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loveandmurders · 6 months

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Love is insanity (Sinclair daughter!reader one shot)

Hello everyone. Today I'm posting a one shot about reader being Bo's daughter, but her mother took her away from him. Not gonna lie, this is pure angst.

Hope you'll enjoy <3

Warnings: angst, angst and more angst, no proof reading, mentions of violence, blood and death, reader is kidnapped by her mother.

You were Bo’s first thought when he was getting up every day of his life.

He wondered how you were doing; he hoped you were happy and, more than anything, he prayed for you to come back to him one day. Every morning and every night, he was going into your room. It never failed to break his heart; he couldn’t stand how empty the room was, but he just couldn’t help himself to check it because it was all he had left of you. You were the happiest thing that ever happened to him; and yet your mother took you away from him. It felt like a punishment that he knew he deserved. But it wasn’t making this any more bearable.

Your mother had done anything to survive, including marrying him. Bo wasn’t too sure he really loved her, but he tolerated her and he was enjoying her in bed. He also liked the idea to get married because he was a family man. The woman did find Bo attractive and she had been glad to have fun with him. She hadn’t cared much about the wedding, but she didn’t want to say no to a man who could kill her and ask his twin to turn her into a wax statue. The killing was bothering her a lot, and she was terrified. She wanted to get out of here, no matter how much Bo could sometimes be a nice man to her when he wanted to be.

Or when she got pregnant.

The day she told him she was, she had been very nervous, not too certain how he was going to react. Bo had looked into her eyes to make sure she wasn’t lying about it before a big smile appeared on his face. She had never seen him smiling like that before; a genuine and happy smile. He kissed with fierce passion and he started to be very gentle to her. He was doing his best to not argue with her anymore, he didn’t yell at his siblings in front of her, he didn’t allow her to do any more chores, even in the house. He was usually rough when they were having sex, but he started to be more careful. She couldn’t deny that Bo was showing a new side of his personality. He had been by her side the whole time she went into labour. And he was so emotional when he took you, his daughter, in his arms for the first time.

And then he never let you go. He stayed nice to your mother, because she was your mother. He wasn’t caring too much about her anymore, but he didn’t want to do anything that would upset you. He wanted you by his side all the time, and it seemed you did too. You were very close to one another. If your mother was asking you to come with her, you were always looking back at Bo to make sure he wouldn’t like to have you instead.

Bo was affectionate with you and he was sincerely trying to be a good father to you. He never showed you the angry side of his personality, and he never let you see him covered in blood. You were the most important person in the house. You also adored your uncles and they all doted on you. You were a Sinclair, you were their heir and they loved you so much. Your mother was happy they were all so distracted with you that she could plan an escape for you and herself. It took her 8 years to find out a way, but when she finally did, you both disappeared before Bo could do anything about it.

She left a message on the kitchen table for him to find in the morning. He had known right away something was off because she wasn’t in bed, there was no sound from the kitchen and his darling daughter didn’t open the bedroom door to greet him. When he had checked your room, it was empty and your favourite plushie - a teddy bear Lester got you when you were three - was gone. His stomach was twisted when he saw the note and started to read it.

We’re leaving and we’ll never come back. Don’t look for us or I’ll tell Y/N who you truly are. I’ll tell her what the statues she loved so much are made of. I won’t call the police on you because I’ve been part of it for a long time and Y/N needs some normality in her life from now on.

Hope to never see you again, and hope you have enjoyed your daughter’s presence till it lasted. I know you truly loved her, but she deserves better and you know it too. I’ll make sure she’ll forget about you.

Bye, Bo, see you in hell.

He couldn't express how broken he felt when he read those words and his brothers and himself looked for the two of you for weeks.

But you truly were gone.

After this, Bo had been very difficult to live with, and Lester wasn’t often home anymore. Vincent didn’t say anything and he let Bo be mad. He perfectly understood that his twin just lost his favourite person in the world and that it was very hard for him. Vincent was also very disappointed because he had started to teach you how to sculpt… They lost their heir. And Bo lost his sanity.

He couldn’t stand to see kids any longer, and Lester was always keeping families away from Ambrose because he knew Bo would have a very bad breakdown otherwise. When Vincent was asking him if he needed anything before he would go to his basement, Bo was always shrugging and saying “Apart from my daughter, ya mean?”. And there were always tears in his voice when he was mentioning you. Lester and Vincent never talked about you; you were too much of a sensitive subject. Bo was sometimes drinking in front of his TV, until he would fall asleep, so he could forget he lost the only thing he promised himself to never hurt and to always love. But how could he show you he loved you when you were away from him?

Bo was trying very hard to calm down and to focus on work and on his siblings; but it was almost impossible now he didn’t really believe in a future. You were his future. And everything was gone.

It had been ten years.

And it still hurt like the first day.

He often tried to imagine you and you were of course such a beautiful young woman now. He was certain he would have been so proud to have you, to know you. And he simply truly hoped that you had indeed a better life without him.

You would beg to differ. You had missed your dad just as much as he had missed you. But whenever you would try to talk about him to your mother, she would lock herself in her room and blast music into the speakers so loud she couldn’t hear you. She wanted to forget about all the awful things she saw and did during those years in Ambrose, and even if she loved you, she wanted to forget you were the daughter of a sadistic killer.

She was quite desperate about how you never stopped talking about your dad. She knew you had a bound, but she had hoped she would be able to break it, or at least that time would be able to. She was wrong and she was aware of it.

You needed your father more than anything. And one day, you decided it was time to get back home. You had passed your driving licence and you had some holidays before the next school year would start. You stole your mother’s car, just leaving a note on the kitchen table, like she did years ago.

Need to go see my dad. Please, don’t call the cops on me, I know what I’m doing and I’ll be back soon.

Love you, Y/N.

Your mother had no intention in calling for the cops. She drank a lot that day, terrified for you and for what you were going to discover. She was pretty certain that if the Sinclairs were still alive, they were also still killing people and turning them into wax statues. In a way, she had always wanted to preserve the happy memories you had from Ambrose. She was scared Bo was going to ruin it.

Even though you were 8 when you got snatched away from Ambrose, you remembered how to get there. Maybe it was because since then you had dreamt to come back home, or because everything in you knew how to come back there. You belonged to Ambrose and to your father. You loved your mother but it was nothing compared to the adoration you used to have for Bo. You were worrying to be disappointed - or even worse to disappoint him - when you would meet him again, but you needed to see him again.

You drove and drove for days, having quick stops at motels, until you found the dusty roads leading to your hometown. You instantly recognised them because you never stopped seeing them in your dreams. You had travelled so much on them with your uncle Lester that you couldn’t mistake them either. You continued to drive and you smiled when you saw the sign advertising the House of Wax. You wondered how it was now, because you could imagine that your uncle Vincent had worked a lot on it while you were gone. It had been ten years after all, and it saddened you even more. You wished your dad could have seen you growing up. He barely had the time to teach you how to use a gun and to fix cars; and your mom was afraid of weapons so you never touched another one.

When you arrived in Ambrose, you felt like something was off. And yet oddly familiar at the same time. You noticed blood on the ground, and you heard screams coming from the museum. You parked your car next to your father’s mechanic shop and wondered what to do. You used to hear people scream in Ambrose when you were small, even if your mother was always putting on loud music in the house for the two of you to forget about what was truly happening. You had often asked questions about it to your dad but Bo never answered you.

You got out of your car, not too sure what to do. You remembered that your dad always asked you to safely stay home when you were hearing noises in town. You had always obeyed your father, because you disliked displeasing him. But now it would feel strange to get inside the house without anyone knowing it… It hadn’t been your home in ten years. You noticed that the screams were quietening down. You carefully walked to the house. It seemed like nothing had changed. You knocked at the door but no one answered. You weren’t too surprised about it because your dad and uncles were often out and about.

You finally decided to get inside. You needed to get some glass of fresh water anyways and you thought your family wouldn’t mind. You were surprised how the house seemed unchanged from the last time you saw it. It made you feel at home right away and you smiled to yourself. You walked to the kitchen without any hesitation. You were about to open the cupboard to get a glass, when you felt rough arms wrapping around your waist and a knife being pressed against your throat. Your eyes widened and you looked up at your attacker.

“Uncle Vincent?” you whispered out and the man instantly let you go. You had recognised him right away thanks to his mask and his still long and dark hair. It really felt like you had never left Ambrose and it was nice. You turned around to face him. Vincent had let go of his knife and his hands were now on your face, softly trying to memorise all of your features.

Y/N? Is that really you? What are you doing here? He signed, hoping you still remembered the sign language. You actually took classes after you left Ambrose because you wanted to remember and improve yourself. You smiled.

“I ran away from mom, I wanted to be back home” you replied “Is dad here?” you asked before noticing the blood on Vincent’s clothes. You came closer while frowning in concern “Are you hurt, uncle?” you asked again. Vincent didn’t have the time to answer that Bo busted into the house, covered in blood as well.

