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adalwolfgang · 10 months

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Can I get uh.

Headcanon post for Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, RZ Michael Myers, and Danny Johnson with a male S/O who experiences age regression.

Slashers with a Male S/O w/ Age Regression

Warnings: My knowledge on age regression is very low so I did have to search it up and read an article to write this which I will link here. So, with that being said my writing may not be completely accurate so be warned when reading. Also, sorry if this sounds more NB!Reader than Male!Reader!

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Beauregard (Bo) Sinclair 7.5/10

He is very confused in the beginning when he first met you, maybe even a little mean towards you in the beginning. Nagging you about it, calling you names and such. If someone else picked on you for it? Dead, immediately. He won't even let Vincent turn them into a wax figure since he doesn't want some piece of trash ruining his mother's legacy. You'd have to sit down with him and explain it to him, more than once. After that, he'll lighten up on you but still doesn't fully understand, so be prepared to constantly remind him. The relationship maybe rocky at times, but he is surprisingly soft and gentle with you further on in the relationship. He'll most likely go to his brothers for help. Depending on how much he likes you, he'll spend hours on the web researching ways to accommodate your needs and wishes. I feel like yall's relationship might even heal Bo's trauma. Bare with him, please.

Danny Johnson 8/10

Very Childish. He likes making you laugh, it's his specialty. Sometimes he'll try and get you out of comfort zone but if he notices your nervousness, he'll immediately knock it off and apologize profusely. I feel like he'd also be a pushover. Will give you anything you want if he can get you it. He's good at stealing. He frequently gifts you plushies and toys that you like or have been wanting. He loves taking photos of everything you do and stick it on the fridge as if it's the biggest accomplishment known to man. He is very imaginative. He will entertain you for hours with stories if you heart so desires or just talk with you in general. It's an overall caring relationship.

Thomas Hewitt 9.5/10

Thomas is a very quiet, and very affectionate. He's almost as clingy as you. He always has an eye on you since he learned of your regression. He doesn’t want you to get hurt or anything of that sort, especially around Hoyt(Charlie) and Monty. VERY PROTECTIVE. He loves you so much and thinks you're the cutest. Most of the time he'll go to Luda May for advice which she is happy to give him. He loves playing and drawing with you if you want him to. He is very happy and has a constant blush on his face. It’s just so adorable.

RZ!Michael Myers 9/10

When Michael was younger before his little massacre, he always had to take care of his baby sister Laurie, so he already had some experience. At first, he was apprehensive on having someone to look after but it soon growed on him. If you're not feeling the best, he'll just silently pick you up and carry you to your shared couch and let you cuddle into him. If you draw him a picture, he will always carry it on his person even when he goes out. He likes quiet. He won't stop you being noisy or fussy, but he may shove a pacifier in your mouth or give you anything that may distract you from your little outbursts. Very overprotective of you.

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slasherberry-shortcake · 1 year

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•·.·''·.·•This Can't Be Love (Bo Sinclair X Male!Househusband! Reader)•·.·''·.·•

Okay, so huge angst CW for this one. It's gonna be kind of a vent fic for me, that's why I've been working on it for a bit of time. Please proceed with caution.

CW: Stockholm Syndrome, Domestic Violence, Physical Ab*se, Verbal Ab*se, Ab*sive Relationship, Alcohol Mentions and Consumption, Cussing

FEM DNI PLEASE

It was another day in the Sinclair house. The rain poured outside, splashing against the ground and hitting the windows in a lovely tandem of beat after beat. You worked away inside the house, dusting here, decluttering there. That’s what Bo needed from you, at least, that’s what he said he needed. You bent over and gingerly picked up crushed can after crushed can of alcohol, throwing the recyclable aluminum into a plastic trash bag. It was a lot of work cleaning up Bo’s messes, the man didn’t know how to pick up after himself at all. Either that or he just wanted to leave the work to you, which was just as possible. You pushed the thought to the back of your mind, continuing to pick up trash and other miscellaneous items that you found laying on the floor.

You began to rearrange items on shelves, trying to make all of Bo and Vincent’s trinkets and baubles look more presentable. You were sure Bo would appreciate this gesture, you knew he hated coming back to a mess. And if you left it a mess, he got much angrier. Plates would fly, he would scream at you, maybe give you a smack or two. But he always apologized to you and you had no choice but to forgive him. He was keeping you alive. The only reason you ate, slept, and had water was because of him. Why would you want to let go of that lifestyle? You were horribly selfish for thinking that way. You completed the last shelf and moved on to your next task within the kitchen, pulling up your sleeves to tackle the mountain of dirty dishes.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

You scrubbed tirelessly away at the grime upon the kitchenware, heartbeat speeding up slightly as you knew Bo would be home soon. You thought the dishes wouldn’t take this long, you wanted to get them out of the way so you could easily make Bo dinner and do the dishes a second time. But they were stubborn, the gunk was caked on thick and refused to budge. You scrubbed harder, a small tear finding itself to the inner corners of your exhausted eyes. Your chest thrummed and shrieked in pain and fear as the filth continued to stay stubborn, a choked sob ripped from your throat. “Please,” you whispered as you scrubbed as hard as you could, with the force you hadn’t known you had, “please just come off!”

You were scrubbing so ferociously that you didn’t even register the sound of the door opening. Come off, come off, come off, please please come off, you screamed in your mind, heart slamming as you openly wept into the sink.

“The fuck ya cryin’ over?” A deep voice spat from the door way, causing you to flinch so hard that you shattered the glass in your hands, “Fuck! You useless piece of shit!”

He stormed up to you and smacked your face, pulling a loud wail from your scratchy throat. You knew he hated it when you cried but it hurt so bad. Blood soaked your hand and a red mark began to bloom on your cheek. He always came home in a bad mood, but you hated when he came home like this. You sobbed silently in pain, your hand shaking hard. You were shrunken away from Bo, your body trembling in fear that the man may strike you again. “I-I can clean this up, Bo…I’m sorry,” you whimpered, not daring to peer up at him through your teary lashes.

“You’re always crying like a little bitch. Why can’t you just shut up? You’re so pathetic, you’re lucky I even love you,” he sneered, grabbing you by the uninjured hand, “I’ll take care of this, honeydew, I can’t have ya bleedin’ out all over the place. If you go, who’s gonna do the chores?”

You knew the last comment was just a tease but it didn’t feel like it. He began to pick shards from your hand, wiping the blood gently away with a damp rag. You choked at the pain, clenching your eyes tightly. You hated how fast Bo could switch. One second, he was a monster who would do nothing but degrade and beat you, then the next, he nuzzled against you and called you by precious nicknames until he lost his temper again.

He poorly bandaged your wound, pressing a painful kiss to your covered palm, “There ya go, sweet thing. All better,” He pointed at the dishes, his face contorting from one of gentleness to one of annoyance, “Now finish these fuckin’ dishes, ’m starvin’.”

You nodded and quickly resumed your chores, your bandage immediately soaking up the filthy dishwater. You scrubbed away, dish after dish, trying to do it quickly to please Bo. He was right, honestly. You were lucky that he loved you. Without Bo, you would probably be in a ditch somewhere, dead. Or worse. You appreciated how much Bo did for you, how much he sacrificed to keep you alive and well. He was your savior, the guardian angel that protected you from the pain of the outside world. Doing mundane tasks for him was the least you could ever do in return. The best way to show your love.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

You put the dinner in front of Bo on the table, clean silverware finding its place next to the meal soon after. “Would you like anything to drink, Bo?” You whispered, attempting to stay quiet so as to not hurt your lover’s head. His captivating blue eyes dragged up your form slowly, his mouth twisted into a scowl. He didn’t look very happy at all.

“What is this?” Bo snapped, causing your smaller form to flinch. He hadn’t asked for anything specific but he hated what you made. Your heart sunk and your hands began to wring one another, an excuse trying make itself present. Your head pounded with fear, your mouth opening and closing a few times.

“It’s…It’s what I made for dinner, Bo,” you whispered almost silently, earning a sharp tug to your collar. He pulled you close to his face, his minty breath hitting your nostrils and making your eyes prickle with tears. You hadn’t meant to upset him.

“Gonna be a fuckin’ smartass with me? Don’t give me an attitude unless ya want a beatin’, do ya understand me?” He spat, making you shiver in fear.

“Yes, Bo! I understand…please, Bo…I’m sorry,” you sobbed, your hands flinging up to cling to his strong wrists in shock. As you grabbed him one hand broke free from your shirt, a burning smack hitting your face for the second time that night. You fell to the floor and sobbed, your chest heaving as you wept in pain. You didn’t mean to cry, you didn’t intend to upset Bo even more, but you couldn’t help it. The stress of the day had beat you down and the pain was unbearable, even more so when he would insult you.

