about how Bo was treating his brothers, especially Vincent. It had started before dinner, and ended up dragging on all through it (much to Lester and Vincent’s horror), only escalating as time went on. Any attempts to defuse the situation only added fuel to the fire, becoming more and more volatile with each passing second. You don’t even remember what you said; probably something related to how he’s unfairly punishing Vincent for shit that their parents did to them, but whatever you said hit the wrong nerve at the wrong time, because for the first time since you were welcomed into the Sinclair family, Bo hit you.

It all happened so fast, you didn’t immediately feel it. Falling flat on your ass, you stared owlishly up at him, in total shock. Lester was only a few feet away, in slack jawed awe; he couldn’t believe that his brother had raised a hand to you, and he couldn’t find his voice or his footing. Vincent, on the other hand, was immediately at your side, to everyone’s including Vincent’s surprise, shoving Bo away and standing in between the two of you. You didn’t cry, didn’t make a single sound, just sat there, dumbfounded. Warm blood trickled from your freshly broken nose, dripping down your chin and staining your shirt. You don’t remember exactly what happened, Bo was the one to leave, while Lester and Vincent tried to pick up the pieces that he left behind.

Vincent was beyond devastated and disappointed, both in his brother and himself. It shouldn’t have- He should have stopped it before it got to that point. It was getting worse and worse, and Vincent just stood there and did nothing. He might as well have been the one to strike you in the first place. It certainly felt that way to him. Lester was uncharacteristically quiet, himself, and the entire atmosphere of the house was sour and heavy with unspoken regret and guilt. One you recovered from your initial shock, you said: hey, it’s not your- not either of your faults, and that made it all the more hurtful to the two boys. That night was filled with bitter silence and soft, weepy apologies.

It was never the same after that. The rift between the twins was growing larger and larger, colder and colder, until yet another breaking point was on the horizon. Vincent was neglecting his work and himself, and you were beyond the end of your rope. You brought it up again: Vincent… No- No, no ! Please just- Listen, just listen… We can’t do this anymore. Something has to give, and it’s going to happen whether we want it to or not. We need to go. We deserve better than this. God, he didn’t want it to be so, but it was. You certainly deserved better, and though he’s always struggled with his self worth, the fact that you somehow still wanted to be with him through all this meant something. You never abandoned him when the going got tough, and he wouldn’t do that to you, either. You meant the world to him, and though he still loves Bo dearly, he won’t lose you. It takes him longer than he would care to admit, but after many, many long, emotional talks in the dead of night, you both decided that it was time to move on from Ambrose.

Getting packed was the most difficult thing Vincent has ever done in his entire life. He always assumed that he would die in Ambrose, just like his mama wanted, but then you came along and reminded him that there was a world out there, and he still had the opportunity to be a part of it. Intermittently, he would break down into silent sobs, unable to continue. But you were always there to help him pick himself back up. When you both finished packing, he sat on the edge of the bed, staring a hole in the floor. You knew he was about to explode from anxiety, you took his face oh so gently in your tiny hands and reassured him that what he was doing was right. He already knew that, but hearing you say it eased the uncertainty brewing inside of him.

It was scary, but with you by his side, he knew that everything would be okay. Come morning, things would be completely different. The two of you can finally make a life for yourselves. Even though it was sickening leaving Ambrose for the second and last time, Vincent was ready to do so this time. He wouldn’t be alone and afraid, like he was all those years ago. He has you, and you’d never let him feel those things ever again, just like he’d never let anyone hurt you ever again. Not when you both have the rest of your lives ahead of you with the future uncertain, but bright nonetheless.

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slasherbastard · 3 years

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Hihi!

Could I get a male slasher matchup? If you don’t mind <3

I’m an enby and go by they/them!

I’m pretty pale and 5’7 with a normal frame, kinda muscular too! I have blue eyes with short ginger-brown hair. I have a small almost non existent scar under my left eye that im self-conscious about ugh.

My hobbies are candle making, skateboarding, photography, listening to music, and cooking/baking, I also play the piano and violin!