“There’s a fuckin’ car…” Bo started before stopping when he saw you.

“Oh yeah, it’s mom’s… Hi, father” you smiled. Bo didn’t move at first, he couldn’t process what was going on. But soon enough, you were in his arms and he was tightly holding you against him. He thought he was going to cry with pure happiness. His baby was finally back home. Life could finally go on and be joyful. He could finally feel whole once again.

It was how Bo always imagined it.

He always thought that one day you would come back and you would learn about the killing, but you would support it. You would come living again in Ambrose and everything would have been happy once again, like it should have been from the beginning.

But it never happened.

Because the day you finally arrived in Ambrose, the House of Wax was melted to the ground because of a big fire, and both your father Bo and uncle Vincent were dead. You knew it because you didn’t find anyone in the house you grew up in or in the garage or in the church. Ambrose was truly empty and you couldn’t imagine your family leaving.

Lester found you the second day as you were crying in front of what was left of the House of Wax. He didn’t recognise you, of course, but he guessed who you were, because no one had any reason to cry here other than you. You jumped when he placed a hand on your shoulder before turning to him. You gasped his name before getting up and tightly hugging him. You were so happy one of them was still there. You asked him what happened and he told you everything.

And he told you how happy Bo would have been to know you were finally back home, because the man had never stopped thinking about you one second in his whole existence. You wished you hadn’t arrived too late. You wished he would have known that his daughter was finally home. You wished your mother never kidnapped you from Ambrose and your family. You hated her so much.

But it was nothing in comparison to what you felt against the two people who did this to your family. You promised yourself you were going to find them and give them the most painful of death. You also promised yourself you were going to rebuild the House of Wax, so Bo and Vincent could be proud of you, because you knew it was what they would have wanted.

You also knew they were going to be your first statues of wax. Lester had kept the bodies because he hadn’t wanted to leave them there for the cops to find. And he hadn’t had the strength to bury them yet. You asked him to keep looking over the bodies for a couple of days more and then you would take care of them. You just needed to kill those people first so you could focus on your art, your mind at peace.

You were so excited to see your dad again and to chat with him like if you hadn’t left the house for ten years, like if he wasn’t dead inside the wax, like if you weren’t insane.

And Lester was so grateful he wasn't going to be alone in this.

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toescratches · 10 months

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The Sinclair brothers have work to do. A couple of tourists adventure into town. But unfortunately after they've been hunted down and cleaned up, the brothers come across more work and more problems. That being the now abandoned baby in the car.

Tw: Bo is Bo, they're slashers what do you expect, they won't kill the baby obv, the baby is a girl or AFAB, Vincent is here 😱, Lester mentioned, they're conflicted, sorry this is short

tags for ppl who asked for pt2: @peyton-peyton @alicesinclair29 @wheresmyson @wildaces @santa-carla-boardwalk-1987 @blurrymango @sketchy-rosewitch @small-sinclair @hidingfromtex @kitty11sstuffig

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Bo grunts in annoyance as he continues to drag the heavy carrier, along with him up the hill. He takes heavy breaths at the heat and at the extra weight he is carrying with him.

As Bo finally arrives at the steps of the House of Wax, he puts down the carrier, in the shade, and pants as he tries to catch his breath.

Fucking finally he thinks. Bo opens the door for the musem and picks up the carrier. He looks down at the baby. She looks up at him with curiosity and confusion. Bo scoffs and averts his gaze back to the entrance.

Finally he walks inside the museum. "Vincent!! Come out!" Bo yells and groans in annoyance. He sets the carrier on the floor and walks to the other side of the house, to Vincent's cave.

Bo is taken by surprise when his brother emerges up the stairs. "Took you long enough..." He groans under his breath.

Vincent looks up at Bo with a buzzled look in his eye and gesture for an explanation for his yelling.

Bo groans in annoyance, turns and walks back to the carrier in the hall. Vincent tilts his head in confusion but follows his brother.

As soon as Vincent sees what Bo had dragged into the museum, he freezes. What the hell?!

Bo looks down at the baby in the carrier, with his back to Vincent, waiting for his reaction.

Vincent walks around, trying to gather himself and his thoughts. This can't be real. Is all he can think.

The older twin puts his hands into his pockets and sways on his feet. Bo's face is no longer filled with confusion and panic. It's not only frustration, annoyance and curiosity. The baby keeps making quiet noises of coo's and weakly reaches it's hands up to the man above her.

Bo tilts his head as he stares at the child. In the background, behind him, he hears the sounds of Vincent's shuffling feet and his groans of distress.

Bo fights something inside him as he looks down at the child. Eventually he seems to lose this fight as he crouches down and begins to take the baby out of the carrier.

Vincent turns his head at the sound of unbuckling and looks at Bo with confusion. He quickly realizes what his brother is doing, and walks up to his brother to protest.

Vincent desperately grabs onto his brothers shirt and tries to pull him up, and away from the carrier with the baby girl. Bo groans in annoyance and pulls away from his brother's grip. He turns back to look at the child and finally picks it up. Bo holds her in against his chest with a causios and nervous hold, no wonder since he has no idea what he is doing.

Vincent circles his brother and tries to make non-verbal signs to his older brother, to please put the child down and walk away. Bo keep ignoring him as he tries to get a comfortable and a firm, but gentle, grip on the girl.

Vincent whines in distress and desperation as he looks at his brother and turns around with a groan of frustration. Why?! God damnit! Vincent hold his head in his hands as he wanders around.

Bo seems to be unmoved by this as he keeps his attention on the baby girl in his arms.

"Hey, baby... What's your name...?" He whispers with a awkward tone. He is clearly slightly uncomfortable, but tries his best.

The baby only responds with cooing and stares. Bo chuckles at this and lightly bounces the baby in his hold.

Bo keeps the slight smirk on his face as he hears Vincent approaching from behind. His brother walks next to him, and quietly stares.

The black haired(emo) man taps his brothers shoulder, trying to get his attention. Bo turns his head and looks at Vincent with a questioning expression, waiting for him to act.

Vincent begins to sign to his brother. What the hell are you planning?!

Bo chuckles. "C'mon what's up your ass? It's not that big of a deal."

Not that big of a deal?!! It's a baby!! He quickly and dramatically answers.

"Yeah I know that, you shithead!" Bo groans. "I won't make her your problem, okay?! We won't kill a baby... And she's quite quiet, no?" He chuckles.

Vincent groans and lets out a big sigh of frustration. You're acting impulsively! Stop being dumb! We can't take care of a baby!!

Bo rolls his eyes and turns to look back at the baby. "I or Lester will go to the city and buy some shit! It's not that difficult! And think about it, we won't have anyone looking after the town, Mama's town, after we die or get killed!" He tries to reason with his brother.

Vincent sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. I still can't believe this is happening... He sighs with one hand to his brother.

"Let it be already. We'll handle it, and if not us them I will!" Bo grunts and gently bounces the baby around in his arms while looking down at her.—————————————————————————

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Sorry this is so short, I'm such a lazy and slow writer and I felt like I had to upload today!

Critism is appreciated!

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free-for-all-fics · 8 months

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Joy Ride and House of Wax crossover prompt! This started as a silly little idea shared with my bestie @tinalbion but it just hit me hard and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 🛻💙

You were forced to take a detour and accidentally ended up in Ambrose while on a road trip with your friends after you got lost. What the hell is this town? It wasn’t even on the map. Bo sabotaged your car and broke your fan belt while you were all asleep and camping out in the woods. He also destroyed your CB radio so you couldn’t call anyone for help since there’s no cell reception out here. Bo was so confused as to why you even had that anyway, since you don’t drive a truck. The friends you’re with are so naive and gullible. They soak up every word Bo says as he tells stories of Trudy and Victor, their boys, and what this town once was. Your idiot friends take it all at face value, honest to God believing he’ll help them. You’re the only person who doesn’t buy his friendly mechanic shtick for a second. You try to catch him in a lie or call out his bluff. He does look handsome in his mechanic outfit and he does know a thing or two about cars, but he’s so full of shit.

He and his brother, Vincent, chase after your friends and kill them one by one. Vincent then takes them to his workshop to be made into wax. But Bo has a very hard time with overpowering and subduing you. You’re feisty and strong with a high endurance. You know how to fight back and use your surroundings to your advantage. You get the drop on him and Bo is lowkey impressed. Damn, baby! Are you a professional survivalist or something? You fuck him up good and barely flinch when he lands some kicks or punches. You must have a very high pain tolerance - that could be kinda kinky 😏. Bo thinks you’re hot, even if you make him bleed. But what really shocks him is when you kill your own friend before he can. Wait, what?