"Get me a beer," he grunted, not even sparing a glance at your quaking form on the floor, "and hurry it up, babydoll."

You sniffled and rose to your trembling legs, walking shakily over to the old refrigerator as was asked of you. Pulling open the door to the cold box, you reached in and grabbed an unopened bottle of yeasty, amber liquid. Hurriedly, you opened it and walked it back over to Bo, wiping your tears as you set it down.

"Go on, now, I'm sure ya got somethin' else to be doin'," he chuckled, landing a harsh smack to your rear end. You yelped at the pain and excused yourself with a whimper, going off to find another task to busy yourself with.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

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loveandmurders · 2 years

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Being the Sinclair Brothers’ adopted daughter headcanons (or “to be happy, you need a daughter” AU)

Hello everyone! I guess this is a new AU for the Sinclairs (House of Wax), thanks again to the person who requested it. This is basically headcanons about the brothers finding a baby and adopting her.

Hope you’ll enjoy this Sinclair brothers x daughter!reader.

As usual, there is no physical description for the reader.

Warnings: Baby you has been thrown away and you’re a little bit hurt (nothing serious), one or two strong words, mentions of murders. Otherwise quite fluffy.

It was a day like the others, nothing new, nothing unusual for the Sinclair brothers. Bo was in his garage, fixing a new car he just got thanks to the last tourists. Vincent was making more wax sculptures, and already thinking about where he was going to place them. Lester was cleaning the roads from the dead animals and throwing away the wax sculptures that got broken up in the last fight and that Vincent couldn’t repair.

Lester was driving to the pit, softly singing to himself. It was really sunny today and he enjoyed the warmth a lot. He was looking around. It was a nice day and he might even come back to have dinner with the twins, because he liked to spend some time with them when it was calm like that.

He arrived at the pit and took care of what needed to be thrown away. It was quite a bit of work, but he didn’t mind at all, lost into his own thoughts.

He was almost done when he heard something quite unusual.

It was soft crying coming from the pit. He froze as he was about to throw more animals into the pit, and tried to listen more carefully.

He swore he heard more cries and screams. But it was soft, like a baby animal being hurt.

For an instant, he thought he was just hallucinating. He perfectly remembered his father saying that the heat could make people hear or see things, so maybe that was the case.

But he also remembered how crazy his father was and he decided to go down into the pit and see what it was by himself.

His heart wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if he had known there might be a little baby down there, and he thought Jonesy would be super happy to have a little brother or sister around.

He looked for a little while through the dead animals and wax pieces before finding a trash bag. He was certain the noises were coming from it.

He sat on a wax sculpture and carefully opened the bag to find…

A human baby, you.

Such a young human baby, maybe a few weeks old, maximum a month or two.

The girl was dirty and drenched in sweat. You clearly needed water, food and a bath and to be taken care of.

Lester had no idea what to do so he simply rocked you as he tried to quickly think.

He was lowkey panicking.

I can be the daddy of a puppy but of a freaking little girl? No, no, no. Gosh, I don’t even have a wife to help me with this… Oh, but I do have brothers!

Lester looked back down at the little baby who was still crying and he just knew he couldn’t let you die in the pit. You were too cute and… there was something about you, about your eyes.

He climbed out of the pit, being super careful with you and he put you on the passenger seat before looking for some water. He needed to clean you a bit and to make you drink before you could die from severe dehydration. And hopefully the water was going to be good enough for you, and it wasn’t going to make you even sicker.

He tried his best for several minutes and when he was half satisfied with himself, he went into the driver seat.

He did notice the bruises on your body. You must have been thrown away like he threw the dead animals.

He couldn’t understand how parents could hate their child so much… Even his own shitty parents didn’t abandon either of them.

He took the baby on his lap as he had no other way to keep you safe and he relaxed when you slowly stopped crying, probably being soothed by the movements of the truck.

He drove as fast as he could to his brothers.

Bo was under his new car, but he frowned as he heard Lester’s truck parking. And he frowned even more as he heard unknown noises that reminded him very much of when Lester was a baby.

“Bo, help” Lester said as he popped up into the garage.

Bo was quick to get out from under his car, always ready to help his brothers…

And his eyes fell on the baby.

“What the fuck is that, Lester?” he asked him in disbelief.

“Look, found her in the pit!” Lester tried to explain, panicking once again.

“And why didn’t ya leave her there?” Bo arched an eyebrow, getting frustrated already. He really didn’t know what he would do of a fucking baby in his house; he had had enough to deal with, for God’s sake!

“But we need to do somethin’ ‘bout her!” Lester replied.

“Yeah, right. ‘M sure Vinny’ll be happy to have a baby wax sculpture. Doesn’t happen often” Bo replied, cynical before shrugging.

He was about to get back to his car but Lester stopped him.

“Ya crazy!! She’s a baby! We can’t hurt her! We need to…”

“We need to what?” Bo asked, as he was now pissed off.

“Please, we need to take care of her” Lester pleaded and you looked up at Bo and made little soft noises as you tried to reach for Bo.

Bo grumbled and tried to stay strong, but gosh this girl was so cute.

“Bring her to Vince” Bo ordered and he turned his back to the two of you.

Lester quickly obeyed and he ran as fast as he could without hurting you, safely tucked in his arms. He went downstairs and called for Vincent who was quick to appear, wondering what was going on.

His eyes fell on the child and he gave the same disbelieving look as Bo to Lester.

“Please, found her in the pit. Bo ain’t wantin’ to keep her, but what can we do?” Lester said and Vincent stayed like that, without a reaction for quite a while.

He was quite lost. He knew everything about wax, a lot about art in general, but in taking care of a baby: nothing.

He remembered when Lester was a baby of course, but Trudy would have never let the twins around him, just in case.

“But we don’t know how to take care of a child… And it’s not a very suitable place for her… Maybe you can find somewhere else…” Vincent signed but his heart was aching.

The little girl reached for his hair and started to play with it, and Vincent knew he would never have the heart to let you go.

Jonesy woke up from her nap because of all the noises (she was in her bed next to Vincent’s desk). She sniffed and Lester knelt down for her to check on the baby.

Jonesy started to lick at you and Lester smiled brightly.

“See, even Jonesy thinks we need to keep her!”

And before they all knew, the three men and the dog were in the bathroom trying to clean up the little girl. Bo felt pure anger at all the bruises on your body; he couldn’t stand the sight of it. It was making him feel nauseous and it was giving him the urge to protect you.

You were now all giggling and cute and their hearts were warming at your sight.

But they needed to find you some proper food. Lester drove like a madman to the closest store while the twins were finding you clothes.

They found their old stuff and put it on you. It wasn’t the prettiest thing but it was doing the job. Bo was very careful, afraid to hurt you and Vincent was very precise in his movements.

They both tried to pretend you weren’t going to stay here, it was just because they needed some time to find you a better place.

But your smile was a true ray of sunshine in their lives and they were slowly falling in love with you… Their child.

Lester came back home with food and they all settled in the kitchen to feed you. Jonesy was at their feet to keep an eye on the mission.

Bo revealed himself to be quite a natural father. Probably because he was a family man who had always hoped to have children of his own. Of course he wasn’t sure he deserved that kind of happiness or that he would be good enough for them, but gosh he loved the feeling of having a cute little girl in his arms. It calmed him a lot and even made him smile, a real smile like it didn’t happen often.

Vincent and Lester exchanged a look and they knew life was going to be different around here from now on. Bo knew it too.

He was wrapped around your very little fingers, and was taking care of you almost all day.

Vincent loved to stay up with you all night until you would fall asleep. He would also take care of changing you and feeding you in the middle of the night. He was used to not sleeping a lot so at least he was doing something very useful. You were making him as happy as art and it was telling a lot.

Lester would go buy you anything you might need: food, suitable water, clothes, toys, plushies, more toys and more plushies, bed, baby camera, etc. He would also cuddle and play with you when Bo wouldn’t be able to keep you in the garage with him because of the heat or because of the tourists.

The three of them started to truly be fathers to their daughter and they were overprotective, overcaring and over worried for you.

Little Y/N has a cough? Oh gosh, we need to check what it is asap.

Baby Y/N is crying? Oh no, baby, don’t cry, papa is here nothing can happen to you, it was just a bad dream, I promise.

Cute angel Y/N doesn’t want to nap? Oh it’s fine darlin’, you’ll be loved on until you feel like resting.

This baby was the most loved daughter on Earth.

Those men knew what it was to have awful parents and they couldn’t even stand the idea of being like them.