I don’t really talk to people I meet immediately, I’d rather listen to them talk first and get to know them by observing. Once I’m comfy I’ll talk for hours on things that interest me like horror and true crime (forensics student heck yeah). I can be humorous when I want, mostly teasing my friends playfully. I get anxious easily when I feel overwhelmed either with work or being around large crowds. I’m very friendly and caring, always there for the people I care about. Very empathetic too, I can understand anyone’s situation even if I haven’t lived through it myself. I’m more of an animal person than a people person, my dogs get all my love lmao. I’m not really scared of anything, only being alone hfhhghv I’m touch starved for sure, I’ll take any affection and cry about it while melting. Overall I’m very friendly, most people dont realize because i’ll rarely speak a full sentence.

Thank you for your time, I hope you have a nice day / night! Take your time <3 I love your work 🥺👉👈

Thank you! And sorry this took me forever but finally I've paired you with

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Mr. Vincent Sinclair!

First off, the two of you have a lot of things in common! Candle making is one of Vince's favourite past times when there aren't any victims around, he likes that you can play violin and will no doubt ask you to play him something if you're okay with it. Apart from that you're both also shy and touch starved people, Vincent needs just as much love as he can give you. He loves having you around since it's nice to have someone around who loves and cares for him on a more personal level, especially since the last person who loved him unconditionally was his mother. Vincent's love language is gift giving in the form of art so he'll draw you or sculpt things for you that he thinks would interest you.

Vincent loves a lot about you. From insecurities to the random habits you have, he pays a lot more attention to you than you'd think. Whether it's the scars you hate or the face you pull when you're in a really deep state of focus, he can't help but smile under that wax mask of his. Call him cliché but he wishes you saw him the way he saw you. Another thing is your sense of humour. Vince doesn't always understand your jokes but your sense of humour is still a beam of light to him in a way. It brings something positive to such an eerie place like Ambrose.

He doesn't really care if you're not a huge speaker since he's mute as well (or he's not that vocal, at least) but he's a great listener and loves hearing you talk about anything when you're more comfy around him - especially your path of study, he thinks it's interesting. He's also not grossed out by your true crime ramblings since he himself is a killer. Overall he's glad that you're into scary stuff since he knows that you aren't as freaked out by what he does for a living.

You don't have to worry about people - well, at least living people - in Ambrose unless you count Vincent's brothers and the occasional short lived guests. Vincent is a very protective person (especially protective of the people he loves) but if Bo has anything to say about Ambrose's newest couple, he will handle it because nobody is allowed to make fun of you. Vincent is glad you're a dog person because surprise, he has a dog! Jonesey isn't really fond of new people but you might just be an exception. If you spend enough time around him he'll start growing onto you and nearly forgetting about Vincent. Seriously. Imagine it getting to the point where Jonesey won't even bat an eye at Vincent and just come running to you whenever you enter the basement.

#slasherbastard matchups #slasher #writing #horror #slasher fandom #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair matchup #house of wax #house of wax 2005

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clownistyping · 3 years

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A Witch & A Hick, Chp. 3

Little Secret

This chapter is just the two learning about each other and car problems lol.

Also warning for Elizabeth offering sex as payment lol, it doesn't happen. Also I do hc Lester living in a trailer bc its extremely common and realistic tbh.

Lester puts the truck in drive and looks at Elizabeth as he presses the brake,

"I remember you said there's a town nearby, any chance we can go there to fix up my van?" Elizabeth asks as she pets the two dogs,

"No need, they'll charge ya criminal prices. I can fix it." Criminal prices, he repeats in his head.

"Oh come on, you've already done so much." Elizabeth says her face soft,

"I insist! I can't just let them uh take ya money when I can fix it for free." He smiles and Elizabeth mirrors it. Lester gives from the brakes and drives towards his home,

"I have a feeling there's something...more behind this." Lester gulps,

"What made ya think that?" Lester nervously laughs and his hands tighten around the wheel,

"That's how most men are, expect a favor for a favor. Though they often expect ya know." Lester blinks and cringes,

"Aw that! I wasn't thinking anything like that, hell I wasn't even thinking about you doing anything."

"I mean I'll do it." His eyes widen and he stops the truck again,

"What?" He blushes and looks at the girl,

"I'll get you off, I've done it before."