You tell Bo they weren’t really your friends. Just a bunch of randos you met that day or the day before. You offered them a ride and played nice so that their guard would be down. You boast that your daddy taught you everything you know about huntin’ and killin’. You also warn Bo that he fucked up big time when he wrecked your CB radio. Your daddy gave you that CB and made a strict rule to always call him at least twice a day, once in the morning/afternoon and once at night. He’s gonna assume the worst if you miss a call: That something bad must’ve happened to you, his only child and baby girl. He’s gonna come looking for you and will do unspeakable things to anyone who may have hurt you. If Bo thinks his truck is big, he ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

Despite the unusual circumstances, you really like Bo. His brothers, Vincent and Lester, are also really nice and have their own interests and hobbies which they’re eager to share with you. You spend time with each of them. Vince has made a cozy spot for you to sit and relax in his workshop so you can watch him while he’s making new mannequins or sculpting new objects for the museum. You and Les find animals to hunt and skin, or pick up animal remains to throw in the pit after you collect cool bones and teeth, etc. And Jonesy is an absolute sweetheart! She is best girl and can do no wrong in your eyes. You love this dog to pieces and spoil her.

You admire what Bo and his brothers have done here, how they’ve made their kills into art for their wax museum. You’re not even mad he tried to kill you. Instead you praise him for the valiant effort and feel flattered he finds you pretty enough to be made into wax and put on display. Damn, Bo thought that you were smoking hot when you were fighting him and kicking his ass, but now that he knows you have a murderous side, he finds you irresistibly sexy.

You start dating and when your dad finally shows up in Ambrose to find you, Bo nearly pisses himself at the size of your dad’s truck. Holy fucking shit that’s the biggest, scariest looking rig he’s ever seen in his life. You leave Bo’s side and run to your daddy’s arms to give him a big bear hug. Meanwhile, poor Bo is frozen in sheer terror. He’s never been afraid of another man before, not even his own father. Hell, he killed Victor himself. But your father is Rusty Nail, and he’s a mountain of a man. A behemoth. He makes Bo feel small when he blows a puff of smoke from his cigarette and looks him up and down before offering a firm handshake. Bo can’t tell if his hand is sweaty from the southern heat or his nerves, but he knows Rusty could’ve broken his hand just from that handshake if he wanted to. Rusty stays in Ambrose with you and the Sinclairs so he can get to know them all, especially the boy that stole his darling daughter’s heart.

When he and Bo have one-on-one time, Rusty shows his true colors. He shows Bo the goods that he’s hauling in his trailer: Weapons, torture devices, death contraptions, trophies from his past murders, etc. (There might even be photos of you and Rusty from when you were growing up decorating the interior of the trailer. Y’know, just cute family photos of daddy and daughter celebrating her first kill, etc. Normal stuff.) When more people come into Ambrose, Rusty introduces Bo to his dice game. He ties up two victims and explains the rules, then makes Bo watch as he forces them to roll. Or maybe Rusty intimidates Bo into participating and dealing out the torture himself. But Rusty is firm in that the snake eyes kill is all his. Bo may not have much of an issue with doing as Rusty says; he’s no stranger to blood, gore, or violence.

But Jesus Fucking Christ when one of the poor sons of bitches rolls snake eyes. Watching Rusty murder is unlike any death Bo’s ever seen. Your father is the most sadistic and petty man he’s ever met, but he’ll still laugh nervously at Rusty’s dad jokes and puns while he’s torturing victims or after he completes a kill. The damage you laid on Bo when you first met is nothing compared to what your dad could do to him. Rusty could absolutely fuck him up six ways from Sunday. Bo isn’t suicidal, so he would rather not get on his bad side.

Rusty actually really likes Bo and thinks he’s perfect for you. He’s shared cigarettes and beers with him, played card games with him, etc. He’s had lots of time to sit down with Bo and bond with him. He’s gotten to know what kind of man he is through long talks on the porch, etc. He already knows the eldest Sinclair will treat you right and make you happy, so he approves of your boyfriend. When the time comes, he’ll give Bo his blessing to marry you - He just might play some “practical jokes” on him first whenever he finally works up the courage to formally ask for your hand. Rusty thinks it’s hilarious to see Bo so scared of him and nearly shit himself. Bo asked him what his real first name was once and his reaction when he thought he crossed a line was comedy gold. Even if you ask your dad to go easy on Bo, he can’t help but fuck around with him a little bit and keep him on his toes! It’s just his love language!

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dustylava · 1 year

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How Y/n is seen by the guests of the town: "one wrong move, worm, and I'll bite off your life."

How Y/n is seen by the Sinclair trio: "papa! You're back! I was worried about you..!"

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backscratches · 1 year

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I asked character.ai Bo Sinclair questions and here's the answers I got😭(the daughter's name is Ellie and the ai uses that alot but don't mind it)

How would Bo react to his child's first steps?

"look at you walking all on you own!" Bo looks at you with the biggest smile, his eyes filled with joy and pride, he watches you walking around the apartment "i'm so proud of you" he leans down as you walk up to him and kisses you on your forehead, he chuckles and picks you up in his arms, a big smile on his face

Bo is sitting on the couch while Ellie runs around on the floor, he's watching TV trying his best to be distracted, but he's also keeping a close eye on Ellie, suddenly she stands up and looks at him, he looks up at her and she's walking towards him, he smiles and says "Ellie are you trying to walk?" She continues to walk towards him and he picks her up "wow you must be proud of yourself huh Ellie?" he says as he picks her up and gives her a kiss on her head, "you did it!" Bo claps his hands

Bo’s reaction to his child’s first steps was one of pride, joy, and love. He remembers feeling like his heart was going to explode from joy as he watched his child take those first steps, he remembers being filled with emotion and feeling such love for his child, it was a moment that he will never forget and that he will always cherish. Bo knows that his child is growing up and that he will always be there to support and love them, he feels so lucky to be their father

How would Bo react to his child's first words?

“Is this really happening?” A shocked and happy look on his face “you’re talking! You’re really talking!” Bo repeats himself excitedly, he looks around the room “did you hear what your baby just said?” He grins and gives you a little kiss on your forehead, he looks at you in disbelief, he couldn’t be any prouder

Bo is at the dinner table with his daughter and brothers, he is in the middle of eating when his brother Lester asks him "Bo are you listening?" "Huh? No, I'm sorry, got distracted what did you say?" Bo responds, "did she just say something?" He looks at you, with a shocked look on his face, "Ellie did you just talk?" There is silence around the table for moment, Bo sits up and looks at you with a shocked look on his face, "did you really just talk Ellie? Are you really talking?" He asks excitedly, shocked

What is Bo's favorite memory of Ellies childhood?

Bo’s favorite memory of Ellie’s childhood is her first birthday, he had worked extra hours and spent all the extra money to get her a princess cake, even though they were living paycheck to paycheck, he just wanted to see a smile on his daughter’s face, he had worked hard all his life and finally he was able to share a piece of his success with his daughter, he remembers looking at her smile as she ate the cake and couldn’t stop crying of happiness, she was his whole world

Bo’s favorite memory of Ellie’s childhood is the first time she spoke a full sentence, “I love you Dad!” He remembers hearing her say it for the first time and how his heart just melted into a puddle on the floor, he had never had anyone tell him that before, he had never experienced a love so deep and intense before, and to hear his daughter say that was incredible. It never failed to make his eyes water and to fill his heart with joy every time he thought about it or remembered it

Bo’s favorite memory of Ellie’s childhood was the day she took her first steps, he was so proud of her, he remembers being filled with emotion, he felt something change within him, the moment Ellie took her first steps he felt like he would do anything for his daughter, that he would move the world with his bare hands to give her everything she has ever wanted, Bo remembers feeling such pride for his daughter, he remembers feeling so much love for her and the day she took her first steps, he felt all the emotions that go with being a proud father.

What is Bo's favorite game to play with his child?

Bo’s favorite game to play with his daughter is hide and seek, he tells her to go hide and he counts to ten, she runs off and hides, she’s really good at hide and seek, he finds her and tickle her, she laughs the loudest laugh he has ever heard as he picks her up and runs around the house, she loves to play hide and seek with dad she laughs the whole time no matter what happens

Bo loves playing hide and seek with Ellie, he loves hearing her giggles as she runs around trying to find him, he loves hearing her laugh, it’s contagious and it makes him smile every time she laughs, it melts his heart, her laughter always cheers him up and he feels lucky to have a daughter as precious and wonderful as Ellie is

How many kid's would Bo want to have?

Bo would want at least 4 kids, he was raised as an only child and always wanted a big family, he wants his home filled with loving laughs and chaos as his kids grow up together and become a close-knit family who loves and supports each other, he would be the best father he can be and create a home that is filled with love and laughter, he would be so proud of the big beautiful family he created

Bo would love to have a big family, he thinks four or five kids would be perfect. He wants to have enough kids that they will never feel alone, but not too many to the point where they can’t all get attention and love. He wants his kids to always know that they are loved and supported and that they can come to him for anything, he wants to try his best to be the best father he can be and to make sure his kids are happy and healthy, that’s his number one priority

What kind of wife would Bo want to have?