Bo would never hurt you, in any way. Vincent would never make you feel bad about your body. Lester would never make you feel unloved or unwanted.

Of course the tourists would sometimes notice the presence of a baby and they would be quite confused by it. Bo or Lester would never answer their questions, because they were very protective of their daughter. They actually tried their best to keep you away from strangers.

But as you grew up, tourists could sometimes stumble on you.

Bo would have to explain that yes this is his daughter, and yes it’s also his brother’s daughter. And yes they are brothers and nothing else. And yes, they found her and adopted her. And yes they are very capable of taking care of her, thank you very much!!

Bo and Vincent killed a lot quicker and cleaner now they had a baby around.

And they were very careful to make sure you couldn’t understand they were actually bad people killing tourists.

Vincent would love to show you how to sculpt once you were grown up enough. He would spend so much time with you and carefully teach you. He was more than happy to know that the House of Wax would be taken care of once he would be too old to do it himself. Of course, you were still unaware it was real people at first.

Bo would teach you mechanical stuff too. No matter if you were interested or not he would force you to stay in his garage. At first it was just for you to give him tools, but soon enough he showed you real things and he would teach you how to drive too. You wouldn’t mind, always happy to spend time with him.

Lester would take you with him on little road trips before bringing you home for a family dinner. You would also prank the twins together!! Bo would be pissed and Vincent not impressed at all, but you were so cute for their own good.

As you grew up, you started to slowly notice that your life wasn’t like people in the series you watched on the TV.

And even if the brothers taught you how to read, write, maths, history, geography, and basically everything they knew, and even though they brought you manuals and made you study, you could tell that growing up in a ghost town was strange.

One night you sat them down at the kitchen table and you asked them what was going on, who you were, who they were and what was this place and where all the tourists go, and why you could recognise some of them in the House of Wax.

Father Bo, Dad Vincent and Papa Lester were quite taken aback and they were speechless for a little while.

It was obvious their little angel would, one day, understand something was wrong but they always hoped you would wait a little longer. They loved this stage of innocence you were in.

They finally, and very cautiously, explained to you they found you in the pit and decided to adopt you, but they were killers and the wax sculptures were actually the tourists you saw before.

Even though you loved them with everything you had, you ran into your room. It was a shock and you needed time.

Your parents were heartbroken.

They tried to coax you out of your room with your favourite food and when you finally decided to open the door, you asked them what you could do to help.

“Nothing” was their first answer, with wide worried eyes. They couldn’t even think of letting you, their perfect darling, participate in such awful business.

But you started to play around with the tourists now.

You liked to pop up out of nowhere calling Bo “Daddy” even though you usually never called him that.

The first time, it took him aback but he quickly regained his composure in front of the tourists and he had to introduce you to them. He couldn’t argue how easy it had been to kill that group because “if this man has a kid he loves that much, he can’t be a bad man”.

You also loved to tell your very sad story and you would talk about Bo and his brothers with so much love and gratefulness, no one could believe the Sinclairs were untrustworthy men.

Bo knew you wanted to help, but he didn’t like it.

His heart still warmed and melted each time he heard you talk that way about him and his brothers because he loved you more than anything in this fucking broken and pathetic world.

You were their everything.

But as more times passed, and more the way you called him “daddy” had the tourists arching an eyebrow. You were a young woman… and Bo was still good looking (for a not so old man).

Bo would see the way some of the men would watch you and Vincent could be certain he wouldn’t have enough pieces to make a wax sculpture out of them once Bo would be done.

There was no way anyone could touch you or even look at you the wrong way.

The day one of the victims grabbed you and tried to hold you hostage, it seemed like hell had arrived upon Ambrose because you never saw your parents so angry, full of rage and craziness.

Once Vincent was done with taking care of your little wounds, Bo gave you one big lecture of “ya stay out of the way when there’re tourists ‘round, idiot”. His lecture got a bit harsh and you started to cry and rushed into Lester’s arms for comfort.

Bo felt very bad about upsetting you that much but it was for your own good.

He tried his best to make it up to you though. (Lester and Vincent wouldn’t have let him live otherwise anyways).

But now you were an adult, you were helping Vincent with the sculptures. However, because you were his angel, he didn’t like when you took care of the still alive tourists or when you could still see the skin. So he always prepared the sculpture before letting you work on the wax.

You also helped with the cars and the garage, and you loved to cook as much as you could for your family; you needed to be useful to them. Bo was very proud of you.

You also continued to follow Lester outside to go to the stores with him or to clean up around Ambrose and the roads. He was glad you still enjoyed spending time with him.

You forced your parents to teach you how to use a knife to defend yourself, and a gun and your fists and legs. You had said it was just in case something happened to you, but it was because you wanted to be ready in case your parents would need your help with tourists.

And one day, before your parents could stop you, you actually became a killer.

A tourist had almost shot Bo down and you had grabbed the first knife you could to kill the man.

You were silent like Vincent, vicious like Bo and playful like Lester.

And even though your parents really didn’t like it, you truly were a Sinclair now and they could only be proud of you.

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cr0w-covered0n-m0ss · 3 months

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Look who's back, after who knows how Long, and ofc here we are with a writing. Once again, English isn't my first lenguaje so the probability there are errors in the writing is high, any criticism is appreciated

Sweet like her lips

I'm not someone that can be called fond of gourmet food, sure it's good and whatnot but it just wasn't part of my liking.

Aswell that I have never understood why people were willing to pay so much for something that might not even be of their taste, something new each week must be exhausting. But I guess everyone has their own special way of living.

Yet, lately it has become a habit of my boss to give me leftovers. The first time he did it, it turned out to be weird.

I thought he hated my guts after all but I think it was just the pressure I felt during my first days.

It's a demanding job after all, being the only waiter in a place that could be called “popular” and often looked at by critics, but I managed, and somehow I ended up liking the job.

I had planned to leave after a week, I just needed money to treat my…”girlfriend” to a dinner date and win her again but all my attempts went into the trash.

Not a single call answered, I wanted to try again but, even I know a limit to my actions.

So I stopped and decided to continue working there.

It had good pay and my boss seemed more…gleeful than before, at least less grumpy, which was a surprise, considering how on the edge he has been the last few days.

He also has become more insistent on me trying his food, see how it tastes.

So i did and, well, it was somewhat bland

A little too simple in my opinion, something that's clearly not made for someone else and while, it's…good, it wasn't something I was super excited about.

And I guess Vincent noted that he became quieter for a day or two before inviting me to go to his place for a piece of steak.

He assured me it was special and made specially for me, so my curiosity began to peak.

So, I went there and it was a nice place. I have seen it before but I never had the chance to actually take a good look at it. It was a good apartment, even if the design could have been better.

When I arrived at the kitchen it was rather dirty, something surprising considering how usually neat and tidy Vince is in the kitchen, but I attempted to not look too forward to it.

When I sat down and in front of me Vince placed a plate with a rather good looking steak, and well i took a bite. The meat was so soft it almost surprised me the way I could just slide the knife in. It had a sweet smell and well, the taste was sweet and savory, it had what I would call a perfect balance.

It reminded me of her, of her sweet voice and those lips of hers, lips that always had a hint of honey in them

That's when I saw Vincent smiling at me, he explained how the whole process was made and why it made the dish so special.

It certainly was tastier than anything I have eaten from him before.

It shouldn't have been, i shouldn't have trusted him, i should have left when i could, i should have seen something was wrong when she didn't respond. I felt sick

My stomach became a mess and I just couldn't hold it in anymore, so I puked whatever remains of Manon were left in my stomach.

I felt the stomach acid sting my nose and my tongue.

My stomach was growling, it was empty now after all.

That's why he was smiling so much at me, that's why it was specially for me and me only.

That's why he waited until my shift was over to invite me over his home

Making me feel safe, making me feel like I should trust him.

But he wasn't smart enough, it's far too obvious… Or maybe he was smart enough and he wanted to play with me.

Mess with me and torture me, why else would he keep her bloody clothes around? Why would he not keep his kitchen clean?

Why else would he make it clear what he has done?

I feel dirty.

I am dirty.

I deserve to die.

He deserves to die.

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baby-fics · 2 years

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🐻The Bear Necessities🐻

(@pillowcolorsstuff request: hello do you accept requests if yes could you make a vincent sinclair and lester sinclair babysitter while daddy bo takes care of some things and while they are taking care of her it comes time for her to take a nap in the afternoon but she is without her paci and without her little blanket and is crying because she is very tired but then they call daddy and he solved it by bringing her paci and her blanket (feel free to refuse this request))

(Authors note: Hey! Hope you like this! Also for the record, I did make the items bear themed purely for the title pun.)