"No no! I have to decline, I just ain't that kinda man." Lester nods to the woman who shrugs, he lied. He is that kinda man, he's had victims beg for safety with offers of sex. He always took it, but let's the girls fall back in the hands of his brothers.

"Not that I don't find ya pretty!" He defends quickly and Elizabeth laughs,

"You're real purdy, I just. I just can't." He sighs and Elizabeth notices how tense he is.

"Thanks, for calling me pretty." She smiles,

"I think you're real pretty too." She compliments Lester who blushes again, Lester has never talked to a stranger this long. Never had a girl call him pretty, never met her.

"Ya just sayin that cuz I'm given ya a ride." Lester chuckles and Elizabeth shakes her head,

"Nope," she pops her P,

"Everybody's beautiful in they're own way, just as nature intended." Lester blinks and remembers her van, the witchy collection in it.

"Oh right, you're a witch!" Lester exclaims and Elizabeth nods,

"How'd you know?" She teased and Lester laughs,

"How'd you even get in all that junk anyways?" Lester asks and flicks his hat,

"It ain't junk. Don't be rude," Elizabeth smirks and Lester nods his head, Jonesey puts her head on Lester's lap. He pets the dogs head.

"Sorry but, how did you ya know..start?"

"My sister got me my tarot cards, she really showed me the basics of witchcraft. Our parents didn't really care all that much but never let us do it in the house. Guess that's why I moved out so early too." Elizabeth laughs,

Lester pulls up towards a driveway of a trailer.

The trailer is a once white single wide, covered in vines and ivy. Bones hung from the porch ceiling,

Elizabeth notices his front door was wide open, and in the yard were scatters of trash, car parts, bones and more. The windows were open but blinds were keeping the inside blocked.

It looks like nobody lives there, as stray cats scurried under the trailer and hissed at each other.

"I'll be quick, I'll just unload your van and fix her right up in a jiffy." Lester smiles at the girl and gets out of the truck, Jonesey follows and Mac follows after her.

Elizabeth smiles as she watches the two dogs sniff around and play, getting out of the truck her barefeet sink into the grass and dirt. She stretches, the truck wasn't entirely comfortable with Mac siting right on her.

"Sorry for the mess, I don't really have guests." Lester says as he unhooks the van,

"Its fine, I've seen much worse."

"Nah, doubt it." Lester shakes his head and wipes his hands on his jeans, Elizabeth takes note of the depreciation joke he says.

As Lester pops her hood and smoke rises from it, Elizabeth frowns.

"That happened before?" Lester asks as he waves the smoke off, Elizabeth nods.

"Yeah, I've had a couple engine problems. Mainly because of oil, but my light wasn't even on."

"Yup, cars will do that. Just spring a problem on ya right as ya were doing fine." Lester grazes his hand over the engine and instantly finds the problem,

"When's the last time ya changed the cooling fan?"

"Never."

"Cleaned it?"

"Never." Lester sighs and Elizabeth frowns,

"That bad?" He nods,

"Your engine is busted, you're gonna need a new one."

"Nooooo." Elizabeth groans

"Hey its okay, this happens all the time. It's just an accident." Lester tries to comfort the girl, she squats and hides in her knees.

"Hey now," Lester gets on his knee and pats the girls back.

"We can maybe order one from the next town over, but it'll take a while for it to come in since we're basically in the middle of no where." Lester then sits with the girl and he blinks when he hears a sob come from her.

"Jeez darlin, it ain't anything to cry about." He says and Elizabeth looks up, her makeup more runny than before,

"This is my karma! I know it is and- and I shouldn't be cryin-ing but-" she hides her face again and Lester stutters,

"Aw no no, this ain't karma just an accident. Honest."

He isn't entirely sure what else to do, seen plenty of girls cry in Ambrose. Ain't none of them cried like this.

Crying about karma, hell if karma was real he'd be dead, he thinks and shakes his head. He gently pats the girls back as she sobs. The two dogs show up and sit around the two Mac places his head on the girls back. Pushing Lester's hand away, Elizabeth quickly hugs her dog.

After a couple minutes, her sobs stop and she looks up.