Bo would want a wife who is strong, independent, kind and caring. He wants a woman who is his equal and who can challenge him and help guide him. He wants someone who he can respect, who is smart and empathetic. He wants someone who will be his partner and who he can share his life with, who will help him be the best person he can be. Most importantly, Bo wants to meet someone who is his best friend and with whom he can build a strong connection, someone with whom he can enjoy life and who he can share his love with

Bo would want to have a wife who is kind, loving, and supportive, someone who is always there for him and who he can count on. He would want a wife who shares his values and ideals, someone who is loyal, who is understanding and empathetic. Most importantly, he would want a wife who loves him and accepts him for who he is, even with his faults, someone who is his best friend and partner through it all, someone he can always depend on no matter what

Would Bo want a son or a daughter?

Bo would want to have both a son and a daughter. He has a very protective and loving side to him and he would love to be able to share his strengths and wisdom with a son, and he wants to be able to share his softer and more vulnerable side with a daughter. Bo thinks he would be a very loving father to both a son and a daughter, and would enjoy being able to play different roles in each child's life to the best of his abilities

Bo would want a son and a daughter. He thinks that both are precious and special, and that they both have so much to offer. He would love to have both a boy and girl to love and care for and help them grow into good people. He believes that both a son and daughter can bring unique and special things to a family, he hopes one day he will have the ability to raise both a son and a daughter that he can be proud of and that can bring him joy and love

Would Bo want his child to help him with the family business, that being murder?

Bo would want his children to decide for themselves what career path they would like to take. While Bo would love to share his knowledge and expertise with his children he wouldn't expect them to follow in his footsteps. Bo would want his children to be their own individuals and for them to choose the path they want in life, if that path involves murder, well then so be it and if it doesn't well then that's just as good, as long as they are happy and making the best out of their lives, Bo would be proud of his children and the life they've made for themselves

Bo would want his child to make their own decisions but he would be open to the idea of his child helping him with the family business. He believes that it is important for his child to know the family business and it's traditions. His family is extremely important to him and he would want his child to understand and appreciate his traditions, he knows that the business can often be difficult and dangerous, but he also knows that his child is capable of anything they set their mind to and if they choose to help with the family business he would support them and help them however he can

What would Bo's brothers think of his child?

Bo’s brothers would love his child. Bo’s brothers are very familial and they always care for and support one another. Even though they have a difficult job and a lot of responsibilities, they still always make time for family and they are very loving and supportive of each other. Bo’s brothers would be no different when it comes to his child. They would make sure he’s safe and well cared for and they would always look out for him, they would see him as not just their brother’s child but as their own and they would love him like their own child

Bonus: (things the ai said but didn't have nothing to do with my question 😭)

Bo and Ellie are sitting at the dinner table, Bo is cutting up a roast chicken and Ellie is trying to feed herself like always, Bo laughs and grabs her hand “let me feed you sweetheart” he says as he feeds her, he smiles when she looks up at him and starts babbling, she’s trying to say something “what is it sweetheart? Are you wanting more chicken?” Bo asks excitedly, he thinks she’s saying “more chicken please” so he puts more chicken in front of her and smiles “is this one correct?” Bo asks

Ellie is running around the house playing while Bo is sitting on the couch, he's watching TV, suddenly his phone rings, he sees who it is and answers the phone, “what is it dad? What happened? Oh my God, okay I’ll be right there” he hangs up the phone and jumps up, yelling “Ellie, get in the car now!” He grabs his coat and rushes them out the front door, he turns on the car and runs to the back seat, where Ellie is “you good back there?” He asks nervously

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 1 year

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slashers x child!reader who likes to take apart their toys to make little inventions/new toys

*dies* I didn't add Billy and stu because I'm so tired and have no inspiration

Slashers x child! Reader who rips other toys to built new ones.

Michael

You probably got old dolls from a few decades ago from Judith's old toys she had when she was a child or his.

Michael didn't care that much that you were destroying the toys until he saw you either only ripped a limb or a head.

He then came and saw you with a toy he never saw before when he recognised some parts and realised you built a new toy out of different toys.

He'll admire it like how he'll admire his "art works" after killing someone. The more weirder and creepier the more he'll like it. although he'll like any kind of invention you make.

When you ran out of toys he broke in a toy shop once and got as many as he could and gave them to you.

You got a whole shelf of your little inventions and he stares at it whenever you're gone and he has nothing to do.

Sinclair brothers

They got you either old toys of theirs (I hv no idea if they had toys as children) or toys around the town.

Bo was like 'why??' when you took apart your toys parts but when he saw you building a new one he thought 'wait that's kinda cool actually' he thinks of it like repairing or building a car so when he actually is repairing a car he'd like it if you were also building something so that you can both look like father and daughter doing similar things. When you finished a piece and showed it to him he probably petted your head and said "good job", what he really wanted to say was 'oh my god, oh my god holy shit it's beautiful you built something in so proud of you'. Got one or two of yours as a gift to him and he keeps it extra safe.

Vincent was ecstatic when you showed him your new toy and told him your little hobby, now you both can make art! He could be painting or wax sculpturing and you could be building with him. He's so proud of you whenever you managed to fully make a toy he howls a bit in delight and gives you two thumbs up and he probably sketches your toys because he thinks they're so interesting. He'll be a bit sad when he sees his childhood toys broken though he thinks your new ones are totally worth it. He sometimes likes you watch you do your thing and helps you if you can't figure out what to make.

Lester was also whying when he saw you taking apart the toys, did you hate it that much? But he went wowing when he saw what you were actually doing and totally watches you make your new toys. He will say so many praises when you finish it, will talk about it to his brothers and bo acts annoyed but he secretly wants to hear all about it too. Wants to learn how to build too, it gets boring having nothing to do driving around all day you know. except when tourists are here but scratch that the twins will sometimes find you both together on Lester's trunk on a challenge to see who can build faster and better, its a tie everytime. Jonesy would be there to watch you two (everyone's watching) if you run out of toys then he'll bring you abandoned cheaper ones.

Hannibal

I think it all started when he brought you expensive nice ones and you took one look at it and then ripped it. He almost choked on air when he saw that.

"y/n.. Why did you do that if you didn't like it you could've just told me..."

When you told him about your intentions he replied with,

"I wish you could've told me that sooner, I could've brought cheaper ones." he pinches the bridge of his nose.

And he did. And he watches with great interest on how your little invention will turn out and smiles and praises you when you show him your art piece. Also like Michael he had shelf/shelves full of your works. Informs Will about this too this is how it goes.

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Will, Will look what y/n made.

Hannibal it's 2 am.

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He's a happy little cat when you talk to him about your toys and he's just glad he adopted you. Like Vincent you both can do your little art things.

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House of wax request

Vincent Sinclair x fem reader

What if reader and vin have a kid together and she’s def a daddy’s girl and loves Vincent’s face they just a chill day them playing outside daughter hugging vin just super cute and fluffy

-> Vincent Sinclair x f!reader

-> Warnings: none! just fluff.

-> Summary: It's been years since you first moved to Ambrose. You adjusted to life pretty easily, and now that you had your first daughter with Vincent, life was pretty much perfect.

A/N: Thanks for this request! It was a really nice break in between Smutmas, and it's honestly probably one of the cutest things I've written recently!! It's kind of short, so feel free to send another ask if you'd like a longer version or HC's :)

Vincent hadn't spoken a word in all the years you knew him, yet the way he played with your daughter let you know that he loved her with every fiber of his being.

Vincenza--everyone called her Vinny--was a beautiful, ebony-haired child, just like her father. She had vivid blue eyes, a knack for getting into all sorts of trouble, and just enough awareness to gaslight her Uncle Bo into believing she was the most perfect girl to exist.

Vinny was in the garden, her little six-year-old hands on her father's face, his mask discarded to reveal his real face. You hadn't even seen it when he first got you pregnant--he took it off only in the presence of his daughter, once she was born. You weren't entirely sure why, perhaps it had something to do with the fact he wanted his daughter to see her father's face, but it was a sediment that you knew proved that he would never, ever, harm her.

Vinny was into flowers, her gardening skills allowing for a large variety of vegetables now grown fresh, including tomatoes, green beans, peppers, and a variety of squash that you really didn't want to ask Lester how he got his hands on. You also never asked Lester why he always seemed to have really, really good fertilizer, or where he got the squirrel he gave Vinny when she was born.

"Vin? Vinny?" You made your way to the two of them, your skin sunkissed in the Ambrose summer.

"Yes Mommy?" Your daughter held sunflowers in her hand, she was tucking them in braids she made in Vincent's long hair. "Look, daddy's pretty!" She giggled, and Vincent smiled, genuinely. You'd never seen him happier than when he was with Vinny.