[TW: kinda mean Bo but not really, mild swearing, mentions of victims]

Cg!Bo x little!Reader, ft! Cg!Lester and Cg!Vincent

The aftermath of today's "Tourist Visit" left a lot of pieces for the living residents of Ambrose to pick up.

A long "fight" with a rather destructive victim left the auto shop completely trashed, and had Bo groaning at the long day of cleanup ahead of him.

Knowing today's events must have left you pretty small, he asked Lester and Vincent for one or both of them to watch you and help you get to bed. The two were happy to help and they did.

You were played with some figurines that Vinny had made for you and watched cartoons on the house's TV. (They even let you stay up a little later than usual!)

Unfortunately naptime is where things went south here. They had you in your jammies and you're sippy ready with cold water.

The only thing left is to find your two most loved babie items, your blankie and paci! Ya know! The ones you literally can't sleep without! Only one problem. They were not in their usual place.

The mood in the room immediately switched as tears began to form in your eyes as you tugged on Vinny's sweater.

Placing his hand over yours and nodding towards Lester they started to look and the longer they did, the harder it was to keep your composure. I mean, you were already so small and tired!

The two items were nowhere to be seen, and even the two men began to get annoyed at the lack of results. This only served to make you cry harder thinking it was your fault for losing them..

Vincent held you as you clung to his sweater listening to his quiet shushing. Lester wracked his brain trying to think of any places the two comfort objects could be, and it hit him, Bo's truck.

Sighing Lester rung up Bo who, sounded out of breath and irritated, "I'm almost done here, the fuck you want?"

"Uhh.. The baby kit is missin and I got a feelin it's with you, d'ya mind checking in your truck for em?", Oh you're lucky he's infatuated with you, and that you're cute. If this were anyone else, Bo would have cussed them out and sent them running; but he'd do anything for you. Bo is completely wrapped around your finger and he knows it.

He looked on the passenger side of the truck and sure enough, on the ground was a bear printed blanket and a 'Winnie the Pooh' paci. Sighing in exasperation he looked around the shop and saw that the worst part of his job was over with anyway and might as well just finish up later and recoup with you.

He closed everything up, deciding to just fix up the odds and ends later. Starting up the truck he began the short journey back to his home.

As he walked up to his front door, he saw your lil head peeking out of the window. You'd clearly been crying and you looked as tired as he felt.

The moment he opened the door you wrapped yourself around him, barely even noticing the objects in his hands.

He scooped you up and thanked his brothers for their help as he headed to his room, arms full. "Dang darlin, it's like you don' even care about the damn paci!"

Bo knew that came out meaner than he meant it, damn today whooped his butt.. You didn't seem to hear it or care thankfully. You just shot your head up to see the pacifier in the hand that wasn't holding you.

Bo obliged and slipped it in your mouth as you two finally reached his room. He set you down on the bed and tucked you in, watching you rub your cheek against the soft fabric of your blankie.

Bo kissed your forehead, telling you he would be back shortly. Taking a much needed shower and changing to new clothes, Bo re-entered the bedroom where he saw you peacefully snoozing away.

Smiling, he slipped in behind you under the covers and surrounded you in his arms as he drifted off to sleep while you happily snuggled into his embrace.

#agere caregiver #little!reader #agere little #agere slasher #bo sinclair x little! reader

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disappointingyet · 2 years

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Beach Party

Director William Asher Stars Annette Funicello, Robert Cummings, Frankie Avalon, Dorothy Malone USA 1963 Language English, surfer 1hr 41mins Colour

It’s set on the beach and they have some parties

Back when I was about 10, I used to watch the Beach Party movies on TV. I hadn’t seen them since, and approached this with caution. Stuff that seems fun when you are a kid is not always what you dig when you’re older, after all. But (maybe because I had low expectations), I found Beach Party really enjoyable.

In case you don’t know, this is the first in a successful series made by American International Pictures, the amazing independent production company led by the brilliantly named Samuel Z Arkoff that was responsible for I Was A Teenage Werewolf and distributed the original The Little Shop Of Horrors as well as the Roger Corman/Vincent Price/Edgar Allen Poe films, and later made biker flicks and stuff like The Trip.*

The formula for the Beach Party movies? Pretty young folk in swimming trunks/bikinis (as appropriate), pop music and some fairly basic, often slapstick, humour. And that’s mostly it – but AIP knew how to make snappy, watchable trash.

The original has two intersecting main plots. The first involves Frankie (Frankie Avalon) and Dolores (Annette Funicello, the original former Mickey Mouse Club star to grow up and don a bikini) who arrive to spend the summer living on the beach. Frankie thinks they are going to be alone but Dolores – understanding what would be expected in that situation – has invited all their friends to crash with them. A blue-balled Frankie decides to get back at Dolores by flirting with other girls.

Meanwhile, eccentric anthropologist Professor RO Sutwell (Robert Cummings) is spying on the kids using advanced surveillance equipment and building up courage to actually make contact with his subjects. He’s assisted by Marianne (Dorothy Malone), whose crush on her boss is blithely ignored.

Days are spent on the beach, evenings often at a beatnik-vibed hang out called Big Daddy’s, where Dick Dale and The Del Tones, no less, are the house band. That’s also where the characters encounter a hapless (and rather aged) biker gang, who would also be regulars in the series.

So that’s about it, plotwise. It’s basically a collection of daft but often endearing set pieces, culminating a huge bar brawl + pie fight, and to me that’s all you can ask. The music runs from not great to pretty good. The surfing close-ups are laughably in-the-studio, and the stuff that is actually people in the water is unspectacular by later standards.

Although AIP were very much creating a teen-targeted product here, for this one, they balanced that with the two middle-aged stars. Bob Cummings was a familiar face to mainstream audiences, having had a couple of different eponymous sitcoms by this point. His rather random film career includes two Hitchcock films – Dial M For Murder (he’s the guy Grace Kelly is having the affair with) and Saboteur – plus the absolute batshit noir The Chase.

Dorothy Malone’s career highlights were also a long way from exploitation comedy – her final film was Basic Instinct and she was the second female lead (behind Lauren Bacall) in the Douglas Sirk classic Written On The Wind. But maybe her key contribution to cinema is the role simply billed as ‘Acme Bookstore Proprietress’ in The Big Sleep – when old-fashioned critics claim that movies were more sexually charged when filmmakers were not allowed to show anything but relied on talking and chemistry, this is what they mean.

As for Annette and Frankie, what never occurred to me before is this: surfing (and Californian beach culture in general) is so associated with ultra-blondeness, but AIP opted for this distinctly Italian-American pair. Sure, they were both already stars – not only was Avalon a regular on the pop charts, he’d appeared with John Wayne in The Alamo. But still, I think it’s interesting choice.

I’m not going to argue that Beach Party is anything other than cheap and cheerful. But I wasn’t bored for a second, and that’s not a small achievement. A surprisingly enduring pleasure. *The 1967 Peter Fonda and Bruce Dern LSD movie, not the Coogan/Brydon comedy.

#beach party

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artemispanthar · 3 years

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June 13th, 2010 - April 15th, 2021

Vincent passed away today (April 15th) after a rather roller coaster few months battling a mystery ailment (vet figured either splenic or bladder cancer). He was a brave, strong boy and rallied more times than the vet expected

Vincent was a fiercely protective dog who wouldn't stand for any strangers near his family and I will miss his barking whenever someone was at the door. He was also, despite his fierce persona, an absolute love bug who loved to cuddle, loved to be pet (even though he wouldnt was his tail much so you might not be able to tell, he'd whine whenever you stopped!), loved to be the center of attention. People who didn't know him thought he was a grump but if you took the time to know him you could see he was the sweetest, most loving of dogs.

He loved to sprawl out on the couch. He especially loved stealing your seat. He loved to play with his ball, which he's bounce on the ground and catch it back in his mouth, looking back at you for your reaction. He loved toys that squeaked. He LOVED food (if you weren't careful he'd snatch food off the counter - but never out of your hand!) He loved loved loved ice, so much he'd snatch his brother Leonard's if he was eating too slow.

I loved him so so much, I can't even articulate it. I hope he knew how loved he was. I hope he knew how much brighter my life was for having him in it.

#artie's personal life stuff #artie's dogs #vincent #death cw #he was my baby angel dog #my little grumpy old man #and he took a piece of my heart with him #shortly after he passed I was out with Leonard and this intense dust devil blew through the yard #it hovered around Leonard for a few seconds then shot down an alley hurling trash super high inti the sky #and I like to think of it like Vincent's spirit just saying goodbye to his brother and rocketing into the sky #he was such a spitfire that's totally how he'd go #I love you so much my baby and I'll miss you more than can be measured #I may post some more pics of him later #this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

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calibri-crossies · 2 years

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Call me when you need.