"Im sorry Lester, I just. It's just been a lot today," she says and wipes her eyes, smudging her makeup.

"Wanna talk about it?" Lester ask and Elizabeth looks around, noticing the sun is starting to set.

"No, not right now. I'm just tired now, sorry for bothering you with my emotions and junk."

"Ain't no bother at all, I'm happy to help." She shows a smile from his words as he stands, he puts his hand out and she takes it to stand.

"I know, and thanks again. Do you think it's alright if my van stays the night? I'll try to go to another town in the morning and order an engine. I'll find a motel too." She says, trying to clean her face up from tears and makeup.

Lester raises a brow, and Elizabeth shakes her head already knowing he'll offer his home.

"Lester please you've already done so much for me! I promise that by tomorrow I'll be out of your hair." She says and Lester shakes his head,

"Darlin, How about we both go into town order you an engine and when it gets here I can put it in. If you think I'm letting you sleep in that hot van for the night you're dead wrong." Lester stands up straight and crosses his arms, Elizabeth actually has to look up to see his face.

"I've got a spare room, it's messy and mainly holds all my junk but it's got a bed, a desk and a closet." Lester says and Elizabeth takes a deep breathe,

"Thank you," she says and Lester uncrosses his arms,

"I mean it, without you I'd probably be kidnapped by some crazy guy. Unless you are the crazy guy." She jokes and Lester nervously laughs.

"I like to call myself unqiue." Lester jokes and Elizabeth laughs,

"That you are friend, that you are." Elizabeth says and watches as the sun falls behind the trees.

After grabbing her needed things from the van, the two walk towards the trailer.

The two walk onto the wooden porch, Elizabeth's hands grazing the bones hanging above,

"Those are my people repellents, makes hikers skedaddle." Lester jokes and Elizabeth smiles,

"They're beautiful," she compliments and Lester walks through the open door,

"Yup, they sure are. I uh, I keep my door open so the strays can come in and relax and get away from the heat." He says and flicks on a light, it blinks a few times but turns on.

The two are standing in the living room, the couches covered in fur and scratches. Clothes are all around and clean and unclean bones sit on the coffee table.

But the recliner is free of fur, just a flannel on the back.

Lester notices his playboy magazine on the coffee table and quickly snatches up the magazine, Rolling it up he laughs embarrassingly.

"Sorry about that, again not often I get guests." Elizabeth smiles and shakes her head. From behind the two, Mac and Jonesey come running in. They jump on the couch and sit next to each other.

"My house is there house." Lester pets Jonesy's head and smiles, putting the magazine behind the couch during this. He turns to face Elizabeth whose staring at the bones,

"I'll show you to ya room," Lester walks to the right and opens a bedroom door,

The bedroom filled with bones in boxes, books, clothes and random knick knacks. He quickly lifts boxes from the bed and pats the dust off.

"My casa your casa." He smiles and Elizabeth places her stuff down, Lester stands in the doorway now.

"Thanks again, Lester. I really appreciate it." Elizabeth puts her hand out and Lester looks down at it. It's so small, he gently grabs it and Elizabeth grabs one of the bracelets on her wrist. She brings it over her hand and onto his,

"I can't not give you a gift." She says and lets him go, Lester looks down at the bracelet. A whole set of animal teeth with beads in between.

"I- thank you. It's so purdy." He says and continues,

"You're a real uh...what's it called?"

"Freak?" He quickly shakes his head, and takes her hand again. Putting their wrists together with the bracelets,

"Unique," he smiles, "You're a real unique girl."

"Is it because I mess with bones and junk?"

"Well that, and because you're real nice." Elizabeth smiles,

"You're just as unique as me Lester." She says and the two look at each other for a second, wanting this conversation not to end but not sure how to continue.

Suddenly from behind Lester, Mac barks.

Elizabeth laughs,

"It's past his bedtime, sorry he gets cranky when he's not in bed by this time." Lester let's the dog run past him and onto the bed,

"Well, goodnight, um. Sleep tight?"

"You too Lester." Elizabeth quietly shuts her door and Lester stares at the closed door. Jonesy whines from behind him,

Lester turns to the dog and squats, he pets the dogs cheeks and smiles.