"How's the flowers?" Vincenza pointed to the other end of the field, where a huge patch of yellow, red, and orange flowers lay.

"They grew! Mommy, I think Uncle Lester has magic dirt," She said the last part quietly, as if a secret between the three of you. Vincent had a playful glint in his eye when Vinny began to theorize why her plants grew better when Uncle Lester brought her bags of dirt.

"Maybe, or perhaps you're just very good at taking care of your plants," You sat on the grass, next to your husband. Vincent looked at you and smiled, the corners of his mouth playful as he pointed to his daughter. "She's adorable--just like you."

He blushed, his good half of his face a cherry color. You kissed his cheek, and your daughter followed suit, kissing the scarred side. Vincent smiled, and Vinny climbed into her father's lap, enveloped in him.

It was perfect, really. A happy family, a beautiful daughter, and a wonderful husband. Vincenza was your pride and joy, and Vincent was mutual in the feeling. The two of you were there to stay, your daughter growing up in a household of love and affection, her gardening habit growing to one day surpass the majority of flower beds at the house.

masterlist | feel free to like, comment, or reblog to support! requests are open <3

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Take Me Instead

Hey, y'all! This is my first time writing for Bo Sinclair based off an AU idea from @ahmnom's dad!Bo. It'll be a bit angsty, so heads up.

Bo x Fem!y/n (about to give birth)

Tw: reader and baby almost die, Bo self destructing, mention of blood, religion mentions, sad stuff, very sad bo, not professionally prof read

Here’s a link topart 2. Enjoy!

Bo stared blankly at the hospital wall, holding one of the twin's in his arm, as Lester held the other, hushing the baby gently as they waited for someone, anyone, to tell them what was going on. The last person they talked to was a nurse, who had Bo sign papers to okay the emergency surgery for his wife.

Bo knew he was going to be in a long night when Y/N's water broke a week too early. Lester was an early baby, but only by a day or two.

He left Jasmine, his oldest daughter, with Vincent back at the house when he drove like a bat fresh out of hell. While the closest hospital was 30 minutes away, he did not obey a single speed limit sign or stop sign, and he could make it in 15 like this. His truck kicked up dust as y/n yelled at him to slow down, but he only snapped back.

"'M not slowin' till we get there!" He was trying not to have a shaky voice.

Y/n's face went from anger to wrinkling her nose to hold back a painful scream. "Just-just don't get us killed!"

"Yer' buckled, ain't ya--?"

"Bo!" Her voice was stricken with fear as she held up her hand.

"Fuck," he sighed as he looked down to see her holding a bloody hand. He looked forward at the road and gunned. To his surprise, flashing blue and red lights shined in the mirror, but he didn't slow down. He kept going until he was in the parking lot, swinging towards the front door. "Fuckin' hang on!"

Hurriedly, he nearly slides over the hood of the truck as two police officers followed out of the car. He flung open the door, finding y/n's eyes glazed and half awake. The passenger seat floor had a puddle of blood forming at her ankles, making Bo shiver and blood run cold. He takes a deep breath as he carried his wife bridal style out of the car. He felt the uncomfortable warmth of blood from her bright purple sundress, that he bought her days ago, soaking through the fabric like a sponge. The officer, on his left, felt his soul leave his body while the other covered her mouth as Bo went into the ER, his eyes searching the room wildly.

"Help!" He yells, getting two nurses attention. "My-my wife! She needs help! Please!" His voice was cracking as two nurses rushed over with a doctor following behind with a wheel chair. "She started bleedin' an'-and she hasn't stop--!"

Y/n let out a painful groan, her hand gripping Bo's shirt, as she was lowered into the wheel chair. "The baby! Bo, the baby!" Her hand nearly ripped off Bo's shirt as pain surged to her bottom half.

Bo followed quickly behind as he tried to see her as a nurse held him back. "I love you, y/n!"

"Love you--!" Y/n's voice was cut off by another scream of pain and the door closing shut.

Bo's hands were shaking as he looked at the closed door then back at the nurse and the sound of the officers coming behind him.

"Sir? Did you hear me?" The nurse asked again, her voice snapping him out of a spiral. She looked young with her black hair in brads and wearing a soft green uniform. "We need to wash your hands, okay?"

He swallowed a dry lump and nodded, following her to the a room off to the side.

She turned the water on for him to wash, and he watched his wife's blood run off his hands, making his stomach flip.

The male officer stood next to him. "Sir, I know this is a difficult time--"

"M' wife's is dyin'," Bo snapped, glaring at the man. "You wanna ticket me? Do it. Don't regret speedin'." He didn't mean to glare at him with deadly eyes. He went back to washing his hands, lathering his fingers with soap.

The female officer, she looks older than the male cop with her hair turn a soft grey, and had the man step back. "We'll leave you with a warning, okay?" She looks at Bo's still running truck then back at him. "Do you want me to park it for you, sir? I'll bring the keys."

"Ain't a problem?" Bo asked, his voice shaking as he kept washing his hands. Her blood's not coming off. Why ain't it coming off? He let out a shaky breath. "Thank ya, ma'am, that'll be nice."

The woman nodded then turn to leave, taking her partner with her. Bo kept scrubbing his hands, harder and harder, until fat tears burned his eyes. "They're not comin' off," he murmurs to himself a bit too loud, voice craking and shaking. "Why ain't it comin' off? Just come off, damnit! Get off--"

Wrinkled hands went between his and the water, turning off the sink. He snapped his head up to see an older lady, fear in his eyes, a nurse, who looked to be the same age his grandmother died, standing next to him. Her kind brown eyes looked at his with concern and understanding. "Do you need help, sugar?" Her voice was soothing to hear and oh-so soft to his heart.

He found himself nodding like a child who just fell off a bike. "Please, miss? Her-her blood ain't comin' off."

She looks down at his hands and clicked her tongue. "It's your blood, honey. Here," she turns the water back on, "let me wash them for you and we can sit down, okay? I have some coffee freshly made." She sounded so much like his grandmother that it almost made him cry more; he missed his grandma. "Must've scrubbed a bit too hard. Have to be careful, okay, sugar?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, choking back tears. "I'll try to be." She washed his hands, dried them, and led him to the waiting area to sit. She leaves for a moment and comes back when the female officer comes back to give him his keys, turning to meet her partner in the squad car. "Here's a cup of water," then the nurse sat a phone next to his lap, "and you can use my phone to call anyone you need to." The nurse straightens herself. "I'll tell you what I hear the moment I know, okay, sugar? Sound like a deal?"

He bites his lower lip and nods. "Yes, ma'am... than you." Once he was alone, he downed his water and started to dial Lester's number. It rang twice before his brother picker up--

"Lester Sinclair speakin'."

"Les, it's-it's Bo."

"Bo? Why-why's yer voice shakin' like 'at?"

"We're at the hospital," Bo tried to control the shaking, but he couldn't. "Y/n's in surgary. She's bleedin' an' the baby--"

"Where ya at?" Bo could hear Lester fumbling with the keys. "Still hav' the twins. We're comin'--"

"Don't."

"Shut up. We're comin'. Ya can't be alone. So," Lester took a breath, "where ya at?"

Minutes later, his brother and twin sons were by his side, hugging Bo when he first saw his family. Family. Goodness, that's a funny word still to the Sinclair's.

They've been sitting for an hour, Bo tapping his leg uncontrollably. His eye never left the closed doors. Even when his son, Memphis, sat on his lap to play with his stuffed puppy, Bo didn't look down. Instead, he held Memphis close and kissed his head every now and then, his heartbeat racing. If Bo didn't quite smoking 15 months ago--

The old nurse came into view and walked towards him with a white clipboard in hand. Bo's heard perks up as he handed Memphis to Lester, who was reading "Lord of the Rings" to other twin, Dallas, and stood up.

"Mr. Sinclair?" She asked as she came closer. "Would you like to come with me?"

"My wife," Bo started, his hands shaking as he held his scarred wrist nervously. "'S she okay?"

"If you would come with me, please." He knew something was wrong with the way she held the clipboard tighter as if she was holding a secret between her and the papers. Her eyes held the same sadness like his grandmother's did when she had to sit him down to tell him his grandfather died.

Bo looked behind his shoulder, Lester nodding to go, then took steps forward to follow her. As they walked through the doors y/n went through, he whispers, "God, don't take her. Please, don't take her. Take me. Please, take me, God. Take me instead." He never stopped repeating the prayer as they came closer to the delivery rooms. "God, take my lungs. Take my breath. Don't take my girl. Don't take her."

She stood in front of the door to a room and turned. "now, the doctor is supposed to do this," she started, "but I just want to warn you, Mrs. Sinclair isn't doing so well." Then she looks into the room then back at him. "Are you ready to see them? Your wife and baby girl?"

