#Brian van Holt imagine

[haddonfieldwhore]

god loves you, but not enough to save you - bo sinclair

bo sinclair x fem!reader

please read warnings !

summary: bo sees you as his next victim. you see him as your last hope

warnings: stockholm syndrome speedrun, implied domestic abuse, language, mentions of death, blood, alcohol and smoking, some religious references sprinkled in, bo is bo

word count: 2k

your eyes fluttered open as you felt your body thud onto a chair with a creak, the metal frame unstable under any amount of weight. it wouldn’t break though. he tightened all the bolts himself; checked everything so nothing would go wrong. as unorganized as this hellscape of a room seemed to anyone else, bo knew where everything was; every pair of pliers, every blade. he was meticulous, sometimes damn near a perfectionist. not that any his guests were here to admire the furnishings.

in the rare instance that things didn’t go how he planned, he himself became unpredictable; became even more terrifying. but this was different. something in your eyes was different, and it drove him mad.

you didn’t scream, just looked around frantically to gather what was happening. everything that had happened. your ankles were taped together, and you were in a basement. your head hurt like you’d been hit with something, as you remembered the road trip you had been on with your boyfriend, nathan.

you remembered the washed out road

the gas station

oh god, where was nathan?

the man from the gas station….. bo…

“yeah sweetheart?” your focus snapped to the face of the man currently restraining you to the chair, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. how much had you said out loud? why was he doing this?

“please - you don’t have to-“ his hand snapped over your mouth, the smell of dirt and gasoline filling your mouth and nose.

“shhhh, if you scream, i’ll have to hurt ya,” he cooed, and you shook your head gently. with your one free hand that remained unbound to the chair, you gripped his wrist desperately, but your touch was gentle; gentler than any touch he had felt in years. he nearly faltered for a second, your fingers hovering over the scars on his wrist. had you noticed them? he wondered.

his hesitation allowed you to softly pull his hand away from your mouth.

“p…please, you have to help me. nathan-“

“you think if you bat your pretty little eyelashes at me i’ll let you go back to your boyfriend?” he taunted, but your eyes went wide and you shook your head, frantically this time, and your hand clung onto his arm tighter now. he pulled it from your grip, looking at your face with a confused expression. what game were you playing?

“no - please, you don’t understand - you have to help me,” you repeated, and as he studied your face, he noticed a smudge on your cheekbone. your skin looked different; he spent enough time looking at the damn wax figures to know what a persons skin looked like. he reached his hand towards you slowly, dragging his thumb between your parted lips, wetting the pad of his finger with your saliva. he tasted of iron, and you wondered if he noticed the way you licked your lips when he retracted his hand.

you winced as he gently wiped the digit across your cheek, removing the makeup to reveal a dark bruise, masterfully disguised behind layers of concealer.

something clicked in bo’s head.

something terrible.

something cruel.

here he was, taking you captive and fully intending to kill you. here you were, begging him to be your saving grace. he smiled darkly, your eyes wide as they pleaded with his.

“now that’s no way to treat a lady,” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “he do this to ya, sweetheart?” he asked, making his voice sound so sweet, you almost believed it was sincere.

“please,” you begged again. maybe if you said it enough times, you would get through to him. a human part of him, if there even was one. “i’ll do anything you want. just please…. he’ll kill me.”

his rough hands held either side of your face, cradling it as he leaned over your body, caging you beneath him. you welcomed it, like a safety blanket.

this had never happened before. he hadn’t even done anything to you yet, and you were already giving yourself over to him. did you not get it? did you not understand that whatever had been done to you, oh lord he could be

so

much

worse.

it was almost too easy. the chase was half of the game for him. what was the point if you gave up so soon?

he thought about killing you right then. sure, that was no fun - he didn’t enjoy killing people quickly. but it would be so easy to just snap your neck, so delicate in his grasp. just one little twist-

“bo…” you whispered, and his eyes focused again, having zoned out looking at your throat, his chest heaving up and down with adrenaline thinking about just how easily you had surrendered to him. he hadn’t realized that he had leaned closer, so close that he could smell your strawberry chapstick.

you could smell the cigarettes on his breath; the whiskey on his tongue. he captured your mouth with his, teeth tugging roughly at your bottom lip as your heart pounded in your chest.

you shouldn’t like this.

you shouldn’t want it.

but the taste of him makes your head spin.

you reach to touch him with your free hand, but his own hand catches your wrist as you reach for him. maybe it’s instinct; he thinks your fighting back.

you should be.

you know damn well you should be.

the taste of iron fills your mouth again, but it’s not his fingers this time. his teeth have pierced into your lip, staining the kiss with crimson.

“he ain’t never gonna touch you again,” bo whispers as he nuzzles the side of his head against yours, and tears creep down your face.

“promise?”

“i swear to god. he’s never gonna lay another finger on you.”

and he won’t.

you believe him.

this time bo lets you reach for him, your fingers clinging to the front of his stained work shirt that your knuckles ached. the restraints on your other wrist clang against the metal of the chair as you pull at them, wanting to hold onto him. he undoes the leather strap and you reach up, pushing his hat off of his head so you can tangle your fingers through his dark hair. it’s greasy between your fingertips, but you don’t care.

“you look so pretty, darling.” blood stains your lips and your eyelashes are stuck together with tears. you stare up at him like he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, and he realizes that you’re long gone already; he’s managed to sink his hooks into you and all it took was one little promise. the devil stands before you and you look at him like he hung the stars. lucifer was once an angel after all, wasn’t he?

a sound above you causes bo to cover your mouth again, gentler this time as he looks up through the grate in the ceiling. footsteps shuffle across the driveway of the gas station, and nathans boots drop dirt through the grate and onto your hair. you screw your eyes shut as you cling to bo, who looks at your cowering form beneath him and smiles.

“i’ll be right back darling,” his hand is still on your mouth as you nod at him with wet eyes, hands trembling as he slowly pulls away.

the room feels cold and empty as soon as he’s gone, his boots heavy as they stomp up the stairs, locking the door behind him.

you breathe a careful sigh of relief.

he’s gone, he can’t hurt me.

he’s gone, he can’t hurt me.

nathan’s gone, bo won’t let him hurt me.

with your hands no longer restrained, you undid the duct tape around your ankles, pulling your knees up under your chin and wrapping your arms around them.

footsteps descend the stairs, heavy again as the stairs creak and the lock clicks open.

you should be scared of him.

you should be scared of the knife in his hand. the blood on his wrist.

you should be scared because he was going to kill you, and he still might. but for now, he doesn’t.

at least for right now, he is your saviour.

he tosses the weapon aside, and it clatters onto the metal table next to him. you watch as his fingers slide a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his breastpocket, and pull one out with his teeth. he lights the end and walks over to you, his fingers tilting your chin up to look at him.

your hand reaches up to wipe a splatter of blood off the side of his neck, and you almost don’t notice the way bo freezes for just a second as you touch him. his hand wraps around your wrist and brings your fingers to his lips, sucking the end of each finger past his lips until all the blood is gone, his eyes never leaving yours.

god, the way you look at him.

he’s never seen anything like it. it isn’t fear.

it’s a look of devotion.

he offers you the cigarette and you take it between your fingers with your other hand.

“you ready to go home?” he asks, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“home?” you asked, taking a drag of his cigarette. you didn’t want it, you just hoped it would taste like him, but it just burnt your throat.