"She'll be our little secret, right Jonesey?" The dog licks his face.

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fracturedmotivationwriting · 4 years

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Pollux shares the truth and Datura lives up to her namesake

To say that Datura was shocked to find Pollux on her doorstep again was an understatement. Yes, her and the warlock had grown closer into actual friends recently, but there was still something odd about having him come over without Prometheus. Judging by the expression on his face, however, Datura realized that maybe Pollux wouldn't be seen with Prometheus for a long time.

He wasn't crying, per se. But he looked as close to crying as Pollux probably ever got. His eyes looked bloodshot, like they wanted to produce tears but were incapable. His typical scowl was even more prominent on his face. Only one thing could make Pollux look this miserable: he and Prom had broken up. Datura's heart was breaking for him.

He didn't need to say anything before Datura was ushering him inside, pushing him towards the couch as she immediately swept into the kitchen to brew some tea. She always stocked up on the ingredients for a calming potion. Maybe she would brew a little dreamless sleep draught for Pollux later. She suspected he may be grateful for the aid.

Pollux had zombie-walked towards her couch. Perched on the edge, he let his head fall into his hands. Things were really screwed up this time. Pollux didn't think he could fix it. Was there any way to mend a relationship that had fallen to distrust? Maybe for normal couples. But Pollux and Prom had never been normal.

Datura gently placed a teacup on the coffee table before him, one steaming in her own hands as she took a seat next to him. She waited as Pollux lifted his head slowly. This was a conversation that he needed to start. She had to be patient.

Pollux reached forward, staring at the contents of the teacup for a minute before taking a sip. A sigh escaped him as his shoulders relaxed a smidge more. He wasn't at peace yet, but it was a step in the right direction.

"She kicked me out," he rasped, gripping the teacup tighter. "We were arguing about Fiona again. I said some things that I probably shouldn't have and... And she told me to get out."

Datura placed a hand on Pollux shoulder. Just talking about this was taking a lot out of him, she could tell. Pollux was never one to talk about his feelings. He was never one to talk, period. Not as much as the others, at least. No, Pollux was the silent, "I'm listening to everything you say, but I will only grace you with my wisdom when I have to because I am much, much smarter than all of you," type. When he spoke up it was usually with sarcastic quips or logical facts. Not his emotions. Those conversations were reserved for Prometheus only.

Until now.

"Pollux, whatever you said, whatever she said," Datura started softly, but Pollux cut her off.

"No, what's done is done," he shook his head. "There's no taking back what we said to each other."

Something in his voice struck a chord with Datura. Pollux was feeling guilty over what he said to Prom, even though Prom likely said some pretty terrible things to him too. So what could Pollux have said that would lead to this kind of reaction in the usually stoic man?

Datura didn't even need to ask to get the answer to her question.

"She promised me she could handle Fiona. That her powers weren't getting out of the control, and that if they were, she would handle it," he scoffed, standing suddenly to pace around the room. While he was distracted, Datura carefully took the teacup from his hands (unnoticed) before he accidentally dropped it or threw it at a wall.

"And you know what I said? Y'know what my brilliant mind thought was a good response?" He asked, turning to face Datura with an almost crazed look in his eye. "'Like you took care of your brother, either time?' That's what I asked her! I used the one thing against her that I promised I never would."

Datura had absolutely no idea what Pollux was talking about. After the seance, Prom had fed the group a story about what had happened to her dead brother. Datura hadn't believed that the story was the entire truth, but she had no idea what was. And something in Pollux's eyes told her that he was less angry about whatever Prom did or didn't do to her brother, but more disappointed in himself for even bringing it up.

"It's bad enough she's tormented by him all the time, and I just had to throw it in her face," Pollux sighed, slouching down onto the couch again. "He's haunting her. That's why we had to summon Mormo."

"What?" Datura breathed out, not quite believing it.

"Most of what Prom told you about her brother was true. After his death, her parents had her as a replacement of sorts. Prom was tired of always being compared to him, so she tried to raise him from the dead. The necromancy stint didn't go as planned. Body and soul were raised, but Prom couldn't put them together. When they killed the body, the didn't manage to put the soul to rest. He's been haunting her ever since."