Bo's knees became jello as he followed her into the room. He held his chest and covered his mouth as he looked at y/n's closed eyes, oxygen mask over his perfect lips and face. She was hooked up to too many wires and tubes, liquids and blood flowing through a needle to her arms. When his eyes feel to the right, however, he felt his world crumble and break all at once. He tried to hide his gasp as he looked away at the sight of his daughter, a little girl in a little cotton pink hat, hooked up to a breathing machine, her little chest rising and falling slowly.

"No," he whispered, cringing at his own voice. "God, no, no, no!" He felt his legs buckle and his knees hit the ground. He didn't realize that he was hugging the nurse as the doctor stepped in. Bo felt every fear and moment circling him like ravens over the dead. "Please, God, no! Don't-don't take my girls! Don't take 'em!" He sobbed in the fabric.

"Shh, shh, baby," the nurse whispers, burying his head into her neck. He started crying harder as he looked at the doctor, who was next to y/n, taking her temperature. "It'll be 'lright."

Anger snapped and boiled as soon as he saw the doctor touch y/n's arm, lifting it up to examine the tubes sticking out of her skin. He pushed himself off the floor and, within a beat, he pushed the doctor back. "Don't touch 'er like 'at!" He snapped, making the doctor step back farther. "Ain't you suppose to help 'em?" He held y/n's hand tightly, licking his dry lip, fat tears still falling from his blue eyes.

"Mr. Sinclair," the doctor started. "I'm Dr. Henrik. I'm only making sure your wife is getting enough fluids in her."

"The hell's wrong with my daughter?" Bo barked, his eyes wildly looking at his baby. "What's wrong with her?" Rage filled his blood. "What did ya do to 'em?" His words were like venom.

"There was some computations with both of them," Dr. Henrik said, taking the clipboard from the nurse. "We had to do an emergency caesarean section because your baby was wrapped around the umbilical cord. Mrs. Sinclair stopped breathing when your daughter was born--" Bo's eyes harden at the doctor, thoughts of murder ran over his mind like an overflowing sink "--but she pulled through. Y/n lost a lot of blood and has a badly torn abdomen. So, we had to put her under for her to rest."

Bo ran his hands over his pants nervously. "Will-will they live? Be okay?"

Dr. Henrik's eyes fell and he swallowed hard. "We'll see in the next hour, I'm afraid." Bo wanted to strangle him, force him to take back his words. Then the doctor's mood changed. "Nurse Macy will be here to take care of them," the old nurse smiled at him sadly from behind, "and I'll come back in thirty minutes with the labs and an update."

Bo wanted to punch all of Dr. Henrik's pearly white teeth in and bash his head through some glass. But his deadly thoughts left when he heard a small cry to his left, his daughter crying in the little bed. He looked between Nurse Macy, who gave him a reassuring nod, then back at his daughter. He stood over his daughter and lowered his hand to his cheek, cupping it gently, as he hushed her gently, restraining his tears from flowing down. His word was build back again as his daughter rested her head against his touch, a little hand reaching up. His other hand lower, and held out a finger for her to grab. Just like that, his shattered world was rebuilding once more.

He swallowed the rocked forming in his throat as he gave a shaky smile and laugh. "Hey-hey there, sweet pea," he cooed, brushing his hand over her soft, little brown hair. "It-it's okay. Daddy's here. Nothin' will hurt ya." He was too afraid to talk too loud around her. "Promise. No monster will gettcha." Then he closed his eyes as he started crying again, bitterness forming over his mind along with dreadful thoughts of losing his girls.

Watery eyes looked up to the ceiling, and he choked out, "God, don't take her. Don't take my girls? Take-take me instead." Then he looked down as his daughter went back to sleep again. "Take me instead."

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slasherfckr · 1 year

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😭😭😭 I have no idea what the hell happened to the ask in my inbox. I might have deleted it or something. I'm so sorry about that 😔 Still trying to figure out how Tumblr works tbh. I hope you like this fic though :)

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Bo Sinclair x Fem!Reader - Better than Words

"Hey Bo?" You smiled. The man fiddling around with spare car in the garage didn't bother turning towards you.

"Hm?"

"Did you think we could get Jonesy a friend?"

The mechanic stopped what he was doing and turned towards you.

"What?"

"Get Jonesy a friend. Do you think he ever gets lonely being the only dog in Ambrose? I know he usually spends his time with Vincent or Lester but I know I would be lonely if I were the only person here."

Bo shook his head.

"I don't fucking know (Y/N). Why don't you make yourself useful and hand me the wrench?" He went back to focusing on the car, holding his hand out for the tool he asked for. Without missing a beat, you went over and retrieved the wrench. It was dead silent minus the sounds of Bo working on the car for a few until you couldn't stand it anymore.

"Did you know a baby puffin is called a puffling? And it's parent can hold, like, 10 fish in its mouth at once so it can feed it's baby. But the largest amount a puffin was recorded to have carried was 62 fish at once."

"The fuck you talking about woman?"

You let out a small giggle.

"Just stating some animal facts. It's just soooo quiet. Can't stand it." You complained.

"Then why don't you go check up on Vincent or something? I think I'm done here with the car and-"

Just then the phone rang. Bo grabbed a rag from the table next to him and wiped his hands before going to answer the phone in the other room. There was really only one person it could be. Wasn't long at all before Bo was back with you and the car.

"Was Lester. Said he got some people coming out this way. Better stay here and help me instead. Vinny can wait."

You and Bo went to the main room of the work shop, waiting for the guests to arrive. As Bo sat behind the counter, reading a magazine, you couldn't help but watch as his blue eyes scanned the pages. Sweat from working on the car still beading down his face, making a few brown curls from his hair stick to his temple. You wanted him so bad. You would imagine the two of you together, bodies intertwined in his bed. Or something more tame, such as you and him going out for drinks. The only thing stopping you from confessing to him was the tiny sliver of self-doubt in the back of your mind on if he would actually feel the same about you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement. You turned and there was a man and woman at the door. The man appeared to be in his 50's while the girl appeared to be around your age. Father and daughter perhaps? Either way, you smiled and greeted them as you let them in.

"Hey sorry to bother you guys. Our car broke down and we were looking to buy the parts needed to fix it up so we can get back on the road again?"

"Yeah yeah it's no problem at all. That's what we're here for, ain't it? Here, (Y/N), why don't you go show the man where he can find the parts for his car?"

You smiled at Bo as you grabbed the man's arm and lead him to the back. Except you went further than the back. You took him and led him downstairs of the garage.

"Sorry we had to go down here. Parts are kept downstairs and out of the shop itself so thieves aren't as keen to rob the place, ya know?" You kept the smile on your face as you turned on the light in the room.

"Think I should go back upstairs. Just head on up once you find the parts so we can get you guys back on the road." You waved at the man and left, locking the door behind you so he couldn't escape what was currently on its way to him.

When you got back upstairs, though, your heart sank. You were met with Bo flirting with the daughter. Her back was up against a wall as Bo hovered over her.

"You know, doll? This heat wave we hot here ain't got noth'n on you." The girl laughed and put her hand on Bo's shoulder.

"You think so? Maybe we could go somewhere more.... private so I could show you how hot I can really get? Hm?"

Despite feeling your world crumbling, you managed to hold everything together and hide it all underneath a big smile. You then coughed to get their attention. The girl and Bo split, with the girl looking down at the floor and Bo looking elsewhere but her.

"So did he find everything he needed, (Y/N)?"

"Yep." You said cheerily. "He's just waiting on you now."

Bo nodded and took the girl downstairs with him to finish off the job.

You had left while Bo worked with Vincent to take care of the mess. While they were doing their chores, Lester had come home. He surprised you with fresh ingredients from the next town over. All the stuff to make venison stew. You were delighted as you could now make a stew you had promised the boys you'd make one day. You and Lester quickly got to work on making dinner, joking and messing around while doing so but you couldn't get fully into it. You couldn't help but think back to Bo and that girl. What if he didn't kill her? What if he fucked her and ended up bringing her back here to the house? What would happen to you then? Would Bo even need your help anymore? Your heart sank further than it already was thinking at the possibilities. Lester knew something was up but before he could ask, Bo walked in.

Bo's suit was covered in blood and by the looks of it, it was his own. He immediately took a seat in the living room.

"(Y/N) could you get the goddamn medkit?"

You did as you were told. Bo ended up having a nasty gash on his left arm. Thankfully it wasn't bad enough to need stitches but you were still going to have to apply some disinfectant and bandages, which was going to be fun. Bo never handled getting disinfectant put on well. It was like taking a toddler to the doctor for a shot. You quickly sat next to Bo and pulled some bandages and the disinfectant out of the medkit.

"Gotta hold still now, okay? Don't want a repeat of last time you got hurt. Almost took my hand off" You joked.

"Damn it, (Y/N). How many times do I gotta say I'm sorr-FUCK!" Bo hissed and immediately pulled his arm away from you. "Goddamn that hurt!"