“the house, silly,” he smiled, and it almost looked sincere, like he was amused by you. “just up the road?” he was the bo you had met at the gas station again. the charming one. the sweet one.

the house, you thought. that’s right. he had taken you there to get the part you needed to fix nathan’s car, and the next thing you knew you were waking up here. “did you hit your head or something?” he teased, like he hadn’t been the one who knocked you out in the first place. he walked closer to take the cigarette from your grip, the ash falling onto your lap and sizzling against the layer of sweat on your bare skin. he placed a kiss on the top of your head before extending his empty hand to you, helping you out of the chair.

you followed bo up the stairs and realized you had been beneath the gas station, the sun long set outside. you didn’t know how long you had been down there.

“watch your step,” he mumbled, and you looked down at the pool of blood on the floor, and the trail of it, like something had been dragged across the floor and out of the store.

“nathan….” you asked, the word tasted vile in your mouth. you wiped your lips with the back of your hand for good measure.

“vincent took him out of here. no need to worry, darling,” he promised.

“vincent?” you asked, as he pulled you behind him by your hand, his calloused fingers rough as they interlocked with yours. you liked the way your hand felt in his.

“my brother- you’ll meet him later, he’s workin’ right now. he’s pretty quiet but i think you’ll like him.”

“okay,” you smiled - the first time you had smiled since you woke up in that basement. bo smiled back; and while it looked genuine, it was evil.

he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

and it had been

so

easy.

he hadn’t even done anything that he wouldn’t have done anyways - all he did was kill nathan.

but in your eyes he had saved your life.

how twisted is that?

bo tried to kill you, and here you were clinging to his arm, like you’d float away if you let go. as if he was the only thing holding you to the ground.

and he was. and he knew it.

there was no saving you now.

not when you believed you’d already been saved.

bo froze as your feet sped up to catch up with him, and your arms circled around his waist.

you were hugging him?

heaven help you, you really were a lost cause.

“thank you,” you mumbled, your head buried in the front of his shirt. bo laughed to himself, and let his arms wrap around you.

“you shouldn’t thank me, sweetheart,” he replied, the double meaning to his statement flying over your head. “what kind of man would i be if i didn’t help you? my momma - she raised me better than that.”

he couldn’t help but smile to himself. “you can meet her too, one day.”

you smiled up at him even though you didn’t get the joke, and he leaned down to kiss your lips. you decided you would never get tired of the taste of his mouth on yours. his lips like a drug.

“you gonna let me walk or we gonna stand out here forever?” he laughed, as you hadn’t let go of him yet.

“just don’t leave me,” you asked pathetically. you would have got on your knees and begged if you had to, even if the gravel would’ve scraped your knees bloody.

“believe me, darling,” he grinned. “i aint never lettin’ you get away.”

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[capybar00]

Vincent Sinclair (+ tbh creature)

here's a more favourable vincent doodle I actually like and a little tbh creature vinnie because i've been enjoying drawing them a whole lot

(click on the picture for better quality)

he-

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Shows Of Affection With Bo:

(obviously these are all my own opinions so if you don't agree then that's totally fine just please don't hate👍😊)

It's very rare he'll allow hugs and if he ever does let you hug him, it's incredibly awkward, like his body will be so stiff against yours it's like hugging a sheet of cardboard.

Although there have been a couple of times when he's been able to easily melt into your embrace, his hands resting comfortably on the small of your back, his chin resting on top of your head. This usually occurs during rare moments when he lets his guard down, when he allows himself to be vulnerable with you.

A lot of the time if you're sitting close to him, he'll have his hand resting on your thigh. He doesn't even do it intentionally anymore, it's just instinct at this point. And you still can't decide if it's his way of showing affection or his way of staking claim. Or maybe it's a mix of both? Either way, you'd rather not question it.

Whilst he remains incredibly awkward with hugging, he'll never say no to kissing. Although he's never satisfied with a simple peck, he has to practically devour you when he kisses you.

When there's no one around, he'll let you hold his hand, might even let you play with the ring on his finger if you're lucky.

When you finally tell him you love him, he'll probably just scoff before telling you to shut your mouth. But inside, he's probably losing his shit because no one's told him that in so long. And he definitely didn't expect you to be the one saying it.

It'll definitely take him a lot longer to say "I love you", simply because he's afraid of making a fool of himself. And as much as he doesn't want to admit it, he's afraid to love someone, because everyone else has left him, with the exception of his brothers.

But when he finally does say "I love you", he absolutely makes it difficult. He'll be on his way out one morning and you'll hear him mutter something under his breath. You could've swore he just said he loved you, but that couldn't have been right, could it?

You'll find yourself chasing after him, catching him just as he's about to get into his truck and leave. "Did I hear that right?" You'll ask, noticing how he immediately looks away from you. "Hear what? I didn't say nothin'." "You just said you love me. I heard you!" He'll just readjust his cap on his head and jump into his truck before telling you to shut up, and then he'll drive away like nothing ever happened. But you don't care, because he loves you.

[Main Masterlist] [Bo Masterlist]

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[fluffy-little-demon]

Stay

Bo Sinclair x Reader

I love soft Bo 💕

You and Bo both being exhausted from the day that you gladly welcomed sleep.

You got changed into one of bo's shirts then got comfy in bed.

Bo stripped down so he was just wearing his boxers then joined you in bed.

You both settled down, him laying on his back and you snuggled up to his side your head on his chest and one of your legs crossed over his.

About 4 hours later Bo shot up covered in sweat and breathing heavily. His eyes was frantically looking around the room to make sure what had just happened wasn't at all real.

He looked over at you to make sure you were ok. At some point in the night you had rolled over in your sleep facing away from him.

You were safe, still asleep, completely unharmed most importantly still alive.

Bo settled back down behind you and snuggles in your back with his head buried in the crock of your neck wrapping his arms around your waist.

A couple hours later you woke up, feeling him clinging on to you.

You try to turn around but his grip becomes tighter followed by a soft grunt.

It's only when you try to move again that your brain registers the slightly damp feeling on your back.

"Bo, you ok bun?"

It's takes a couple seconds for your sleepy brain to understand what has happened "Did you have a bad dream?"

You feel him tense for a split second before nodding.

He loosens his grip enough for you to turn around but tightening it again

Gently cupping his cheek you place a soft lingering kiss on his lips.

Running your hand through his hair "it's alright my love, I'm here" "do you want to talk about it?"

"No, just stay with me would ya darlin"

"Of course bunny. I'm not going anywhere"

Bo places sloppy sleepy kisses on your neck before he buries his head back into you. "I love you y/n"

"I love you too Bo"

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[brandnewhuman]

Bestie can i request starting a family with the Sinclair twins?

Best family in town

♡Headcanons♡

☆STARRING☆

Vincent Sinclair ☆ aka waxy sexy man with big unhinged husband energy

Bo Sinclair ☆ aka greasy malewife very pretty very head empty, that lives in my head rent free

CONTENT

Tw: canon violence, mature language, some angst, talks about the twins past ecc

A/n: ONE OF MY FAV MOOTS MAKING REQUESTS? ABOUT DILF BO? AND DILF VINNY? HOW CAN I SAY NO? SGDHSKAKSJHDAHAH going feral for this type of content. BRO, I'm sorry if this is kind of shitty but I've tried my best. While doing it I keep having this feeling of misunderstanding the fucking assignment but it what it is, hope you like it nonetheless. BTW, BO WOULD BE A GREAT DAD. AND VINNY IS LITERALLY HUSBAND MATERIAL SO let's get going

Bo Sinclair:

Dilf Bo is something I will never shut up about. The bitch lives in my brain rent free and I'm shamelessly allowing it

Bo is already pretty much into the whole family thing but, funnily enough, he has never thought about starting his own 

like idk if it makes sense but he sees himself as someone who is meant to help others become the best version of themselves but at the same time he doesn't feel like he's a caregiver because he does not have the means to be one(?)