(Sinclair sister (adopted:)

Oh God, the day couldn't get any worse. You had finished your chores early, just not washing the dishes because the sink was a trouble. You talked to Bo about it, but he was too busy patching something in his damn truck to hear you. Imagining that you could talk to him about it later then you spent the rest of the afternoon at home taking care of your own hobbies and now you was reading in your bedroom. When you heard the heavy footsteps of the twins' boots come into the house, you could see they seemed to be arguing,again.Well, you could hear Bo yelling and complaining to Vincent about something, and you could also clearly hear the angry grunts of the twins. masked brother imagining that he probably waved his hands frantically to answer his brother.

Then you heard a last grunt from Vincent before he slammed the basement's door and locked it right in Bo's face. This was not good, Bo was pissed, and would probably take his anger out on the most vulnerable member there, that was, you, you already predicted that he would probably look at the sink and see the mess that was there, just one more reason to him yell in your ear all night long. Oh God, you liked Bo and Vincent a lot, but damn,everything had limits, and you didn't have the head to hear the older one yell at you while you tried to explain already hoping he wouldn't let you talk right while he spit more shit on you.

The worst days in Ambrose were when the siblings argued, as you felt smothered by the tension between these two, and you could find yourself in the twins' crossfire every time you tried to walk around the house or in the same spot where both of them had to be. You could already hear Bo screaming your name from downstairs, and your blood froze instantly, you also could already see his sadistic smile ready to stab you with words if he could.

You only salvation wasn't there in the house, Lester. He's been busy all week and was probably taking the weekend off to rest at his house right away from Ambrose's shit, but you still needed his help now, he knew what Bo was like.Rough with you when he couldn't take all his anger out on Vincent as the masked man decided to lock himself in the basement where he would be his only place of peace. You took out your cell phone and sent two messages to your contact who you affectionately called "🦝Racoon man🦝".

"Sorry to bother you now bro." You started. "The twins argued, what do I do now? To keep me alive?" By explaining the whole situation of the day you situated Lester on where your ass was.

The answer soon arrived, it was as if he was already waiting for you to send something. "Shit, kinda hard day, wait for me to get there, I'll get you."

"I think it's gonna be hard for me to be in one piece by then..." You answer a little warily when you hear Bo yell from the other side of the door you've locked.

"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR Y/N!!!" You continue with the message "Oh, I know, I'm going to jump out the window!!"

"Wait!! Y/n, don't do it, No!!" You didn't even see Lester's pleading messages as you opened the window. But before you jumped you left a message of your explanation for Bo in your bedroom notebook, you knew that eventually that door would open and you didn't want it to be there when that happened.

You tied your bed sheet to serve as a rope and then jumped out of your room, and luckily, or perhaps unlucky because of the stench, your fall was cushioned by the trash drum on that side of the house. You quickly got up and ran off already hearing Bo screaming and wondering what the fuck that noise had been.

"Haha, I just jumped out of the window!!" You again answered Lester, and only now realized that he had sent 50 messages asking for you and another 50 begging you to still be alive. You didn't know what you were most impressed with, the amount of messages, or the short time it took him to send them all. "Holy shit sweetie want me to have a heart attack?" He answered and you laughed, but I knew Bo was already behind you, so I didn't want to extend the conversation. "I'm fine, relax." You assure it. "Meet me at the pet store, if I tried to hide in the wax museum it would be too obvious." You send the message, and he replies right away. "I'm already on the road." He answers. "Stay alive!! And don't try to jump anywhere!!" You cover your mouth to keep from laughing. "Can't promise the first one." You add "I think you better stop texting, I don't want you to lose concentration on the road."

On the other cell, Lester smiles with his message of concern, you always advised him to pay more attention to traffic as this could cause accidents or pedestrians.

"Pff, Y/n, dealing with roadkill is my job!" He says fun, the time you two were heading into town to get supplies.

"Wouldn't be nice if you were part of the roadkill you know?" You say with an pouty face.

"Now please put that knife away and keep an eye on the track!!" You tell him after he shows you the new knife he got since the other knife's blade went dull.

"Sure ma'am." He says in a playful tone which only made you laugh and shake your head.

It's been a few minutes, and you saw both Bo and Vincent walk back and forth behind you. You saw them going back and forth in the wax house they seemed to have already looked for you in all the places you used to go to clean .You saw how united they looked again, it seemed like hunting your scared ass really motivated them to work as a team and act like good brothers.

You laughed, didn't know if it was the situation or if it was panic, and you prayed they didn't have the idea to investigate the pet store. When you saw them go somewhere else and walk away. one last look through the dark shop window to see where the brothers had gone, and, to your dismay, just as you got distracted looking for Lester's truck, one landed on the glass and made you flinch back.

You looked up, and saw Vincent staring at you, he emanated a menacing aura, you felt like one of his victims when you realized there was no way out. Oh God, what if you really were his next victim? You weren't a bloody Sinclair,was only "accepted" after being rescued by Lester who found you on the roadside badly hurt.

Vincent tapped his finger on the glass, like he was asking you to leave and he wouldn't hurt you, but no fucking way you would fall for it. You knew Vincent could be kind and gentle with you, but you also knew he was just as unpredictable and manipulative, if he wanted to, as Bo.Who guarantees that Bo himself wouldn't be around there just waiting for Vincent to get you to come out of your hiding place to give you to him?

You however soon saw lights from the headlights of Lester's old truck at the end of the street, and it seemed that all the air that was stuck in your throat came out and almost took your something out of your body. Once Lester parked and got out of the car he walked in front of the Pet Shop, he greeted his brother, and then called his name, saying that everything was fine. You got out and grabbed Lester's body and you didn't even notice when you got out so fast you were. He hugged you back and ran his hand through your hair calming you down saying it was okay and that no one would hurt you, not while he was with you.

"What the fuck is going on? Y/n! Where the fuck were you? Were you trying to get away??" Bo came up to yell at you and Lester, and you more scared now tightened your arms around the younger Sinclair. Bo realizes you were about to cry, so he softens his posture a little. Lester rubs your shoulders trying to comfort you as he looks angrily at his brothers.

"Get in the truck, I'll talk to them real quick." He talks low in your ear and you nods, then without even looking at the twins you get into the truck and keep your head down while he talks to his brothers.

You couldn't quite hear the argument that was mainly between Lester and Bo, but it looked like Lester had explained about the previous event, and was trying to solve this for you.Annoyed Bo seemed to have pointed to his escape attempt and how much it could compromise them. Lester snorts, and before he turns his heel towards the truck he says to his brothers loud and clear. "I won't let you take your anger out on each other on Y/n like she's a punching bag." He continues "If you guys don't know how to resolve youselves without having to put her in the middle of this madness then I'll take care of it and getting her out of here myself!!"He says seriously.

"Either you learn to settle down like two normal adults, or she'll move in with me!" He finished, his last sentence leaving Bo with a vein throbbing in his forehead as Vincent stared at his brother's truck where you were. The two of them could be very angry at both each other and themselves for feeling like two idiots who had been scolded by their younger brother. And they didn't want you to leave. They didn't want to admit it, but your presence somehow brought a lightness and joy to them that they didn't want to give you up. They've already become attached to you.

Lester opened the driver's door and got in. After starting the car he drove still directing his frown to his brothers. You felt a greater relief after that, after Lester was taking you out of town. You got used to living in Ambrose, but you had to admit it always gave you a sense of freedom every time you went out with Lester somewhere in another city.

A few minutes passed, the silence was comfortable, but Lester decided to break that as he hated to be silent for too long.

"It made me worried when you said jumped out of the window." He says. "Did you get hurt a lot?"

"Nah, the garbage broke my fall, I only took a light bump on my thigh when I fell, but it's nothing serious!!" You reaffirm.

"You can only be crazy." He says, laughing a little to relax.

"Hey, remember the broken fan belt song?" Your question makes Lester look at you with a puzzled face. "Uh...yeah? But what does it have to be–"

"Immmmmmm broken the femur! I broke the femur, immmmmmmmm broke the femur, the daammn femur broke!!" You sang it in rhythm to the broken fan belt song. Lester looked at you with wide eyes, and he couldn't resist it, you both burst out laughing.

"Wha'the hell Y/n??" He rubs his eyes from the tears of laughter, you rub the back of your neck awkwardly, but still laughing at your dumb version of a dumb song. The two of you continue your journey, with Lester singing with you his new version of the song, he had to admit, he liked your version better.