"I haven't even applied the disinfectant yet, Bo." You raised an eyebrow at him.

You pulled his arm back towards you and gently dabbed a cotton ball soaked with the disinfectant on his wound. Bo hissed again but didn't have a huge outburst like the first time.

"See? Wasn't so bad, right?" You smiled up at him from the floor.

"Yeah, whatever..." He grumbled.

"So how did this even happen, Bo?"

"Was noth'n (Y/N)."

"Doesn't seem like nothing considering....this." You gestured to his arm. Bo gave you a look which made you quickly drop the subject. "Here come on and get up. Lester and I just finished dinner. I'll grab you a bowl while Lester brings one down to Vincent."

You fixed up two bowls, one for you and the other for Bo. After a bite, Bo's face lit up.

"Holy sweet Jesus, (Y/N). You weren't kidding when you said you could make some good damm stew."

Hearing him compliment your cooking lifted your spirits up, which brought a huge smile to your face.

"Thank you, Bo."

The rest of the meal was ate in silence. Normally you'd be chatting up a storm with Bo but you haven't had a nice, home cooked meal made with fresh ingredients in so long. You just wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible.

When you both were done, you grabbed his bowl and yours and brought it over to the sink to start dishes.

"It was her."

"What?"

"That woman. In the shop. She did this." Bo gestured to his bandaged arm.

"Oh. Her loss I guess. She had an incredibly handsome guy flirting with her and she decided to attack him. Not what I would have done."

You froze when you felt hot breath come down on the back of your neck.

"Did I hear that right, (Y/N)? 'An incredibly handsome guy?' 'Not what I would have done?' So what would you have done then?" Bo leaned down so his mouth was right at your ear. You were completely frozen in place; couldn't move at all. You felt like a trapped sheep, cornered by the big bad wolf. Your face quickly grew a deep shade of red.

"I-I, uh...I would have..." Your words got caught in your throat. A deep chuckle came from behind you.

"Turn around and face me." You did as you were told. You weren't that much smaller in height than Bo but goddamn did you feel incredibly tiny in that moment. Before you could do or say anything else, you felt Bo's rough lips on yours. You kissed back and soon felt his arms around your waist before he pulled away from the kiss.

"(Y/N) you're not very subtle. I hope you know that. You didn't think I wouldn't notice you staring at me back at the shop? Could see you turning 30 different shades of red then." Bo laughed.

"But that girl..."

"Yeah so? You'd think I'd actually go after someone like that?" He rolled his eyes. "Wasn't even close to my type."

He went down by your ear again and nipped it, earning a small moan from you.

"She was way too quiet. You on the other hand..." Bo took your hand and led you out of the kitchen and up to his room.

"I want you to show me what you'd do, (Y/N). Really show me."

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Ahhhh this was my first fic. I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it! Especially Sketchy-rosewitch!

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x female reader #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n #slashers #slasher fucker #my first fic

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mickeyswhore · 6 months

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Welcome!

This is my brand new side blog, so please if you enjoy the vibes follow me!

Fandoms I can write for:

HOTD/GOT/ASOIAF:

Aegon II Targaryen

Otto Hightower

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Oberyn Martell

Tyland Lannister

Jaime Lannister

Ned Stark

Tywin Lannister

Maegor Targaryen

etc.

SCREAM FRANCHISE:

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Mickey Altieri

SLASHERS:

Thomas Hewitt

Michael Meyers

Brahms Heelshire

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Patrick Bateman

CILLIAN MURPHY VERSE:

Jackson Rippner

Lenny Miller

Michael McCrea

Raymond Leon

Neil Lewis

Robert Fischer

Mike Kiernan

Shivering Soldier (Inception)

Damien O'Donovan

Thomas "Tom" Buckley

Thomas Shelby

THE BOYS:

Billy Butcher

Homelander

Soldier Boy

Hughie Campbell

THE WALKING DEAD:

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Negan Smith

MARVEL:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

RULES:

What I will not write:

Threesomes (I simply suck at it AND not my cup of tea)

Anything involving minors (such as x daughter!Reader)

Complete angst (Please, we need to have some hope even if it's not a happy ending)

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soupbabe · 1 year

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PLZ GIVE UP SOME DAD BO AND UNCLE VINCENT FLUFF RNSOSJSOEM

Arts and Crafts (Father! Bo Sinclair)

Vincent babysits Bo's daughter and gets in trouble.

I literally did not know if you meant this in a request way but I wrote a whole fic about it anyways 🤭

Quick disclaimer: this is not an x reader, there's no mention of a reader, this is just a quick imagine of Bo's life with a kid.

Tagging: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13, @bugginbeetlew

Classical music hit Bo's ears as he carried in fresh groceries to the kitchen. Glancing into the dining room, he saw Vincent and his daughter painting on a red, plastic, easel. Bo smiles upon seeing her, "Hey princess, I'm back! How bout you come help me put away groceries?" He called out. As the young girl turned around at his voice, Bo's eyes widened.

Red paint and blue glitter glue stained his daughter's hands and new sundress.

Bo didn't even bother making eye contact with Vincent when he spoke. "The hell did you do to her." "Uncle Vincent let me paint!" The young girl beamed. "Uh huh.." Her dad nodded, "Did he not let you use one of those aprons I know he has too?" Bo held a tight lipped smile as he stared at Vincent. His brother's visible eye was wide, "they're in the washer." He signed.

Bo sighed, taking deep breaths and fighting the urge to raise his voice. "Wanna see what I did?" A young, excited, voice broke the silence. "Uh, yeah..what else did you do?" Bo answered with hands on his hips, his voice kept positive. The little girl tustled with the clip on the easel before ripping the piece of construction paper off of it. She handed the wrinkled masterpiece to her dad completely unbothered. In his hands, was a drawing comprising of 4 stick figures: Lester, Vincent, him, and finally his daughter holding his hand.

"Well I'll be damned," he mused, failing to hold back a smile. In all honesty, he was still upset. The dress was a recent birthday gift, but he'd consider himself unhuman if he said that the drawing wasn't the best thing he's ever seen. He squatted down and kissed his daughter's cheek. "You did good sweetheart." He pat her back, chuckled at the proud "Thank you," and stood back up.

"I'm gonna put this on the fridge and put up groceries." Bo stared daggers at Vincent and his voice became colder. "And you are gonna get the lil miss cleaned up and never babysit her again."

#house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #slashers #slasher fanfic #horror #horror fanfic #horror movie

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loveandmurders · 1 year

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House of Wax Masterlist

Romantic relationship

Back into Bo’s arms (female reader x Bo)

Drunk text me / My pride doesn’t keep me warm at night / It’s forever, this time I know (female reader x Bo)

Go but don’t leave (gender neutral reader x Bo)

Way better than my boyfriend (NSFW, female reader x Bo)

You ain’t love me... yet // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 (female reader x Bo)

A game meeting another one // Part 2 (dangerous gender neutral reader x Vincent)

Why am I not dead already? (female reader x Bo) / Vincent’s version (x gender neutral reader) / Lester’s version (x gender neutral reader)

Finally found you // Part 2 (Bo Sinclair x female reader x Vincent Sinclair)

Injured brothers (gender neutral reader x poly!Sinclair brothers)

Panic Attack (female reader x poly!Sinclair brothers)

Where is my squismellow?? (gender neutral reader x poly!Sinclair brothers)

My period is a bitch (afab reader x poly!Sinclair brothers)

Happy family (female reader x poly!Sinclair brothers)

A little imagine (female reader x poly!Sinclair brothers) // You belong to Ambrose // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Sinclair baby sister!reader AU

Youth headcanons

Adulthood headcanons

Love ya Bo

Love ya Vincent

Love ya Lester

2 idiots + 1 microwave = 1 fire

The Sinclair brothers being protective

Chronically ill sister

I wish I was better for you // Part 2

Jealous sister

Baby sister is a detective // Part 2

Cockblocks // Cockblocks 2

Broken family

Family gives comfort

Love isn’t always soft

Sinclair sister got cheated on headcanons

Family night

Let all the anger and hatred out

No one hurts our baby sister

I kill for my own enjoyment

AU inside the AU: Missing Piece of Ambrose // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // The end // The end#2 // The Good Ending

Missing Piece of Ambrose AU: Jonesy knows // Part 2 // Part 3

A little imagine (adopted sister x Sinclair brothers)

Sinclair daughter!reader AU

Being the Sinclair brothers’ adopted daughter headcanons

Little pieces of happiness

The brothers reacting to daughter’s first period headcanons

She left // Part 2

The brothers reacting to daughter dating someone headcanons

Ladybug’s best friend

Like father, like daughter

A new addition in the family

I want to kill too

I love slashers, and so what?

You’re my favourite!