It's like with his brothers, he loves them yes but he kind of has to be there for them. He didn't really have a choice, he was meant to make vinny shine 

He was the bas example that made other people act right if you get what I mean

I like to think about dilf Bo post house of wax

I feel like he would have time to get in a better mental space. Having you around and helping him understand that he deserves more than just ruining his life to make his mother happy

If we're talking about during house of wax Bo I feel like he would be more prominent to accidentally adopt (read: kidnap because he killed their parents) a child

It's not that he doesn't want a kid of his own but he's really scared of the kid turning out like him. He doesn't want anyone to feel like those

Plus if you, for any reason, can't have a child it's a win win situation 

Older Bo would steal the gremlin on purpose as soon as you say you want a kid 

It's all about the Bo you want a family with bro

One thing is for sure, Bo would always be the most patient parent ever 

He would protect that child with his own life. Maybe young Bo would not stop doing psycho himbo shit for them but he would definitely be more careful because of them

I can see how positively a kid could affect Bo 

He wouldn't have to see his child as someone superior to him or someone he has to make look good, that's why he feels so much more free to interact with the kid in more healthy ways. 

For example I can see him picking up good habits so the child does the same which results in Bo taking more care of himself

He's all for the domestic bliss babes. My man doesn't even think about it, he's already acting like a malewife 

I genuinely think that besides you, the kid would be one of the few people to see Bo's true personality 

You would catch him teaching the kid how to play piano or taking him for rides on the truck while secretly teaching him how to drive 

It's like he has a new found joyful energy within him ever since the kid is around. 

He is less loomy and more genuine. He cares less about keeping at bay every emotion 

Having someone who looks up to him with such genuine love and admiration is like the best thing Bo has ever experienced 

He will teach the kid that he doesn't has to be good at anything to deserve love 

Expect lots of quality family time together like Sunday morning watching cartoons while having breakfast, going together to get the groceries ecc

He has never experienced those things in a normal and healthy way so he obviously wants his kid to have them 

I JUST KNOW THAT BO IS THE TYPE OF DAD WHO'S ALWAYS SAYING HE WONT LET THE KID HAVE THEIR WAY BUT ENDS UP SPOILING THEM ANYWAYS

the way that child will straight up girlboss his way with Bo 

The kid is a fucking menace and worst part is that Bo will be in denial 

At the end of the day Bo loves the kid more than anything 

But won't accept Lester or vinny saying he's getting soft because of it.

BUT BESIDES THE DAMN KID BRO IS HAVING A WHOLE CHANGE OF ATTITUDE WITH YOU TOO

He already likes to be with you (obviously, otherwise you would be wax) but now that you and him have this whole family thing? Oh lord

He used to take distances from you cause even if he loves you and you have shown to love him, he's still afraid you would change your mind 

He just has a very hard time with being open with his feelings ecc

Now that you both have a family ecc he feels more confident in the fact that you love him

He won't openly tell you everything he feels ecc but he will try to show you what he thinks ecc without being too explicit 

That leads to him not waiting to stay away for too long. There will be times where he will just let it slide with some visitors if they're not particularly rude ecc so he can go home early to spend the day with you and the kid

I feel like if you play your cards well, he might consider moving out of Ambrose at some point. 

IDK MAN. MAYBE I'M WRONG BUT IT'S MY DILF BO AND I DO WHAT I WANT WITH IT. MAKE IT WORK

Vincent Sinclair

Now dilf vinny is something I have never thought about but OH GOD IF IT SOUNDS GOOD

Just imagine Vinny drawing with his kid sitting on his lap. 

Or them taking naps together cause the little bro kept pestering him about reading together 

Unlike Bo I don't Vinny has ever saw himself as any sort of family person or role model

I'm going to say something brave yet controversial here

I don't think Vinny would be very fond of the whole family idea

THERE, I SAID IT. DON'T COME AT ME, I CAN EXPLAIN

His concept of family is just really fucked up. In his mind, family is something meant to drag you down and ruin your life one way or another

When he was a kid his own family made him feel ashamed of something his own father was responsible of

He had to see how they abused and never shown any type of understanding or empathy towards his brother 

He had to see how they just straight up neglected Lester and made Bo take care of everything 

That plus making him believe if he didn't had any talent or anything special to compensate what "God took away from him" then he didn't deserve the right to be loved or happy

So yeah he's pretty much against the whole family thing. Especially after seeing how much their parents behaviour affected Bo to the point that he made his and Vinny's life be all about their mother wishes 

So that being said, I think he would take the idea of being a father better if it was accidental 

Same ol jazz if you can't have kids then kidnapping it is

Tbh, TBH, you will be kind of on your own for a while

Maybe he will help with small things like keeping an eye on the kid ecc but other than that he will keep distance

I can see him starting to come around the idea once he has the opportunity to see that having a kid is not that bad

It's not that he doesn't like the child, it's just that he's scared. 

Like Bo, he is scared of being like his parents. Like he's terrified of turning out to say like his mom 

But seeing how happy you look while taking care of the kid is slowly starting to grow on him

It starts with him cooking the meals for them so you can rest, keeping the gremlin company while watching TV 

I can definitely see them bonding over art

Maybe the kid sees his dad doing sketches ecc and asks if he can do it too

I think that would be the moment where vinny realises that family doesn't always has to be something bad

For a moment he is carefree, having fun drawing silly things that aren't even that great but he doesn't care cause his kid likes then anyway so it's okay

Like you can actively see his gaze softening as he looks at the small bro.  

From that point forward he becomes the best dad ever 

The workshop is forbidden zone for the kid but fear do not, he will go out of it more often so he can be with you and the kid

I JUST KNOW VINNY WILL MAKE HIS CHILD BE A MENACE TO BO. LIKE THEY'RE ACTIVELY BULLYING THE POOR MAN

I'm saying this now, THAT KID? THAT LITTLE SHIT? WILL HAVE WAY MORE VINNY PRIVILEGES THAN YOU

it is what it is. He is a dad now, deal with it

One of the most precious moments you will witness is Vinny letting his kid take off his mask. 