"That's terrible," Datura whispered, trying to imagine what Prom was living with these past few years. Datura did her fair share of seances, she'd spent plenty of time with ghosts. But to have one constantly by your side? Especially the brother you never met but were always compared to? It sounded like hell.

But not telling your coven the truth? About your past or why it was necessary to pull a demon out of hell? Not cool.

"We were hoping Mormo could devour his soul. Putting him to rest has been a dead-end, we figured having a demon consuming him would be the next best thing," Pollux admitted. "And so far this demon has brought nothing but misery to my life."

Datura snorted. Even with everything going on, Pollux wasn't going to miss the opportunity to badmouth Ambrose. Sure, the Fiona situation and therefore the Prom situation could be traced back to Ambrose's involvement, but he wasn't the only player in the game.

Handing Pollux his teacup again, which had significantly cooled, Datura leaned back on the arm of the couch and watched him carefully for a moment before speaking.

"I know it may not seem like it, but the two of you can get through this. Prom will forgive you. She'll understand," Datura reassured him. "It'll just take time. Things will work out."

"I don't think she will forgive me," Pollux disagreed sadly. "And even if she did... I don't know if I can forgive her this time."

Datura leaned forward. Pollux hadn't mentioned exactly what Prom had said during their fight. It was about Fiona, though, so Datura assumed that the witch was defending her friend and trying to assure Pollux that the human wouldn't get out of control with her powers. It was the same fight they had before. How much stronger had Fiona gotten that now it was different?

"What's different this time?" Datura asked quietly, but Pollux was refusing to meet her gaze. "The two of you have fought about Fiona before. What's changed? What did Fiona do this time to warrant the topic being brought up in the first place? How much stronger is she?"

Pollux shook his head. He knew Datura was asking because she was fearing the worse: that Fiona's powers were already uncontrollable. But truthfully, Pollux wasn't sure how far Fiona's powers were now. It wasn't a concern of how strong she was, it was a concern of what she had done to get there. And the fact that neither Fiona nor Prom seemed that concerned about it.

"I don't know how strong she is," Pollux admitted softly. "It's... It's what she did this time to get stronger."

"Well, what did she do?"

"Her last sacrifice... She wanted to use something bigger," Pollux murmured, his eyes slowly meeting Datura's. "Like a cat."

"No."

Datura was shaking her head, tears already forming in her eyes as realization dawned on her. But it couldn't be true. Not even Fiona would have done that. That was crossing a moral boundary.

"Datura, she sacrificed Hades."

"NO!" Datura shouted.

She stood abruptly, dropping her teacup at her feet. She didn't seem to notice. She kept shaking her head, muttering to herself as she paced through the room. She was so consumed by her own pain that she almost stepped on Hecate, who had been napping in a sunbeam. The frightened kitten scurried under the couch for refuge as Datura continued to cry and pace.

"Datura," Pollux sighed, standing and trying to reach for her, trying to pull her into a hug to comfort her. The witch merely shrugged him off.

"No! Fiona couldn't have done that," she insisted. "She could not have sacrificed my innocent, baby kitten Hades. Because if she did then she crossed a moral line. You don't not tell your friends that you killed their cat. You don't sacrifice your friend's pets, period. But you especially don't do that when that pet was a tribute to the Greek god of the Underworld, because that just means you're laughing in the face of magic. There is no turning back from here. If she sacrificed Hades, she is going to go too far because it means that she's already arrogant beyond belief. To risk my anger? To risk the anger of a Greek god?"

Pollux was a bit scared at the look in Datura's eyes. It reminded him of Prom the night she told him she was going to raise her brother from the dead.

He knew Datura would be upset, angry even, but he didn't expect her to react quite like this. Yes, the kitten had been her pet, and yes, he supposed it was a tribute to the God of the Underworld, but would the real Hades really care if a little kitten was sacrificed? Probably not. But apparently, Datura had made up her mind. She and the god were angry.

He watched in fear as Datura started plucking leaves and flowers off her plants. Mainly because he knew what all these plants were. And the majority of them were very, very deadly when alone. Throw them together? They would create a very slow, very painful death that not even the most powerful witch on earth could withstand. Pollux was pretty sure it would even cause a demon some rather intense and agonizing pain.