#slasher fandom #slashers #house of wax #the sinclair brothers #the sinclairs #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #sinclair sister au #scenario

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kipp-sinclair · 3 years

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What animals I think the slashers are!!!🐵🐔🐶🐷

Michael Myers-🐱

He's a cat. If he's in a good mood he might show a little affection but don't count on it. When he's in a bad mood he acts like a mad kitten around you. Even though he doesn't show it he loves you a lot and doesn't want to hurt you!

Jason Voorhees-🐺

This man is a wolf! He's going to protect you with his life! He's also very territorial. When you cuddle he's going to have a tight hold on you because he thinks no one can take you away if he does.

Thomas Hewitt-🐻

He's a bear! He's a big man and bears are big sooo. He is also very territorial when it comes to you. He'd rip anyone to pieces if they hurt you. (That includes Charlie/Hoyt) Just like Jason, when y'all cuddle he's going to have a tight hold on you.

Vincent Sinclair-🦉

He's an owl! He stays up all night working on he's projects. He also likes to watch he's victims before killing them! He's very quiet too.

Lester Sinclair-🦝

This man is a raccoon. He's going to go throw your trash! No one can't tell me that he didn't bring home a raccoon one time and kept it as a pet. (Until Bo let it go without telling him)

Brahms Heelshire-🐶

Brahms is a dog! He's very loyal but he's a clingy dog. This man whines at you when you try to leave. He also growls when you try to move when y'all are cuddling. Follows you everywhere! Will get very excited when you come back (if you even get to leave for a few hours). You will be smothered with kisses!

Billy Lenz-🐭

Obviously he's a rat! He'll steal your food and clothes! He has a nest in your attic! He randomly chews things too.

#michael myers x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #billy lenz x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #halloween #house of wax #the boy 2016 #texas chainsaw massacre #michael myers #brahms heelshire #billy lenz #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees #thomas hewitt

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the-slasher-files · 3 years

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Hello there! I’m back with another request. Can you write some headcanons of Michael, Jason, Bo and Bubba if their S/O was an artist? I’m an artist and I would love to see their reaction if I showed them one of my latest drawings.

Yay.. ok so I’ve got a few requests for this (from a shy s/o to a confident one) so I kind of mixed them together :) also btw I don’t write for Bubba but I will write for all the others, plus more! hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

SLASHERS WITH S/O THAT LOVES TO DRAW OR IS AN ARTIST

INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, BO, VINCENT, and CHROMESKULL

JASON VOORHEES

First of all living where you do at the cabin there is so much inspo from deer, to the lake, to changing of the seasons.. It is honestly the best place for an artist

Jason always noticed a black notebook lying around with pens and pencils on every other surface, and you were oddly protective of the book, so he left it alone respecting your boundaries

Sitting with him in the quiet cabin Jason loved the sounds of the pencils scratching along the paper, and he loved to watch the soothing motions of your wrist going to work

Slowly he will become more and more interested in what you're doing and he needs to see. Sneakily inching himself closer to you as you work away and stretching his neck as far as he can, catching a glimpse then feeling guilty

Jason wants to respect you so much but it kills him that you’re not showing him. So when you were in the shower he quickly ran to the book and gently ran his fingers over your work, amazed at how good everything was and how you brought the nature/animals to life in the book from around the camp

Flipping a page then he is met with sketches of himself, with the mask and without, his hands, some of his wounds with the bones sticking out... it was beautiful and he couldn’t look away until you walked into the room pushing him away from the book but seeing his expression made you melt, he loved it so much and slowly brought out confidence in you, making you show him your work all the time

A few times he had brought some art supplies home from a group of teens that came along

One day he came home to canvases all over the floor and red paint splattered all over your old t-shirt Jason freaked out thinking it was blood in the dim lighting, he stepped on your canvases with muddy boots and held you up making you yelp... “Baby it’s just paint”... well now he feels foolish and upset for stepping on your art

The next night he still felt bad but you showed him what you had created from “the incident”... Bright colours framed the bootprint and brought out the muddy tones, some of the canvases had pressed flowers along the details of the print and it was so beautiful Jason immediately hung them on the wall

Just an fyi he wants to always do crafts with you lol so make sure you help him

MICHAEL MYERS

Now this guy is pretty indifferent to everything but something about your art brings out a new side in him

You can say a lot of things about Michael but you cannot say he isn’t observant, he sees everything and knows everything

Like Jason he notices your many notebooks and various art supplies around the house, but he is far more intrusive than Jason and will rip the notebook from your hands holding your neck if you protest as he flips through it

Watching his face nothing changes, he just scans the pages then throws the notebook down walking away leaving into the night

The next morning notebook, paints, pens, brushes and other supplies litter the kitchen counter... wonder who got those???

Michael loves watching you work on your art, watching your facial expressions, the way the pens run along the paper and how the paint coats the canvases.. oop you just gave him an idea

One night he came home gruesomely cover in blood a little more than extra, and Michael moves above you and the art you are working on, whoops he is dripping blood on the canvas, then smearing it, then moving his knife along it using it as a brush, I guess

You yelled at him at first but watching how he seemed to enjoy the colours mixing together and the way the blood dried was sort of.. cute

You knew Michael had a funny and creative side just by the way he walked into the bedroom one night with a sheet over himself and sunglasses on, and the way he leaves marks on your body in a certain pattern or framing his favourite features of you. Michael’s art was his kill you realized

He really loves your pieces, even though he would never say so and Michael’s favourites were the sketches of himself you did and he would paint blood along them

You weren’t gonna lie it made the portraits more interesting and honestly beautiful, they quickly became your favourites as well

I’m sorry but my horny self just wants to see Michael in an all-black suit at an art gallery admiring the masked portrait of himself covered in blood... sorry but it’s hot lol

BO SINCLAIR

So Bo is not really observant so it might take him a while to notice the art supplies around the house but even then he thinks it’s just Vincent’s

You will probably have to do just do the art in front of him before he gets that its your art supplies.. man sucks lol

Bo really enjoys your company when he is in the shop, you just sitting there working away in your notebook and him under the hood of his truck

He doesn’t necessarily push to see what you’re drawing but Bo teases, the harder you hide it the harder he teases... “what ya got in there sex drawings?” “Fuck darlin’ let me be your model”

If you don’t want him to see what you’re doing never leave your notebook behind because the man is a snoop in every sense of the word

Bo 100% supports your art even though he isn’t very interested in it and doesn’t really get it, if it makes you happy he will steal supplies from his twin and if victims have notebooks or pens he will bring them to you immediately

On a day where you decided to spend the day at the shop, sitting on your chair sketching away while Bo was organizing his tools, he kept catching your glances and smirked “Baby, you need somethin?” he would ask smugly.

“Nope” a simple answer not stroking his ego “gonna grab a beer from downstairs you want one?” Bo nods as you make your way to the mini-fridge. Quickly the man strides over to the notebook, opening the page where you had placed your pencil. He knew it, sketches of himself, it makes his ego skyrocket.

“BO!!” pushing him away and he grabs the book holding it just out of your reach smirking “Momma always said I’d be a good model” “Don’t flatter yourself Sinclair, you’re the only man around for miles that doesn’t wear a mask or look like a trash man” you laughed as him smirk fell... run

He honestly loves your art even though Bo gives you a hard time... His favourite thing is falling asleep to the pencil sounds against the paper when you’re laying in bed together

VINCENT SINCLAIR

SAAAAAAME... lol

The man notices right away that he begins to lose his an unused notebook and some of his best art pencils

It made you very nervous to show Vincent what you sketched and painted since he was just so good at art in every way. It was unfair

His favorite thing to do with you is make little sculptures from wax or clay, he could tell you were very creative and good at what you made, and he would always be super supportive

Vincent’s praise and support made you more comfortable with doing your art around him and even showing him. The man loves it and loves all of it

Different from his brother, Vinny respects you a lot and is fine with not looking in your notebook until you’re ready to show him. He hates when people see his unfinished work and flip through his notebooks as well

The good thing about dating him is Vincent’s art stuff is now yours

Also he is a very good teacher, somehow though he cannot talk, Vinny never makes you feel bad about your art and if you need help he is more than happy to support

Art date nights!! Getting the idea from your phone, you lit all the candles and brought down all the paint you could along with the large unused canvases you had found. When Vincent strolls downstairs his eyes go wide, seeing you in just your bra and underwear “I’m ready for art class Vin” you giggle

When he finds your paintings or sketches of himself without his mask Vincent’s heart melts, finding someone like you to love him, let alone see his destroyed features as art kills him

CHROMESKULL

Jesse is a very watchful human, even when he isn’t at home the guy has cameras literally everywhere

When he was gone on a "business trip" you had all the free time in the world, plus you had picked up some new art supplies, so why not work a large piece when Jesse isn't around to distract you... When you had worked on for a few hours you got a text 'How's the painting coming along?' And that's when you realized cameras are everywhere!