Like you can see he's kind of nervous but doesn't immediately lashes out and yells at the kid. He just stays really still and tries to not look them in the face

As soon as he feels the tiny hand touching his face, he looks at them just to see they're not scared 

Obviously it's a kid so they will ask the weirdest questions ever but none of them have to do with being scared or anything

Like I said for Bo, vinny becoming a dad will have a positive effect on him

He will start to value himself more, he will start to see himself as a human deserving of love no matter what

And he loves you so much for that cause if you didn't insist on keeping the kid, he would've never had all this wonderful moments

He loves to make draws of you and the kid together. He despises photos so he just fills sketchbooks upon sketchbooks of all his favourite moments with his family

Encourages his kid to do the same tho, and he keeps all the drawings as if they were the most precious thing in the world

About the killings I genuinely feel like he wouldn't be as motivated to keep up with as before

I mean, he has now everything a person could've dream of to be happy. He has the life he always wanted and envy others for having

Cause like I said, Vinny's motivation to kill is to make people feel as miserable as he is. But if he's not miserable and he now feels whole thanks to you and his child, then there's no point in keep doing all of that

Besides he wants his kid to be proud of him, he doesn't want to risk everything he has in any way, shape or form 

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[ventiswampwater]

thesis statement: threshold (2005) is a good show that should have gotten 73298493 more seasons purely bc of that blonde guy in it (sources: invalid/404/page not found)

#he v much plays a yes boss right away boss himbo in this................. #he's also v much the shows eye candy and spends a good chunk of it in various states of undress #truly incredible how he gets captured by the chick w/alien cooties w/his shirt on #suddenly cuts to him shirtless fjhjdsfhjdfsh #she was really Me 4 that ur honor #this is only scratching the surface of StupidDumb but I could NOT have this video buffering for 37473294839 years #his character in this show is Woman Right and Smart and I Walk Next To Her and Shoot Big Gun #imagine me channeling meg's icon energy and writin a fic for this guy from a show -3298932 ppl remember or know of its existence. imagine #he's v bf coded in this show. v dumbass coded as well #brian van holt #mine

[littleoddwriter]

spose u could do something sleepy fluffy with vincent sinclair comforting a gn reader who’s afraid of thunderstorms? ty!!

Thunder | Vincent Sinclair x GenderNeutral!Reader

Hey there! Thanks for the request, I really hope you like what I've done with it. :')

summary; Vincent comforts you during a thunderstorm.

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Thunderstorms; Anxiety; Comfort; Fluff; Cuddling; Non-verbal/Mute Character; Short Fic.

It was late at night and you had just wanted to go to sleep after all the exhaustion from the day. But pretty much the second you laid down in your bed, loud thunder rumbled and a strike of lightning followed right after, shortly brightening up the room before it went back to complete darkness. 

Flinching, you immediately sat up, holding the blanket in your lap with tightly clenched fists. Another thunderclap made you jump. It was incredibly loud, like it was right above you. Your heart rate sped up significantly and you began sweating; even though you felt cold. 

Vincent.

You had to go to Vincent. He would protect you if he didn’t also calm you down. You always felt safe with him.

He was still downstairs, working on a new wax figure. He didn’t want to stop working on it at the time you chose to go to bed. 

Attempting to calm down, you inhaled deeply, but shakily. Your breath stuttered. You coughed and tried again. But when there was another thunder rumble that attempt also failed miserably. 

Annoyed, you twisted the blanket in your hands and willed yourself to get out of bed. Your legs wouldn’t move a single inch, though. You were frozen in place, sitting in your bed. 

How were you supposed to get to Vincent, then?

Suddenly, the door to your room opened, making you jump in shock. You instantly relaxed - or at least went back to the state from before - when you saw Vincent standing in the doorway, holding a candle in his hand. You wondered if he knew that you were scared of thunderstorms and that was why he had suddenly decided to come upstairs, or if he was simply happy with his progress with the wax figure and stopped working on it for now. Whatever it was, you were just happy that he was here now.

Quickly, he took off most of his clothes, except for his undershirt and underwear, and then he sat down on the mattress beside you. He looked at you questioningly, tilting his head to the side. So, he probably didn’t know you were scared, then, you guessed. 

Swallowing thickly, you confessed your fear to him, laughing nervously at the end. 

Vincent nodded in understanding. 

Then, he took off his mask - something he only started doing around you about two weeks ago - and put it aside. You really appreciated his trust in you that allowed him to just be himself by now.

Laying down, he looked at you expectantly and so you forced yourself to lie back down as well. As soon as your back hit the mattress you found Vincent, wrapping your arms around his waist and putting your head on his chest. He, too, wound his arms tightly around you in an embrace and held you close. 

When the thunderstorm continued loudly, your arms tightened around your partner and you buried your face in his chest, attempting to hide yourself from what was going on outside. 

Soothingly, Vincent stroked his calloused hands over your arm that rested on his stomach, rubbing circles into it. 

You were so grateful for his help. For a moment the fact that he was there, holding and protecting you, was enough to distract you from the outside world that seemed to be facing its doom right now.

“Thank you, Vincent,” you mumbled into his chest, planting a kiss on it. 

He simply squeezed you tight in response, making you smile slightly, which soon turned into a yawn. You were beyond tired and the added anxiety from the thunderstorm, which was starting to sound more distant by the minute, only made you more exhausted. 

Intertwining your legs with his, you made yourself comfortable, all cuddled into him as you were. Faintly, you could hear and feel him chuckle. It was rare for him to laugh at all so it meant a lot to you. Sometimes you had a hard time believing that he was as fond of you as you were of him; but moments like this were proof enough of that.

Eventually, sleep crept up on you and consumed you, all while you still had a small smile on your lips and the thunderstorm was far away from your mind.

#gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader insert #gender neutral s/o #gender neutral y/n #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #brian van holt #house of wax 2005 #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher x you #slasher imagines #slasher fanfiction #slasher fic #fanfiction #fanfic

[msookyspooky]

Bill Paxton looks hot as fuck here but...I just kept thinking...Why does he remind me of someone???

I swear to god I still cannot for the life of me understand how they look so different normally but other times they look identical.

#I can't help but imagine that's what Severen might have looked like as a human #hair slicked back and a flannel or white dress shirt and the opposite of what he is now #also once again Bill Paxton is my face claim for a 90s Bo Sinclair. He could have easily played him #bo sinclair #severen #bill paxton #brian van holt

[ash-fudo]

thinking of bo sinclair everytime these songs come up

#slasher community #slasher brainrot #slasher fandom #slasher movies #bo sinclair #house of wax #brian van holt #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair brainrot #brian van holt brainrot #bo sinclair gif #bo sinclair imagine #Spotify

[wordsbymae]

Hey! Just checking in and i just want to give some love to your aesthetics because they have their own album in my photos just so i can appreciate and think about these characters you got me simping after!

Also i was possibly wondering if you could possibly give descriptions of all your characters i just got out of a huge art block and i wanna draw farmer and also most of your cast. Ive tried already but id like to see them from your eyes and what you think they look like! I would also like to share them if you do but please know there is no pressure and if you already have descriptions i apologize i just get lost in your wonderful content!

Also, I hope you're doing well! - wave anon

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Ok, my time of mourning is over. Also, I fell asleep so my bad. Anyway! Let's try this again.

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Hi! So good to hear from you again. How are you? Oh my goodness that is so cool! I’m so glad you like them!

Of course, I can! It would be my pleasure. I would love to see them but no pressure at all if life gets in the way or you change your mind. No need to apologise! I usually keep descriptions of the yanderes to a minimum just because I know everyone has different types, so I like that people can imagine the type of person they want. Although I do have to imagine them to write so I love sharing that, even though “canonically” they look however the reader wishes them to look. I usually use face claims cause I am lazy at trying to make a new face or mix and match, but there are small differences here and there. Also, you’re gonna make me cry! I am so flattered you wanted to draw my characters; it is honestly surreal!

