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Can you blame me though

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Gunnar Hansen and William Vail taking a break from shooting

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And then he kicked Lester out too

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I finally got my tumblr fixed! So I cant request here now ☺️ When you have time(don’t push yourself! I know I request a lot) could you maybe, and it’s a lil sad but, maybe Bo got really mad at something/ victim and yelled at y/n and made them cry? I’m sorry I’m in a angsty mood😭 how would he feel sorry?

Ps. I absolutely love your writing

When The Monsters In Your Head Say Hello

Bo Sinclair x GN S/O

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, Language (swearing), Use of guns, Morally-grey Reader, Manipulative Reader

Best believe that I’m going to stuff so much fluff down your throat that you’ll be shitting romance novels. Lol. In all seriousness tho, love your prompts and I’m working on that part two of Hide and Seek that you asked for :)

And, if any of you are interested in throwing me a tip, why not buy me a coffee?

Bo was in a bad mood, that much was obvious from his aggressive movements as he cooked dinner.

You had kept your distance, sharing confused and cautious looks with Vincent as the two of you alternated between watching TV and watching Bo make a racket with the scathing insults that the man aimed at various inanimate objects.

There was no way that the three of you could eat dinner together if this kept up, so you resigned yourself to attempting to cool the raging inferno that was Bo’s anger issues.

Unfortunately, the easy part was calming him down. But in order to do that you had to find out what exactly was bothering him, now that was the hard part.

You signaled Vincent to let him know what you were going to do and the masked man stiffly rose from the couch and made himself scarce, but you didn’t blame him because trying to crack Bo open and get him to actually talk about his feelings was always an ugly affair because he fought it so hard and usually ended up saying some pretty shitty things to you.

Eventually though, you would find the root of the problem and tear it out into the open so he would have to deal with it. His anger usually died down after he acknowledged that he was upset and that it was okay to be upset, the man would always look around to make sure Vincent wasn't lurking before he confided in you.

You heaved a breath before pushing off the sofa and making your way into the kitchen, keeping your posture loose and welcoming.

“Bo?” You asked, tone calm but firm. The man paused his violent stirring, sparing you a narrow-eyed glance before facing the stove to turn it off.

“What do you want?” Bo snapped, shoulders tense.

“Did something happen with that girl you got locked up?” You tested the water, knowing that you had hit the nail on the head when Bo went eerily still. “Did she say something to you-”

You were cut off when the man whirled around with a snarl, stalking over to you to get into your face. You held your ground and maintained a neutral expression, knowing that he was looking for a reaction.

If you gave him anything to work with, he would twist this entire conversation on you.

“Why ‘s it any 'a yer business? Ya ain’t my fuckin’ girlfriend.” Bo sneered, accent noticeably thicker in his anger.

“No, I’m not your girlfriend.” You agreed, meeting his rage with unwavering calmness. “But I’m your family and I want to make sure that you’re okay.” You continued, searching his face for anything that might give you a clue to why he was so riled up.

It seemed like whatever had happened had been more emotionally hurtful than mental or physical.

He only got like this when he was in the process of bottling something up.

“You? Family? Tha’s rich.” Bo snorted and your mouth twitched downward, the man quite accidentally hitting a nerve. You knew that you had fucked up when a cruel grin curled onto his lips, his head tilting in a mocking manner.

“What? Ya hang ‘round here fer a bit and all’a sudden ya think yer one’a us?”

Your lips pressed into a thin line, your composure steadily cracking under the pressure that Bo was putting on it.

“The only reason yer alive right now ‘s because you were too pathetic ta kill.” Bo stabbed a finger at your chest, heedless of the way your face crumpled under the onslaught.

“You don’t-” You were interrupted when the man laughed, the sound harsh and bitter.

“What? Mean that? I sure do, sugar.” Bo drawled and you grit your teeth as your eyes burned because now you were mentally going through all of your conversations, second-guessing where you stood with the brothers.

But there was a way to find out.

Your eyes slid over to the revolver that Bo had angrily discarded onto the dining table when he’d stormed in, Bo’s gaze following your stare to the firearm. He snorted, stepping aside and making a grand gesture at it.