If you are a shy person with your art he basically doesn’t allow you to be, he’s a pushy spoiled man but he is also very supportive and it makes you more confident in showing him

Jesse honestly loves art and has many expensive paintings in his large home, so when he sees your art you better believe he will have Preston frame the art and put it on the walls, with special art gallery lights really making it look perfect

If you need any and I mean any art supplies no matter how expensive Jesse supports it *hands you his gold credit card*

"Oh.. renovations? To the already perfect mansion?" "Yup.. it's your new art studio"

Art, wine and cheese nights... the perfect date

Feeling uninspired? alright time to change the scenery, let’s go to a tropical destination or a wintery cabin. The man wants to spoil you and put your passion at the top of his priority list, plus he just wants a vacation and see you in your swimwear

It doesn't matter if you're shy about your art or confident Jesse will say he is taking you to an event, get you all dolled up and take you to an art gallery event that is just your art... surprise! Dumb rich bastard loves your work and flaunts it to everyone he can

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carbonateddelusion · 2 years

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*pen emoji cause I'm too lazy to go look for it*

Jack

[cracks knuckles] so! gonna ramble about 80s Jack for a bit.

His fears over being like his father are still present, much like with the saner version of him, but he's learned to suppress them after many years of being distressed over it. It's not that he DOESN'T see the similarities, he is aware of them; he shoves those intrusive (albeit CORRECT) thoughts out of his mind as quickly as they come. He's 50 shades of delusional.

Edgar's learned to not ask about it- the punishment is not worth getting more insight in his mind. But he has some bits and pieces from Hannah, Maddison, Isaac, and Jack himself, enough to cobble together a fairly accurate, if nonspecific, idea of what Jack was like growing up.

Hannah's... given up on trying to salvage her little brother. She tried very hard to believe in him for a long while, but as soon as she accidentally saw the kind of things he's putting Eddie through, she knew that he's far, FAR too gone. Occasionally, she'll bring their father up to him. How he's just repeating his behaviors. How he's treating Edgar exactly how their mother was treated by their father. How he's even WORSE; as terrible as Vincent was, he never killed any of them, at least directly. The things she says throw him into a fury- he'll trash the place around him, scream, try desperately to reach out and harm Hannah, but when his hands slide through her ghastly form, it only enrages him more. ...And then he takes it out on Eddie even more. Or himself. I haven't asked Ben about it, but I think that's probably why she doesn't bring these things up all that often. Eddie's "dad", and as much as Hannah dislikes her little brother, he's still.. her little brother. She doesn't want to see him self harming.

Maddison, however? She doesn't care. She rails on and on and on about how shitty and abusive and VILE Jack's actions are. It gets a rise out of him pretty consistently. She thinks it's amusing to watch him break; Mads gets a sense of satisfaction from watching him hurt himself. He isn't her big brother. He never cared for her, never will, and whatever modicum of a loving man left in him is gone by now, at least in her mind. And if Edgar gets hurt, well, sometimes those things happen. She doesn't particularly care. But she will alert her sister or Leah so they can make sure he's okay.

I'm not sure if Jack actively knows what he's doing is wrong. I think, rationally, he knows it's all illegal, and that he's been told he shouldn't, but his selfish desires ALWAYS win out over that little voice in the back of his head. He has his moments where the gravity of all that he's done will hit him and he'll break down, but they're moments. Fleeting.

#oc ramblings #character ask meme #oc: jack #comrade gang #men liker tag #oc #my oc #self harm cw #self harm ment cw #abuse cw #abuse ment cw #domestic abuse cw #domestic abuse ment cw #partner abuse cw

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themonotonysyndrome · 3 years

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REDACTED verse - A special night

Prompt: Any Fandom | Any Characters/Pairings | Ordering a sweet treat to be delivered to the other person at home/work

Word Count: 2,136

Author/Team: LadyMonotone

Fandom/Original: Redacted ASMR (Gavin/Freelancer. Vincent Solaire/Lovely)

Rating: T

Triggers: NA

Summary: Having an Incubus boyfriend comes with many perks. The Freelancer and Lovely really should have seen it coming.

ConCrit: Y

Well, I guess this can be a sequel to my previous oneshot, REDACTED verse - Those that stood above the rest. I really wanted to write the Freelancer and Lovely interacting after their first, proper meeting so this oneshot suddenly comes to mind!

Exam week is the bane of every student, everywhere — even for the magical ones.

An uneasy atmosphere lingers around D.A.M.N as the current semester hurl the students into an intense week of revisions, study groups, and extra classes; all for the upcoming exams.

The seniors are frantically cramming for their final papers and projects under the watchful eyes of the lecturers. The Freelancer doesn't envy them one bit when they caught a Sonal Energetic screamed into his backpack for a solid ten minutes.

His scream shakes the student lounge, and the windows shattered.

Once he got that out of his system, he focused back towards his textbook, expressionless. The rest of the students around the Energetic hardly bat an eye over what just happened.

On that day, the Freelancer learned to avoid a large group of seniors until the exam week blows over.

"The tension alone in that lounge could make a Serenity Daemon hide underneath a bed." The Freelancer narrates their experience to Lovely. The two of them are currently having their own study session over at the Freelancer's apartment.

It's a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and yet here they are - flipping through textbooks, reviewing and swapping notes and downing cans of coffee and Red Bulls from as early as 9 AM. "Even the janitor wasn't fazed by it. He just snapped his fingers, and the windows were good as new!"

That night after their proper introduction, Lovely and the Freelancer had become quite good friends, much to Vincent's annoyance and Gavin's pleased smirk when the Freelancer told him that Lovely would be coming over for their study session.

"Aww, look you, Deviant. Arranging a little study date with that friend of yours," Gavin teased during breakfast this morning. They both woke up early to prepare meals that could last the Freelancer and Lovely throughout the whole day. When his Deviant absentmindedly replied, "Uh-huh" as they were busy chopping the vegetables, Gavin couldn't help but plant a fond kiss on top of their head. "Anyway, I'll be popping into Aria for a bit today. A few of my, ah, older brothers and sisters called for a meeting. Can I trust that you two won't be having too much fun without me?"

The Freelancer stopped chopping to gave their boyfriend a deadpan stare. "Gavin, we'll be studying." They explained. "Our first paper is literally next week. So I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but there won't be any fucking happening." They then stop themselves. They suddenly recalled something. "I don't want to be on that Solaire Prince's hit list too."

Gavin just cooed at their disgruntled partner, as if the genuine possibility that the both of them being shred to pieces by Lovely's possessive boyfriend amused him.

Nonetheless, Gavin pulled his weight to ensure there was enough food and comfortable pillows and blankets in their shared apartment so that his Deviant and the Electro Energetic would be comfortable for their revisions.

An hour before Lovely arrived, Gavin kissed the Freelancer goodbye and Rifted into his home dimension.��

And now we're back in the present.

"I think those students around that guy were his classmates," Lovely commented. They take a quick sip of the lemonade that Gavin prepared to refresh their parched throat. Even in a simple pair of slacks, baggy t-shit, and hair pulled up in a bun, they still look as breathtaking as ever. "They reacted as if it was like a regular Tuesday for them. It's so crazy to think that we'll be seniors like them soon."

The Freelancer pours more lemonade into their glass from the pitcher beside them. Their books, notebooks and snacks are spread all over the dining table. A large and fluffy pillow is propped behind the Freelancer so they can lean back on their chair comfortably. "Urgh, mood. I can already imagine the coursework we'll be forced to do in our final semester." They groan. Their brain is fried from all the information and notes they've been reviewing since this morning. On top of that, the thought that they will be getting even more work once they hit their senior year is starting to freak them out.

Seeing the Freelancer is having an internal crisis, Lovely quickly glance at the time on their phone and decides, "OK, I think we seriously need a break. You look like you're going to pull a stunt similar to that Sonal Energetic, and I don't think your boyfriend appreciates coming back to a half-destroyed apartment."

"Gavin can fix the apartment with his magic, don't worry." The Freelancer is quick to assure Lovely. "He did that after he and Vega trashed the place anyway."

"Uh, what? Who's Vega?"

The Freelancer snapped their attention back to Lovely once they realised the name that they accidentally dropped. "N-Nothing! I didn't s-say anything!" They laugh awkwardly, doing their best to brush off Lovely's concerned expression. "Anyway, break! Yeah! That's a good idea! Are you hungry? We can watch something on Youtube and eat in the living room. You're OK with that?"