So, let’s start with the FARMER. So, the farmer is unique compared to my other ocs just cause the reader gets to see him at different stages of his life (although AUs). The older farmer is anywhere in age between 35-50 (depending on what the reader prefers) and is the stereotypical good-looking’’ but rough farmer you see in tv shows and movies. His face claim is Josh Lucas in Yellowstone. He wears mainly dark jeans with a grey tee and long-sleeved collared shirts over the top. He does not go outside without his hat. His hair is dark brownish and long enough that he has to rake it back to put his hat back on, and he also has a ‘70s moustache, with some stubble, even if he shaved yesterday.

YOUNGER FARMER is a little different though, he's between 23-29. I had Brian Van Holt as Bo Sinclair as his face claim, especially in how he acts a bit, but now I also have Lewis Pullman in Outer Range as Rhett Abbott as another face claim. Both suit really well, but Rhett is honestly just that bit better. I haven’t watched the show but from the stills I’ve seen, he suits the vibe really well. But as long as he is clean-shaven and wears similar clothes to old man farmer, it's the younger farmer. I see him wearing a lot of baseball/trucker caps. Most likely he only has one he wears to death and that’s why he doesn’t wear it anymore when he’s older cause it literally doesn’t exist anymore.  I don't see his hair being as long as Rhett's though, maybe even like Arvin Russel's hair from devil all the time. Longish, but not long enough.

FISHERMAN is someone that took me forever to decide what he looks like. I was torn between a lean or beefy fisherman. Thankfully the decision was made for me when I saw a still from the movie the lighthouse of Robert Patterson standing over the top of someone. Also, that movie (even though I haven’t seen it) is a big inspiration for the fisherman. The insanity and derangement of the characters are perfect, and I have quite stills saved in my Pinterest. So yeah, Robert Patterson in that movie is kinda my inspo for the fisherman. My fisherman though is still a little bit more muscular, just a bit. Nothing too crazy, just enough that the reader in my head gets a bit intimidated when they try and stand their ground. Also, I see his hair being much shorter, maybe even cropped on both sides (not to the point of it being shaved off though) but the 19th-century-looking facial hair has to stay though I think, it builds character. He wears a lot of woollen jumpers and rough fabric and looks very weathered and grey.

OK OK, HEAR ME OUT. I have a very particular face claim for KILLER, that has been rattling around my head for over two years even though I only wrote him last year. But killer has to look like Mario Casas in The Skin of the Wolf (at least in my mind). If you want to look, def put the name of the movie as well otherwise the vibes disappear real quick. Anyway, I won’t bore you with a summary of the movie or why it has to be him (Although it is a really good movie, made me cry, and I refused to finish it cause I knew it was about to end in more tears, so in my mind him and his - kinda forced- wife live happily ever after, he sucks - in a kinda hot way- as a person though, great movie for yandere inspo). Ok, so he's really tall, really buff, really dirty looking and then kinda mash him with Thomas Hewitt in the fact he looks like he could bench press a car. Kinda that vibe. Hair is wild, messy, and matted in some places, and his beard is just a mess at this point.

The VIKING is another one that took forever for me to make a choice on how he looks. I actually saved a pic in my Pinterest that was how I view him forever until I realised it was a god of war concept art (nothing wrong with that! but I didn't want to make it fanficish). So he's the only one where I legit have mashed together pieces of people together to get the best out of him. He definitely has long facial hair (not super long, but long compared to nowadays), and he has long hair and a scar running diagonally across one of his eyes. I literally use every attractive man in every Viking-inspired movie or tv show for him so run wild with him! I would love to see how you view him.

ELI is another one I have a very particular face claim for (but you don't have to draw them like that! It just helps me visualise what's happening). I have him down as Jack O'Connell in Godless, but also as Hoyt Rawlins from Walker Independence (A new development for me, it was just the other guy FOR MONTHS). While the other guy is how I view him looking, Hoyt is definitely how he acts, almost spot on. It was crazy watching it and going holy shit! a blonde happy-go-lucky gunslinger cracking jokes at every possible second, it's just Eli but without the whole werewolf thing. He definitely has shorter hair than my other ocs, he keeps it cut quite close, but his beard is something he doesn't really care for, mainly cause it doesn't grow very thick, so he doesn't have to worry. He's got dirty blonde hair, bordering brown but still blonde.

Ok, so the MAD KING is one I'm really happy I changed my mind for. I had him as the evil prince from a letter to the king. But he looks very young and actually not that threatening if you take all the armour off him. Very boyish and not someone you would call a mad king, mad/evil/wicked prince yes, but not a king. But you know someone that looks like a king? Dev Patel in The Green Knight. Oh boy, I am obsessed. The shots of him in the crown and on the throne? Perfect, literally perfect. Now imagine being the queen standing beside him, tears in your eyes and having to hold his hand while yours shakes, your marriage being announced to the kingdom. It fits. So yeah def him, I didn't really change much, the hair and everything suit so yeah. But once again you don't have to draw just actors/characters! If you want to add something in or change things around go for it! Draw for enjoyment!

Lucky last! ALWYN! He was another one who didn't really have someone as a face claim until recently. I just imagined him with scruffy dark hair, dark eyes and a bit muscly. However, I do now use Alex Garcia when he has longish hair. But that's just kind of a placeholder. The guy who played gwaine is another good inspo. But Alwyn always changes how he looks in my mind when I write so I'm happy with whatever!

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Haha, jokes I'm including the SHEEP SHEARER fella for funsies. Ok so I haven't made a decision on the face claim, and I would really want to see how you'd view him. No pressure to draw though!! You do it for yourself, forget about me! I know I literally haven't written a word about him, but I'm planning on setting it late 19th century and having the reader be the niece of the sheep farmer. The reader comes from a pretty well-off family and is visiting her uncle for a little bit. Anyway, she catches the eye of literally every non-related male on the property and since it's a shearing season, there are also a good twenty other men on top of her uncle's workers vining for her attention. I want to make her a little bit naive and not really understanding why all these men want to be her friend, but the sheep shearer, who will be getting a name cause fuck typing that six times, (Probs gonna be Lachlan, shortened to lochy, its a very common name here and apparently not very common elsewhere. although uk probs has it) does. And he hates it. He isn't the best with women, not as smooth as his mates, but he won't let this one get away.

Anyway!!! Thank you for sending this though and all the best!!!!!!!!!

#wave anon :) #yandere #yandere prompts #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere prince #yandere oc #male yandere oc #viking oc #farmer oc #yandere male #tw yandere #soft yandere

[minilev]

just read this ask and

WHAT

tell me how you have journeyed from hating HoW to creating some of the most stunning art for the fandom!!

ASJHSHKJKSKJSJ! Ok

I watched it for the fist time somewhere around when the movie came out. I wasn't into horror at all, I avoided any slasher things (stupid genre!) and didn't even know anyone could be into slashers (then years on tumblr considering slasherfuckers sick people followed ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) I didn't know any of those people except Jared Padalecki and Paris Hilton. Absolutely disgusting messy flick for horny teenagers. None of the antagonists aroused any sympathy - cutting a finger off??? doing all those things to a gregnant girl??? Like, Krueger, Voorhees and Myers already were iconic for me but the Sinclairs? Never! Too cruel, perverted and kinda realistic.