"She wants to kill my cat as a sacrifice? Fine!" Datura was muttering to herself, tossing ingredients onto the coffee table as she searched for her favorite gold-plated (merely pewter underneath) cauldron.

"Then it's her turn to be sacrificed. Oh, Hades and Hecate will love this treat," she laughed darkly, dropping a few petals of the datura plant into the cauldron first.

Before she could grab what looked suspiciously like a jar with a tiny brain and some blood in it, Pollux's hand grabbed her own. He tugged her away from the cauldron and made her face him.

"Datura, you are not sacrificing Fiona to the gods. We will confront her, and we will stop her, but you are not sacrificing her as revenge."

Datura practically pouted, but she pulled away from Pollux and nodded.

"Fine," she agreed, petulantly crossing her arms. "But if she steps foot in this apartment I can't promise I won't hex or maim her."

#witches and ghosts and demons oh my

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I know I just sent something so please take your time but what would the sinclairs do when/if the teen found out the truth about ambrose and freaked out trying to run away

hhhhh I don't mind at all; I've answered several of these asks today and I adore writing them! They're quick, easy, and mean I can make some content without having to use big brain energy to write a full out piece.😂😩 I do have something very similar to this coming out soon (the Bo reunion fic part 2 a really sweet nonnie asked for), so be on the look out for that!

pt.1 of this ask here - Lester finds you on the side of the road & takes you to Ambrose

TW; CANON TYPICAL DARKNESS, IMPLICATIONS OF STOCKHOLM SYNDROME (not intended but it could be read that way).

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This is teen/young adult specific though, so they would not kill you. It goes totally against what they do, but rest assured that you will not be leaving Ambrose. When you came to them, you had nothing but your clothes and a phone without signal. And now, you have a room of your own, three meals a day (don't ask where Lester got the meat, you do not wanna know), three people willing to protect you, an entire town to explore whenever you want... what more could you want?

You freak out, rightfully so and understandably so. You ran away fast, so fast that even Bo's reflexes weren't enough for him. You ran from the house of wax, the door left open behind you, Jonesy barking to alert her long haired human that you had left. You ran past the garage, past the pet store, and now Bo's hot on your heels and Vincent not far behind him - those two are somehow able to communicate on the phone together when neither of them are in the same room and despite the fact that Vinny doesn't speak. Neither of them know why you're running, but they know you're scared and they wanna know why.

By the time you get to the Ambrose sign, Lester's there with his truck. His arms wrap around you. You scream, cry, kick, but he holds you tightly, shushing you. He's trying so hard to calm you down. He knows, Y/N, he does, he knows it's gross and scary and awful. He doesn't do the killing, but he does the luring and the deliveries so he's just as bad and he knows it.

The two of you sink to the floor, Bo and Vincent quickly closing the distance. You're gasping, shaking, crying, screaming, almost gagging from the force of it all, and Lester's got a hand on your back, trying so so so hard to calm you down. "Y're all righ', Y/N. Ain't no one gonna' hurt'cha. M'brothers won't hurt ya'."

You laugh. It's a panic response, the sound too high pitched and soaked with disbelief, desperation. Where the fuck are you gonna go? What are you gonna do? Your mind is racing and when Bo bends down to speak to you on your own level (he's fond of you), you shrink away from him and closer to Lester, who hums and rubs a hand across your back.

"Shush, darlin', shush," Bo's joining in with Lester now, "Ain't gonna hurt'cha. Wha' scared ya' so bad, hm?"

"I - " You look up at Vincent, who sees you in that moment, perceptive is he, and his single eye widens.

Vincent makes a mmf noise which is muffled by the mask, and Bo understands his brother.

"Ah, christ." Bo shuffles closer, Vincent too, and now you're boxed in by the Sinclairs.

You're going nowhere.

"C'mon back to the house," Bo sighs, "We'll answer any questions ya' got. Ya'ain't leavin', darlin'. Can't. Seen and know too much. Sides," he grins up at Lester. It's predatory, and your stomach drops. "Where ya' gonna go?"

If you move of your own accord, they all relax slightly. But you're closely watched by all three.