“Be my fuckin’ guest, just one less sad sack 'a shit ta carry around.” The man spat, the words only hardening your resolve.

You shoved past him and moved over to the table to snag the gun, marching out of the room and up the staircase before locking yourself in the bathroom.

You sank heavily onto the toilet lid, examining the gun in your hands. You checked the chamber to make sure it was full before securing it back into place and pulling the hammer back with an ominous click.

You raised the gun into the air -pushing your shoulder against one ear while your hand covered the other- and fired into the ceiling before simultaneously stomping your foot and letting the weapon fall to the ground with a heavy clatter that would really sell the illusion.

Then you waited.

At first, there was silence. The nothing fills up the room and buzzes in your ears, numbing you from the inside out. Then suddenly there’s the thud of footsteps from below, slow and cautious.

“Y/n?” Bo’s voice carries through the door, but it’s not loud enough for him to be right outside. “Y/n?” The creak of that one noisy stair accompanies the call this time, his tone somehow fainter despite the fact that he was actively getting closer.

You hold your breath when the doorknob twists only to refuse him entrance, it stills and you feel something inside you shrivel up and die when the silence persists once more.

Oh god, what if it had all been a lie-

“Look I’m sorry, okay? Just open the door.” The timid way that Bo knocked contradicted his harsh tone, but you didn’t dare let yourself hope. It was probably just another ruse, if you opened that door he wouldn’t hesitate to shoot you himself.

You dropped your head into your hands, pressing down on your eyes until dark spots danced in your vision.

The tightness in your chest was suffocating.

“Y/n, please.” Bo pleaded and you froze in disbelief, there was no way that you had just heard Beauregard fucking Sinclair beg. Doing so went against his nature. “Just say somethin' so I know you're okay.”

Well, no doubt about it now, he was definitely begging. Which was just... strange to hear, for lack of a better word.

“Fuck. No, please. Nononono.”

Something hit the door with enough force to break the latch and you jumped, blinking owlishly at Bo when the wooden barrier swung inward.

The man’s eyes were wild as he took in the situation, gaze jumping from the gun, to the hole in the ceiling, and finally to you a few times as he processed.

“I thought you didn’t care.” You manage to choke out before you’re sobbing, a damn of emotion breaking inside of you all at once as you curled in on yourself.

You heard a thud and looked up through blurry vision to see Bo on his knees in front of you with a stricken expression on his face.

“Of course I care. Com'on now, don’t cry. 'M sorry.” Bo started to ramble, apologizing over and over again as his hands hovered in the air uselessly.

“'M an asshole. I shouldn’t 'ave said those things. Please stop cryin'.” His voice was thick, one of his hands tentatively settling on your arm.

"'M sorry, Y/n. I care 'bout ya. So much.” He gently curled his fingers around your wrist, keeping his grip light and easy to break as he pulled you closer to him. You didn’t fight him as he sat back, stretching his legs out before situating you in his lap.

He tucked your head under his chin and wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back as he rocked side to side.

He just held you as he softly swayed, his free hand clamping onto the back of your neck. His pointer and middle finger were pressed together and slightly spread away from the rest, putting firm pressure against your pulse point.

He had to readjust his fingers with each sob because your body jerked, but he did so without comment or complaint.

You could’ve sat there for minutes or hours, but eventually your tears dried.

When you were more or less calm, Bo quietly asked if you wanted to relocate to your room. You shook your head and the man nodded, lapsing into silence for a moment before he tentatively offered to bring you to his.

You thought about it, ultimately bobbing your head to agree and Bo heaved a relieved breath before shifting in order to get his feet underneath him. He was a bit unsteady getting up because his center of balance was off, but his grip remained almost painfully tight so you figured that he didn’t give a shit.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he marched through the busted doorway, heading to his room and pushing inside.

He went straight to his bed, climbing onto it with you still clinging to him as tightly as he was clutching onto you. He laid down on his side, grabbing one of the blankets at the end of his bed and pulling it up to cover the both of you.

“You c'n sleep, it’s okay. I ain’t goin' nowhere. I gotcha.” Bo whispered and your eyes fluttered closed, drifting into sweet oblivion.