And here I am rewatching it more than a decade later. By this time I understand horror as a genre, I'm riding my slashers wave. Both Brian Van Holt and Damon Herriman are more important for me than Padalecki and Hilton ever were (thanks to Basic and Justified)

finally able to appreciate the wax set and all the details

so 2000s I'm so nostalgic for! Delicious soundtrack with Disturbed, Deftones and Marilyn Manson (they just don't make em like that no more)

beautiful score by John Ottman starting with first seconds and setting the tone for the entire movie✨

i find Carly annoying but her white tank top-bloody lips-golden locks look is 🤌

mama Louisiana (it's not ofc but imagination does the work)

Brian Van Holt's microexpressions (hard to catch them while watching the movie but thank you all the gifmakers, @sweeetestcurse in particular!)

And here I am now🙈 I hated Bo the most and he was the one who shifted smth in me. THIS IS THE POWER OF GIFS ON TUMBLR!

#house of wax #it be like that #never say never

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 877

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @ambroses-mascot (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted 2021

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From the moment (Y/n) and Bo laid eyes on the gang of bikers, they knew they were bad news. But playing their roles they greeted the group with welcoming smiles. And as Bo gassed up the bikes, (Y/n) offered the men some snacks and tea. "How about you go for a ride with me little lady?" One of the bikers suggested with an unwanted slap to (Y/n)'s ass as she tried to back away. "Hey!" Bo hollered as he pulled his wife to stand behind him. "I was only playing." The man defended with a sarcastic grin, making Bo's blood boil. "Now you listen here." Bo pointed an accusatory finger at the man, only to freeze momentarily, when the man pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Bo. The man didn't say a word, only smiling with a cocky gleam in his eye, the others resting with their hands on their own guns, waiting for their boss to give the signal. "Get out." Bo growled lowly, his eyes murderous and dark. The men laughed, and the leader put his gun away. "Happily, and I'll even let you keep that whore of yours too." The man snarled before starting his bike, the man's words pissing Bo off beyond belief. And as the bikers drove off Bo turned his attention to his wife, who looked more worried about his well being than her own. "Call Lester, tell him to prep the trap on the north road." Bo instructed before walking off towards the house, going to grab his shotgun, eager to make them pay.

"Lester you gotta prep the trap on the north road, and fast!" (Y/n) urged her brother in law, who was partly confused, but was quick to agree. "I'm on it!" Lester called back before hanging up the phone, quickly rushing out of his house, and making a beeline straight for the trap, driving as recklessly as one would expect. He made it their with time to spare thankfully, so he rushed to set the trap, and once that task was complete he drove until his truck was concealed in the woods. Where he sat back and watched the show unfold before his rather eager eyes. And right on queue the bikes came humming down the horizon, making Lester grin to himself. The first bike hit the trap, and it was hurled down the road, the riders neck snapping when he was thrown from his seat. The second bike tried to stop, but was unable to stop in time, he followed in suit to the first rider, only his bike managed to decapitate him. The third bike managed to crash his bike before hitting the trap, causing his leg to break. The third and fourth bikes were the only ones spared, as they managed to stop completely. Lester chuckled under his breath, and when the last two bikers took off back towards Ambrose. Lester made quick work of heading back to his house, calling (Y/n) at the gas station, knowing she'd be waiting by the phone for an update.

"Two survived and are headed back your way." Lester warned (Y/n) who was watching her husband pace around the room. "Alright thanks Lest, I'll talk to you later." (Y/n) hung the phone up after they said their goodbyes, afterwards turning her attention to her awaiting husband. "Well?" Bo questioned expectingly, (Y/n) licked her lips as she approached him. "Two survivors, they'll be here before long." (Y/n) dusted off the coller of his jumpsuit, before leaning up and kissing his awaiting lips. Bo groaned against her soft lips, pulling her against his chest as he deepened the heated kiss. Only for the sound of approaching motorcycles to interrupt them, making Bo growl in annoyance as he pulled back, (Y/n) giggling softly before planting a quick kiss to his lips. "Show time baby." (Y/n) hummed as the bikes pulled into the station. Bo exited the building leaving (Y/n) inside waiting behind the counter. "Well well well ain't this a surprise." Bo mocked, resting his shotgun on his shoulder. "Two of my men are dead, and another's left on the side of the road with a broken leg. I need a phone, now." The leader from before demanded, making Bo grin to himself. "Sure thing." Bo shrugged, smirking when the man brushed passed him and into the station.

When the man entered the station he glared at (Y/n) who only smiled in return. The phone sat on the counter not a foot away from her, so he approached her despite his growing distain for her. As be picked up the phone, (Y/n) chimed in. "911 won't do you any good out here darlin', you'll have to call this number." She explained as she slid a cellphone number across the counter. "Thanks." He grunted in annoyance, before dialing the number. "Ambrose coroner, how can I help you today?" The biker frowned, how the hell had she known his friends died. "What the fuck?" He frowned when the sound of screaming came from the other line. "Sorry about that, one of my newest patients hasn't expired yet." The man on the other line laughed as the screaming increased, while the biker dropped the phone. "What don't you recognize your friends screams?" (Y/n) asked as Lester could be herd on the phone hurting the injured biker further. "What the fuck!?" The leader exclaimed again, only to be cut off by his own scream when (Y/n) stabbed a knife through his hand, pinning it to the counter.

Bo took his queue and fired a round into the waiting biker outside, who was attempting to help his leader. Afterwards Bo entered the station, a smile on his face, and his shotgun on his shoulder. "Who the fuck are you people!?" The biker exclaimed in fear, as he desperately tried to pull his hand free. "Where are my manners, I'm Bo Sinclair, and that beautiful woman right there is my wife, (Y/n) Sinclair." Bo mused as he neared the biker, training his gun on the man when he made a feeble attempt to grab his pistol. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Bo taunted with an award winning smile. "Fuck you, you fucking psychopaths!" The biker yelled, making (Y/n) snicker at him. "You brought this on yourself." Bo reminded him as (Y/n) rounded the counter, leaning into her husbands side. "You should really treat women with more respect, maybe then I wouldn't have killed all your men, and you." Bo grinned as realization dawned on the man's face, but before he could say anything else, Bo fired the shotgun, killing the biker. "I love you." (Y/n) mused as she turned Bo's face to kiss him, making Bo chuckle into the kiss he held her tightly against him before pulling back for air. "I love you too." He murmured as he rubbed his nose against her cheek.

#imagine #gif imagine #extended #Slasher #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair imagine #bo sinclair #house of wax x reader #house of wax imagine #house of wax 2005 #slasher x you #slasher x reader #slasher imagines #brian van holt #Brian Van Holt imagine #slasher husband #I need a slasher husband #👀

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

What Are We?

pairing: bo x gn!reader

summary: when bo starts to question your relationship, you're both forced to confront your feelings for one another

warnings: smut, oral sex (m receiving), angst (with a happy ending...sort of), soft bo (sort of), bo might also be slightly out of character

a/n: i apologise in advance for what you're about to read...cos this one kinda hurt

word count: 1171

"What are we?"

"What?" You rolled over to find Bo staring at you, his brows pulled together in concentration as he laid with his head propped up in his hand.

"What are we?" He asked again, a little more urgency in his tone now.

You pressed your lips together, taking a moment to think about his question.

The first time you'd met Bo, it was when you stumbled into town, having no prior knowledge to what usually went on here. Your shitty old car had broken down and Lester had been kind enough to give you a ride into town.

The second you saw him you knew you were in trouble. When he smiled, your heart skipped a beat and when he reached up to adjust the worn cap on his head, your skin seemed to come alight. You wanted him.