But if you fight? Bo's slinging you over his shoulder and forcing you back to the house.

From that night on, your door is tightly locked from the outside when you go to bed.

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Hi I just found your blog I freaking love it!!! I wonder if you could make headcannons about Brahms, Jason, Vincent and Michael with a s/o that has their five minutes like running around, being goofy.

Thank you so much!!!💖 I only write for the Sinclair brothers, so to make up for the fact I don't write for the others, I'll make this as long & as detailed as I can! I hope that's okay & I'm sorry for any disappointment!💖

Vincent Sinclair with an S/O who has a goofy five minutes

Gender neutral reader, no coded language, "you" & Y/N used

TW; canon typical darkness & violence, swearing, reader is as bad as the Sinclairs, unhealthy relationship elements, some discussion about Bo and Vinny's relationship (canon compliant).

Word count: 811.

For the most part, Vincent adores it when you have a goofy five minutes. He loves nothing more than to stand back and watch you run around, especially if you think you're all alone, because that's when you're most unguarded and you're freer within yourself.

Vincent likes to stand in the many shadows in Ambrose, watching, waiting, for a victim or for a moment in which he can confront Bo at his lowest point; so stubborn is the oldest twin that patience is an absolute must and over the decades, Vincent has gotten very good at waiting for Bo to break. It breaks Vincent's heart every damn time, but he channels that into helping his older brother.

Even you, after months of being in a relationship with him, won't know Vincent is stood there unless he makes it known to you. If you think you're alone despite being in a wide or open space, like the foyer of the House of Wax, that's because it's what he wants you to think.

Depending on whether or not you know he's watching you, he might even get a camera out which he stole from some teenager with a red baseball cap a few years back and film you. He just loves all of you; your every expression of every emotion, your body, your voice, the way you run around and let yourself be for just five minutes... Vincent loves you so much, his muse, and he wants to preserve these moments in the only way available to him, even if you have them multiple times a day.

He does love it when you have five minutes just to run around, and he always stops what he's doing, if it's possible, so that he can watch you. In those moments, Vincent's very thankful for the mask because you can't see him smiling so wide that it makes his face hurt. You might see the mask shift just slightly if you're paying attention, though. Vincent just can't contain his own joy when he watches you express whatever it is that you're feeling in these five minutes.

Sometimes, he sends Bo or Lester a text when he can see that you're building up to it, because his brothers love watching you as much as Vincent does, though, again - you won't know they're there unless they want you to. They're all very stealthy and quick on their feet. If he knows you're okay with it, Lester may actually sometimes join in with you; he loves running around and being carefree. It's never something the twins will do, but Lester is very much the type who would find your five minutes rather tempting and he would want to keep you company in whatever you're feeling, whether it's positive, negative, or somewhere in between!

So while it's true that Vincent loves your five minutes to be goofy and let off some steam, there are two places he will actively stop you from doing it: the kitchen and his basement. Both of these are for obvious reasons. He loves you and your every expression, he does, but Vincent cannot and will not allow anything to harm you. Even the possibility of you getting hurt has him wanting to cry; you're his muse and he would and could protect you with his life, so please leave either of those rooms before you have a goofy five minutes!

Don't think he's above scooping you up, flailing limbs and all, and dumping you outside the kitchen or basement with a stern look, because he isn't. You can wriggle in his grasp as much as you want, but he will remove you from those rooms and only allow you back in when you're finished. Is it controlling? Perhaps, but it comes from a place of love.

When you're done, panting and grinning or crying (depending on what the emotion was), Vincent tilts his head at you as if to ask how you're feeling. He enjoys checking in on you to see how you are at any given moment; he tracks everything about you because he cares so deeply, though he realises it comes across as overbearing sometimes. He just doesn't care about that; you knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to be in a relationship with him months ago, so he sees no reason to worry about how it may seem to you. Vincent is very much the, 'take it or leave it' type and he's unapologetic about who he is.

Vincent would never ever join in with you, but he is a spectator to it all, and he adores you. All of you. Vincent's brand of love is a tough and silent one, but it's ironically in times like these that you'll realise just how loud his love language is. He's practically screaming it at you, the beautiful man.

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