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Pov: I'm in a room full of men and I feel safe except I belong in an asylum

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rz mikey 

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Waking up the goddamned dead with the resounding clap of his angst filled cheekage 😔🍑

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I finally watched the black phone 😳✨✨

And i loved the movie! Aaaaaaa ❤️✨✨✨

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"Slashers with an S/o who cries when people shout at them"

Warning: cursing and a bit of angst

Characters: Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire

Bo Sinclair

You and bo have fights but never to the point he yells or shouts at you. This time he was really angry because a victim escaped.

"I TOLD YOU TO WATCH THEM FOR ONE SECOND AND THEY ESCAPED, IT WAS THAT SIMPLE"

You bite your lip refusing to talk back as you lower your head until he is finished.

He sighed and made you look up at him. You were crying, big tears flow from your eyes as you looked at him. Your lips quivering and you looked away.

You both stood there until Bo broke and gave you a hug

It wasnt like those apology hugs your mom made you do to make up with your siblings

It was very sincere and tight

"I'm sorry doll, I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry for raising my voice at you. " he whispered in your ear so soft and gentle.

He sat you both down while you're in his lap as he caresses your back. You both stayed there holding each other in your arms.

He told Lester to find the victim which he did and killed so it was problem solved.

From today on he never raised his voice when he got angry, you both communicated better and you two would make up pretty quickly.

If any of his brothers did the same to yell at you then he would be throwing hands

All in all he learned to be gentle with you which his brothers never ever thought he could do

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas already knew you cried when being shouted at

Hoyt was never really a good tempered person and will degrade your self esteem the chance he gets but you would suck the tears back up and wont let Thomas know what happened.

This time it was something different

"YOU FUCKING WHORE, ALL THE SHIT YOU DID WILL PASS THROUGH TOMMY BUT NOT ME"

You were shivering, Luda mae was not there to save you or beat this bitch and tommy was busy in the basement.

Hoyt raised a hand at you, as you squinted your eyes to brace yourself of the impact you hear..

"Aye tommy i-i was kidding.. hehe.. your little doll there was..AAAAA"

Tommy was standing in between you and hoyt , holding the man's hand back.

Tommy almost choked him to death if it werent for Luda Mae finally getting home.

Your boyfriend kept you in his arms like a baby as he rocks you.

He mumbles and grunts to give encouragement

He wont let anyone of his family yell nor harm you

Brahms Heelshire

You weren't the best of care takers. You always followed the rules so you wont anger Brahms.

But since Malcohlm was running late and you needed the groceries you have no choice but to go to the store

You planned to just have a quick trip so that when you come back Brahms wont even notice. But he did , he saw you walk out that gate.

Brahms is an impatient man, a minute of you gone it's been hours to him. But when you come back.

He stormed screaming at you

"YOU BROKE THE RULES, YOU DARE LEAVE ME ALONE LIKE MY PARENTS?! YOURE HORRIBLE "

You tried to explain yourself with incoherent mumbles as you shake. He towers over you going silent, Hes just looking at you!

You broke down and into a ball

Brahms started to feel bad, at least you came back for him.

He left you alone and slid your favorite snack over to you as he sits on the floor with you

In his childish voice he started to say sorry , patting your head gently

If you're both stuck in this house he might as well treat you better

He hugs you not letting go until you stopped crying

-Just a quick reminder that if you experience this in real life from a spouse its best to leave them, although fights are normal among relationships they shouldnt mistreat you either way💕

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its cause ur always chainsaw massacre ing that damn texas

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I see people liking my stinky boy, so I post it alone hehehe 👀✨✨

I have more than this sketch, this one is the most decent of all (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

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i know house of wax was made in 2005 but like I'd 10000% be lured into their hell town for dollar nineteen gas and id be mad when i didn't get my dollar nineteen gas like you LIED TO ME ABOUT GAS PRICES???? you MONSTER?? as I'm whole ass being covered in wax those would be my final thoughts. If I escaped I wouldn't even run id fight my way outta bo's murder basement and still be mad about the gas and id yell at him about it and then i'd die.

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I don't care, okay? Lester digs out finds his older brothers after the movie ending.

They're all alive and hiding out somewhere until the heat dies down.

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