Bo wanted you too, except at first, it was in a different way.

It wasn't long before he was dragging you into his basement, your broken down car long forgotten at that point, and he kept you there for the next three weeks.

You should've hated him, or at the very least been scared of him. But maybe you were just fucked in the head, because you couldn't seem to find it in you to fear this man, despite everything he'd done to you. It was an odd feeling to say the least.

Now, you felt even more odd as you laid in bed with him, his fingers absent-mindedly stroking your arm like he hadn't previously been your kidnapper.

And he was asking you something you had never dreamed would ever come out of his mouth, because what were you? Lovers? Friends? Were you in a relationship?

"I don't know what we are." You finally answered, a feeling of sadness spreading in your chest as you took in his expression.

His usual scowl seemed to melt into a frown as he looked at you, something resembling disappointment in his eyes. "Well...how do you feel about me?"

You noticed him cringe slightly as he said that. Feelings weren't exactly his favourite thing to talk about.

You smiled, mostly from amusement, as you shifted closer to him in the bed. "I like you, is that what you wanna hear?"

He simply pressed his mouth into a line as he thought about it, all the while you were slowly moving closer to him, your fingers skating along his jaw as you leaned towards him.

But he was quick to stop you, his fingers curling around your wrist as he pried you off of him. "Don't."

And that single word was what sent your whole world off balance, because Bo was never like this. "Do you really care what we are to each other?"

He scoffed at you then, his signature scowl returning to his face. "No. I was just thinking about it, that's all. Don't mean I care."

He rolled over then, letting you stare at his back whilst you mulled over his question in your head. You'd always thought your relationship with him was strictly sexual, never involving anything more than casual feelings, but it seemed that that might not have been the case.

As much as you'd like to tell him that you two were merely just friends who had sex sometimes, you knew for a fact that wasn't true. For a few months now, you'd noticed your feelings becoming a little deeper than simply casual. You just couldn't figure out exactly what he meant to you.

You reached towards him then, gently running your fingers down his back.

He didn't react, he simply remained where he was, his back still to you as he kept silent.

"I love you, Bo." You finally said, your heart clenching in your chest at the words. "I have for a while."

He turned around then, the hard look on his face softening. "Yeah?"

You smiled. "Yeah."

Although you weren't entirely sure if that was the truth, you hoped it was.

Before anything else could be said between you, you reached a hand towards his face, pulling him towards you so you could press a tender kiss to his lips.

"Say it again." He mumbled as you began trailing your lips down his throat.

"I love you." You sighed into his skin, heat already beginning to pool between your thighs. "I love you."

You were practically chanting the words as you continued to make your way down his body, eventually pausing when you reached the hem of his shirt.

You cast a quick glance to him before pushing the dark material up his body, letting him remove the clothing completely as he lifted it over his head, discarding it somewhere on the floor.

"Fuck, I love you." You muttered again, your fingers already hooking underneath the waistband of his boxers, eagerly tugging them down his legs.

"I love you so much." You said again, your voice dripping with desperation as you wrapped a hand around his length, making his hips jerk off the bed slightly.

Bo let out a guttural moan when you finally closed your mouth over his tip, wasting no time in taking him further.

You loved when he let you take control like this, when he let you show him just how much you cared for him. And from the sounds spilling from his mouth right now, it seemed he loved it too.

You felt him slide his hand over the back of your head, his fingers tightly gripping onto your hair as you started to bob your head up and down on his cock.

And whilst you were enjoying the fact that it was you who was coaxing the desperate moans out of him, you also found it relieving that you didn't have to speak anymore, because you still didn't know if you actually loved him. But you wanted to.

You continued your movements over him, causing quiet moans to keep slipping from his mouth as he gripped the back of your head, and after a while you could tell he was close.

Tears were starting to burn your eyes and saliva was running down your chin, and you had never felt more alive than you did in this moment. So what if you didn't love him yet, he still managed to light your whole body on fire whenever you were together like this. That was what mattered to you.

"Oh fuck." You heard him groan, his grip on your hair becoming painful now as he started to thrust into your mouth. "That's it. Come on."

After a few more hard thrusts into your mouth, you finally felt him go rigid beneath you, his warm release spilling over your tongue. And once he was spent, you pulled off of him, swallowing hard as you crawled back up the bed.

You both laid side by side, not touching, the sound of heavy breathing filling the room. And then he said "I love you."

And you had never felt more broken.

[Main Masterlist] [Bo Masterlist]

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair smut #bo sinclair angst #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x gn reader #bo sinclair oneshot #bo sinclair imagine #bo sinclair fanfic #bo sinclair x you #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax fanfic #house of wax fanfiction #house of wax smut #brian van holt

[fluffy-little-demon]

Hey love I've been having a few depressive episodes lately , the usual insecure , tired don't want to talk ones lol , but I was wondering if it's okay to ask for a bo Sinclair comfort ? Have a great week love 💕

Hi sweet I can certainly do some Bo comfort for you 😊

I hope you like it

Here's a little forehead kiss from Bo to help you feel better 💜

I'm Here

Bo Sinclair x Reader

Bo has noticed you haven't been yourself lately. He has walked past the bathroom and caught the way you've been looking at your reflection in the mirror, he's noticed you haven't been talking much to anyone, preferring to stay in your shared room.

He wanted to wait until you came to him first but he hated seeing you like this. Bo came back from the garage, seeing you lying on the couch. He walked up to you kneeling down to eye level. "Hey darlin, how ya feelin?"

You gave a sad smile "I'm fine Bo, just tired"

"Come here baby" gently scooping you up he lays down on the couch, his head resting on a cushion that has been placed on the arm rest with you lying on top of him. Wrapping both arms around you in a tight embrace, you bury your head into the crock of his neck breathing in his familiar scent of motor oil and cigarettes making you feel safe and much more at home.

Bo kisses your forehead running one of his hands up and down your back. "It's alright my love, I'm here" he places more kisses on your head "y'know you can talk to me about anything, I'll always be here for ya."

You lift your head up slowly, Bo cups your cheek with one hand gently pulling you into a kiss. "You wanna talk about what's going on inside that gorgeous head of yours?"

"I don't know what to say, I just- i don't... feel good enough, I look in the mirror and I don't like what's staring back."

Bo's eyes soften as a few tears make their way down your face. Wiping them away with his thumb, he softly places his finger under your chin and his thumb on your chin bringing your head up to look at him. "Are ya listenin' to me Y/N?"

"Yeah"

"Don't ever say that about yourself, you are more than enough trust me baby. You are extremely fuckin stunning and you're the kindest most caring person ever. I love you so much darlin, I know I don't say it alot but you mean everything to me."

Tears are falling down your face at a quicker pace now as your mind repeats what your loving husband just said.

"Please just come talk to me baby, if you ever feel like this. I promise I'll try and help in the best way I can"

All you can do is nod your head before you lean forward putting all your love into the kiss.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair imagine #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair comfort #bo sinclair fic #bo sinclair headcanons #brian van holt #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #sinclair brothers #sinclair twins #kim's writing #answered asks

[brandnewhuman]

TAKE BO'S NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH YOU SINFUL UNHINGED GREMLIN. YOU SIMP FOR LESTER, YOU DON'T HAVE RIGHTS

He would NEVER

#slasher fandom #slashers #slasher community #slasher fanfiction #horror movies #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #house of wax #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #brian van holt #slasher movies #slasher #slasher imagines

[zodiyack]

A Christmas Carol

Pairing: Bo Sinclair x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, some angst, no proofreading

Words: 1,412

Summary: Christmas spirit has entered Y/n’s heart, along with Vincent and Lester’s, however, the three haven’t managed to convince the other Sinclair brother to let it in. “Ebenezer Scrooge” his ass.