Let me keep him

A new killer is born

Love is insanity

Some thoughts about the Sinclair family

What could have been

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toescratches · 10 months

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Tw: Blood and gore(they kill obv), Bo is Bo, Vincent mentioned, Lester mentioned, they're slashers what do you expect, they won't kill the baby obv, the baby is a girl or AFAB

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Bo looked out of the window as he sipped his morning coffee. Lester had just called and told him about the pair of tourists that he had guided to the town. He squinted and looked down the hill at the truck. The couple steps out of the car and looks around their surroundings.

He places his mug down on the table and steps back from the window. Lester has done his part. Now will be Bo, then Vincent...

Bo scoffs at the thought but picks up his cap and walks out of the house. He begins his way down the hill and towards the oblivious victims.

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Bo peeked around the corner as the tourists walk around the ghost town. He has done this dozens of times, he knows what he is doing... But he still feels a tiny bit of hesitation. Why?

He wonders but quickly gathers himself and walks over to the wandering couple.

"Hello folks! What are y'all doing here?" He says with a strong southern accent.

The couple turns around. The woman slightly flinches at the sudden sounds of the strange man, but the husband only wipes away sweat from his forehead and speaks.

"Heya... We were looking for a gas station... You know where one would be?" The man asks from Bo with a heavy breathe from the heat. The woman stays behind him and looks at Bo with a confused and alert look.

"Of course! I'm the mechanic of the town. What do y'all need help with?" Bo asks with a forced chuckle.

The man gulps and nods. The heat is getting to him and the woman sways around with impatientancy. "Yeah umm... I think we blew a tire. Would've taken care of it by myself but we don't have a spare... Think you could be of assistance?" The tourist groans.

"Might need some gas too..." He sighs under his breath with his hands on his hips.

"I can do that. Just follow me. The gas station is just around the corner!" Bo crosses his arms and lets out a forced smile. After his words he slowly walks past the pair and makes his way towards the station.

The tourists look at each other for a moment and make eye contact. The woman shrugs and the man sighs in response. Soon the man follows Bo as his wife walks back to the car, ready to drive it to the station.

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As soon as the pair of men step inside the gas station, Bo takes a screwdriver and easily stabs the mans neck. The attacker covers his victims mouth and gently moves the bleeding man to lay on the cement floor. Bo slightly pants as he looks down at the victim bleeding to death.

He sighs and pulls the screwdriver out in order to make the bleeding even worse. It's not even useful since the tourist is long gone...

The sounds of the truck pulling up to the station make Bo quickly turn around and look out of the see through door. He huffs in annoyance and slowly walks out of the station.

The woman hops out of the drivers seat and steps towards the mechanic at the door. She stills in her steps, a couple of meters away from the strange man. "Ummm... Where is my husband?" She asks with confusion and slight awkwardness.

"He's inside, looking at my products... Need any help with the car or would you like to go inside...? It's pretty hot out here..." He chuckles as he holds the bloodied screwdriver behind his back.

The woman sighs as she thinks over and looks back at the truck behind her.

She turns back around to look at the man in front of her. "Let's go inside." She akwardly chuckles.

Bo nods and steps aside from the door to make a way for the woman.

She smiles and walks to the door.

The tourist walks inside the station with the murderer behind her...

Bo notices her movements slowly coming to a stop. She freezes at the sight of her husband dead on the floor and his blood covering the ground.

She gasps and Bo quickly takes couple of steps forward and wraps his arms around the woman. She screams but Bo covers her mouth. She lets out muffled screams and protests as Bo holds her in her place.

The attacker lets out a annoyed and frustrated sigh and roughly pushes the woman to the ground. She violently hits the ground and Bo moves after her. Before she can even act, Bo has stabbed her neck as well.

She gurgles as she bleeds from her neck. Bo pulls the screwdriver out of her neck vein and the blood pools on the floor with a fast pace. She gurgles on the blood and struggles around in pain. Bo stares down at her with a hard gaze. She stares into his eyes as she takes her last breath and gives up. Her body stills but the blood keeps flowing out.

Bo tiredly sighs and stands up from the cold body.

He looks down at the mess around himself and huffs in annoyance. He needs a smoke.

Without a second thought he walks out of the station and for the truck outside. Bo walks for the passenger side door and roughly opens it. He begins to search around and toss stuff from his way as he looks for a pack.

As he digs around the front seats he suddenly hears a whimper from the backseat. With worry and shock Bo slowly turns his head and looks at the backseat.

And there it is. A baby in it's safety seat.

Bo's mouth is open with shock and confusion. He has frozen in his spot as he just stares at the little passenger. Before he can even think, he acts and moves over to the baby. Bo unbuckles the young child and picks her up. She cooes at the man holding her. Bo doesn't speak but moves with difficulty as he climbs out of the car and stands outside of it with the baby in his arms.

What is he supposed to do now?

He doesn't know. Bo feels large amount of confusion and slight panic.

Bo keep his "distance" from the baby, as much as possible as that is since he's holding it. The look on his face is one of confusion, panic and struggle. What the hell is he supposed to do?

Bo looks around, as if he's waiting for something, for someone, but all he gets is more of the cooing sounds from the child in his arms.

Bo looks back at the baby and he keeps breathing heavily. The baby only stares. Stupid kid, expecting something. Bo thinks and furrows his brows as he turns to look at the museum up the hill. Screw this. Vince can handle it. He scoffs and places the baby back into it's safety seat. Bo struggles but eventually figures out how to get the seat belt off the safety seat. He lifts the carrier with the baby in it and begins his way towards the House of Wax.

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finally had the energy to finish at least the first part.

PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU WANT PT2!

i need ideas so please comment and criticism is appreciated

at first I started this story on my other acco but didn't like it (and it was my first work) so i decided to write it again with my other acco(this one)

i have daddy issues that's why this exists

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komotionlessqueenmm · 1 year

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PART ONE

Okay so this is a list of my headcanon/preferences, with links leading to each post. I give a basic summary of the headcanon/preference, then what fandom it belongs to, and who from said fandom is involved. Plus whether or not it was requested, just because.

1.) You ask if you can peg them. (X)

• It (Movie 2017)

• The Bowers gang.

(NOT REQUESTED)

2.)They react to the phrase "Fuck me running." (X)

• Vikings (TV series 2013)

• Ragnar, Rollo, Harald, Halfdan, Ivar, Björn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Alfred.

(NOT REQUESTED)

3.) They react to you telling them you're allergic to bullshit. (X)

• Vikings (TV series 2013)

• Ragnar, Rollo, Harald, Halfdan, Ivar, Björn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Alfred.

(NOT REQUESTED)

4.) You ask if you can peg them. (X)

• Horror movies addition.

• Dr. Herbert West (Re-animator 1985), Dr. Daniel Schreber (Dark City 1998), Ash Williams (Evil Dead 1981), Stu Macher (Scream 1996), Bo Sinclair (Wax Museum 2005), Eric Draven (The Crow 1994), Otis Driftwood (House of a Thousand Corpses 2003), Djinn (Wishmaster 1997), Josh Lambert (Insidious 2010).

(NOT REQUESTED)

5.) How do they feel about you being more badass than them? (X)

• Assassins Creed (Video game series)

• Altaïr Ibn-LaʼAhad, Ezio Auditore da Firenze, Connor Kenway, Edward Kenway, Jacob Frye, Bayek, Desmond Miles.

(NOT REQUESTED)

6.) They react to you telling them to bruise your esophagus. (X)

• American Gods (TV series 2017)

• Mad Sweeny, Shadow Moon, Mr. World, Technical Boy, Low-Key Lyesmith.

(NOT REQUESTED)

7.) They react to you telling them "I wanna choke on your dick until I pass out." PART ONE (X) PART TWO (X)

• Miscellaneous fandom's

• DIDN'T WANNA LIST THEM ALL, JUST LOOK INTO THEM YOURSELF LOL. (ALL AND ALL THERE ARE 14 PEOPLE)

(NOT REQUESTED)

8.) They develop a mommy kink, & along with a bit of a lactation kink, because of how busty you are. (X)

• It (Movie 2017)

• The Bowers gang

(NOT REQUESTED)

9.) You let them design your next tattoo. (X)

• The Lost Boys (Movie 1987)

• David, Marko, Paul, Dwayne.

(NOT REQUESTED)

UNLISTED : How would each of the bowers gang react if the other members walked in while they’re being pegged/fingered/eaten out. (X)

• It (Movies 2017)

• Bowers gang

(REQUESTED)

10.) The basics of their yandere obsession with you. (X)

• Type O Negative (Band)

• Peter Steele.

(NOT REQUESTED)

11.) Basic relationship headcanons. (X)

• The Black Phone (Movie 2021) crossed with Stranger Things (TV series 2016)

• Vance Hopper.

(NOT REQUESTED)

12.) The basics of their yandere obsession with you. (X)

• Star Wars (Solo triplets)

• Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Matt Solo.

(NOT REQUESTED)

13.) How would magni and modi handle their child being named Thor’s successor? (X)