Note: This was so weird and probably sucks but I got the idea and couldn’t let it go so, here ya go, enjoy some Bo and Christmas lmao

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The Ghost of Christmas Past.

Vincent. He was the one for the job. While Lester loved his mother just as dearly as the twins, he didn’t have the bond that they did. Nor did he have the bond with Bo that Vincent did. Twins, literally connected at birth, Vincent would have more luck.

The reason they’d agreed to doing this odd remake of the Christmas tale was because of many reasons...one being that it was December. It was December and Y/n was helplessly in love with Vincent’s twin. His lack of enthusiasm for the upcoming holiday was wounding. Not only was it wounding to his lover, but wounding to the rest. She’d hyped them up, made their spirits brighter. If Lester was being honest, he’d forgotten the holiday existed because of how damn gloomy it’d been.

But then she came along. Y/n stumbled into the lives of the Sinclair brothers and brought along a wardrobe of emotions that they couldn’t help but steal from. More like she unintentionally forced them into their arms, but either way, they weren’t ones to complain about anything she gave them...until today.

The three attempted to bring the holiday cheer into Bo’s sturdy walls, however, he was relentless at keeping them up and guarded at all times. Y/n brought up a new strategy, and the two brothers agreed it was worth a try.

“The hell do you want?” Bo grumbled, picking through his tools at the gas station. Vincent, unable to verbally respond, stood still, planting his feet until he had Bo’s full attention. A small over the shoulder glance was all her earned.

It wasn’t enough though. He knew it took a lot of courage, especially with Bo, but he powered through and pushed his tools out from under him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” A slight flinch was all Bo could draw from his brother with his sudden outburst. He’d grown all too familiar with his brother’s agitated reactions though.

Another lift of his hand, and he’d knocked over some more random shit that was in arm’s length. Red seemed to consume Bo’s skin, “Fucking idiot! Don’t do that!”

He walked away slowly, and sure enough, Bo followed. Aggressive, angry steps stomped behind Vincent, the calm and reserved twin leading his fuming brother with a new rush to his pace. With how small the town of Ambrose was, he made it to the Church in no time. There, in the casket, was his mother’s body. The only thing about the past that bonded Bo to any emotions, that convinced Bo to let go of any anger, that bonded the brothers.

“Ma...”

Vincent had stopped beside the casket, placing his hand on the top of it with a slump of his shoulders that spoke the words he was unable to form. Bo’s temper faded almost instantly; he’d jogged in, a massive rage in mind, but the moment he saw Vince by the casket, he slowed to a stop.

“Shit, Vince... This what you wanted me to see?” He walked over to his brother and tilted his head in question. Vincent nodded, still staring at the memory they both cherished heavily. The silence between the two had shown all it needed to. Hearts heavy and eyes full with water that threatened to spill, the ghost of Christmas past had done all it could.

The Ghost of Christmas Present.

Lester leaned against Bo’s truck, hat in his hands and a look of sympathy upon his face. Bo walked over as he wiped his eyes with his sleeve. “The fuck you want?”

“Nothin’. Just uh... To show you somethin’.”

He scoffed. “You too? Listen, I appreciate it, but-”

“Nah, you don’t have a choice. Even if you convinced me to leave you the hell alone, I don’t have one either.” He pressed his lips tight together and nodded politely. After putting the hat back on his head, he rounded to the other side of the truck, hopping in and yelling to Bo, “C’mon Bo, lets go to the house.”

The ride was silent. Bo was still full of a well hidden sorrow, and Lester was letting him mourn in peace. They got out of the truck once they’d arrived, but Lester stopped Bo before he could reach the door.

“What the fuck?” He wasn’t mad, just confused.

“No, don’t go inside. Follow me,” he spat out the side of his mouth, “there’s somethin’ you oughta see.”

Surely enough, Bo followed. Curiosity nagged at him more than his want to just ignore his little brother and walk in anyways. They stopped at a window to see Y/n in the living room of the home, holding the topper to the tree they were going to bring into the house...before Bo told them not to put “that shit” in his house.

He saw her and his disinterested expression melted. Sadness covered her beautiful features, bringing an ache to his heart and returning a little water to his soft eyes. She looked so disappointed. And it was his fault. Wasn’t it?

“Did...did I do that?”

Lester turned, adjusting his hat nervously, “Whaddya mean by that?”

“So then yeah... I did then, didn’t I?” He knew better than to ignore the look that crossed Lester’s face. The look that screamed, “this is your doing”. “I fucked up, Lester. I took her happiness away because I...” Why did he? “I dunno-”

“You can still fix it. C’mon.”

The Ghost of Christmas Future.

“Right on time.” She sniffled, still facing the corner the tree would’ve sat. Bo chewed on the inside of his mouth. He wasn’t sure this was the best idea.

“What does that mean?” He tried to hold down the scoff-like laugh that threatened his throat, but it came out anyways. The snicker earned him a harsh glare from the second woman he ever loved, and the first woman he ever loved romantically. He would be lying if he said he didn’t cower at least a little.

“Come with me and you’ll see.”

Out the door she went, and out behind her Bo scrambled. She had his undivided attention. The moment she stopped, he stopped. The moment she turned, he sucked in a breath and prepared to listen to her every word. He was like putty in her hands. Oh how the tables have turned.

“Where are we?”

“Gravesite. At least, where I’d like to be buried...next to you, hopefully.” She moved to stand beside him, grasping his hand in hers and leaning her head against his shoulder. The two stood in the chill of the night, Ambrose’s heat adding a bearable touch to the cold instead of a teeth chattering feeling.

In front of them was a tree, the leaves dead with winter, but the tree could be seen. He’d seen it before. Their first picnic together was under that tree. In the summer, the leaves in full bloom, providing the perfect escape from the sun but not so much so that they didn’t have any at all. Just the right amount.

She lifted their joined hands to her mouth, pressing a kiss to Bo’s hand. “I told Vince that I didn’t want to be made into wax. That I wanted to be buried, properly, and I wanted you to be by my side. If I should die before you, I expect you to live a full life, your brothers to do the same.”

“And what if I happen to pass before you?”

“Well...I’d rather not think of that.” They turned to face each other. He took in her beauty, and smiled as they leaned in and their lips pressed together.

“Um...” He began after they parted. “Why exactly did you three...do whatever you did?”

She stared for a few seconds, Bo beginning to grow a little worried, before a smile cracked on her face. “To get you to understand how important ‘this shit’ is to us- or something, I don’t know, ask Ebenezer Scrooge.” Y/n laughed, pressing another kiss to Bo’s lips. She began to walk back to the house, a pep in her step and butterflies in her stomach.

Bo smiled too, but it slowly began to drop from his lips as his brows knitted. “Wait- Ebenezer Scrooge? The old guy from the children’s story?” He turned, “Y/n?” She was gone, leaving him yelling the question again with confusion.

They’d succeeded, he’d give them that, but right now he just wanted to know who the fuck Ebenezer Scrooge was.

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