Lovely gingerly nods; it's best not to comment or ask about this Vega person since the name alone made their friend jumpy. They push their chair back, stretch their stiff spine, and get up to help set the plates and cutleries while the Freelancer heats the lunch they made in the morning.

They then move to the living room with a tray of food and drinks, where the couch and coffee table are surrounded by pillows and blankets thrown around messily.

"You play video games, right?" The Freelancer asked after Lovely settle down on the couch with a blanket over their lap. "Do you want to watch a playthrough or something?"

"Sure! Do you and Gavin play video games too?"

"Gavin does, though he usually only plays those dating sim games for girls. It's a guilty pleasure of his."

"Oh, Otome Games? My respect for your boyfriend just levelled up. Has he ever played Hatoful Boyfriend?"

"Uh... I don't remember he ever mentioned that title. What is it about?"

"We're watching a playthrough of that game. Right now. You can watch it with me, but you can't tell Gavin anything, OK? I promise you're going to love his reactions."

Lovely's eyes light up with glee and grin widely as the Freelancer switch on the Smart TV. When thumbnails of pigeons with pink hearts in the background pop up on the screen, they immediately throw an incredulous look at the Energetic.

"That top playlist is good to watch. Come on, sit beside me." Lovely pats on the empty spot on the couch beside them, unperturbed at the look the Freelancer is giving them. "I think you're going to like Okosan."

The Freelancer press play on the first video and kick back on the couch with the Energetic. What's better than having a break after a long study session? Hanging out with a friend with some good food while watching a crazy romance video game about pigeons!

However, when the fourth video starts to play, the doorbell rings.

"Uh... are you expecting someone?" Lovely asks curiously; their head is tilting towards the door. Their plate of eggplant pasta and buttered abalones are polished on their lap. The Freelancer internally preened when they enthusiastically complimented on theirs and Gavin's cooking skills.

Anyway, the Freelancer moves their empty tray onto the coffee table and flip over the blanket to get up. "Not really. Gavin said he'll be coming back home at night." They explain and went towards the door when the doorbell ring once more.

A delivery man greets the Freelancer with a stoic face, an armful of flower bouquet, and a thick, rectangular item wrapped in hot red packaging.

"I, uh, think you got the wrong address?" They said, confused to hell and back.

The delivery man blinks, unfaze at the Freelancer's greeting. "Good afternoon. Delivery for..." He pauses to read the card attached to the bouquet. "Deviant? We received a request from Gavin to arrange a flower bouquet and some... special chocolates. He also left a message for you: My Deviant has been working so hard lately~ So I got you something to... help you relax. PS: give some of the special chocolates to that gorgeous friend of yours and their boyfriend."

The Freelancer could only gape when the delivery man finished reciting Gavin's message. From the living room, Lovely is also doing an excellent mimicking of a goldfish. Their stunned expression made the man sigh tiredly. "Look, I'm not going to judge your... bedroom activities. Just take the packages already. I still have more stops to deliver."

"O-Oh my god! I'm really, really sorry about my boyfriend!" The Freelancer finally snaps out of it and stammers an apology. Their face is bright red. They hurriedly accept the flowers and package, shoot a quick thank you and slams the door shut.

Lovely watches as the Freelancer stares into the bouquet with a mixed feeling, something between fondness and extreme embarrassment, before they scream into the large sunflowers.

They patiently wait for the Freelancer to get it out of their system before Lovely delicately asks, "So, uh, does Gavin do these sort of things often?"

"No. This is the first time ever." The Freelancer replies. Their voice is muffled because the flowers are still pressed onto their face. "That's what I get for dating an Incubus, I supposed..."

"Aww, don't be embarrassed, dude! I think it's super sweet how much Gavin loves you. Flowers and chocolates? Boy got some serious game; might even give Vincent a run for his money, and you should've seen how we first met."

The Freelancer peeks through the petals and is relieved to find that Lovely wasn't put off by Gavin's forward nature. In fact, they are very accepting of the Freelancer and Gavin's relationship.

Feeling the warmth on their cheeks slowly disappearing, the Freelancer made their way back to the couch. The rectangular package is tossed onto the couch, and the bouquet is on the coffee table. The Freelancer figured they could put the fresh flowers in a water-filled vase later.

"The guy said that Gavin sent you some chocolates?" Lovely reiterate as the Freelancer began to untie the ribbon and unwraps the box.

"Special chocolates, and knowing Gavin, I kinda have an idea of what kind of chocolates they are." They admit and make quick work of tearing the paper wrappings.

Apparently, Gavin ordered two types of chocolates for his Deviant. One box holds a fancy gourmet assortment of salted almonds dipped in rich Belgium chocolate, double chocolate raspberry truffles, vanilla pieces powdered with light matcha and some white praliné hearts.

Lovely whistle, impressed over the spread. "Your boyfriend really went all out for you!"

The box below it contains rows of heart-shaped chocolates, but the short message written on the card of said box proves it's anything but ordinary treats.

'These are homemade chocolates made by one of my close associates. She's a Succubus, by the way, and renowned for her aphrodisiac desserts. You can try some first if your Energetic friend doesn't mind being a voyeur.'

The Freelancer promptly throws away the card and cues them, and Lovely shrieking in embarrassment. Neither of them expects the second batch of chocolates.

"These are sexy chocolates? Like, legit aphrodisiac chocolates made with magic!? Oh my god, I didn't know they were a thing!"

"I didn't either! I was expecting sex toys below the chocolates!"

"Wait - didn't Gavin wants to give these to Vincent and me!? Dude, does he has a thing for Vincent? Because at this point, I should tell you: he noticed that Gavin was purposely riling us up when they first met, and he's been thinking that your boyfriend is out to get him. But, uh, not in the sexy way, but I'm thinking otherwise now. And if that's the case, then you can warn that Incubus to be ready and catch these hands."

The Freelancer groans and hides their face in their hands. "OK, you know what? I'm going to put the special chocolates in the fridge, and then we'll continue watching a few more videos from the playthrough and get back to studying."

"... You're in denial."

"I'm just trying to keep whatever sanity I have left. It's been a crazy year."

"Urgh, tell me about it."

That night, at Lovely's and Vincent's apartment:

"Vincent, baby? I'm back. Look what I got!"

"Welcome home, Lovely. Dinner's ready if you're hungry. Hmm? What's that?"

"It's homemade aphrodisiac chocolates made by a Succubus. Gavin and the Freelancer gave some to us."

"...I'm gonna punch that Incubus in his smug ass face."

"...Does that mean you don't want them in the bedroom tonight?"

"OK, I'll punch him tomorrow. C'mere, Lovely. I've missed you."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

#redacted asmr #fanfic #they/them pronouns #gender neutral s/o #freelancer (listener)#lovely (listener)#gavin #vincent solaire

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stuckasmain · 3 years

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House of wax 2005 review

Fucking wild man.

“It’s 2:30 we’re gonna be late” well.... maybe if your ‘pulling over to rest’ was actually going to fucking sleep you wouldn’t be in this mess. Instead ohhhhh nooo lets be 2000s party people and party for 3 fucking hours. No shit it’s 2:30 and you get stuck in traffic! Also. Not to mention the fact, they were going- with FULL CAMPING GEAR and AND didn’t even have tickets! They were that prepared for a game that they weren’t even guaranteed to be able to watch. God!

Literally all of the charecters but the brothers i DESPISED, except for Nick. Nick you as good.

“Let’s literally break into six different places and be extremely judgmental to small town people/hillbillies” the movie

Like honestly they were ASKING to be killed just asking for it. Honestly hated that Carley lived she was kinda insufferable, was hoping for Nick to be a final guy. However I guess it’s duality. Two twins die, two twins live and then they pull the opposite of what you’d think. The ‘bad twin’s are the good ones. Vincent and Nick? Love you babies.

Lester is there for maybe 6 minutes total and those 6 minutes are the best in the whole film. They are. Sunshine, sure he’s a little creepy but I kinda hated how they treated him like a killer? Your in the country get used to some weird people like- this is America people really like weapons - your from fucking Florida and his knife is weird?

The music is NOT what I would have chose for the film, it really really does not go with the movie. Good head bang type stuff but it really did not fit?

The gore in this movie is fucking god tier? Like they didn’t have to go as hard as they did. I love the just, excess of blood in some parts. Like when wades leg is cut it sounds like someone popped a water balloon lmaoo. Also I love the effect with his face, where it droops and your peeling off skin? Amazing. Also how the head blinks after being decapitated (Rip Nick’s boyfriend I never learned your name sorry dude )

Can I talk about Lester again real quick? He is deadass basically just the hitchhiker (aka Nubbins Sawyer) and I love him for that. Basically leads them where they’re gonna go (Nubbins making the mark on the van, Lester leading them to Ambrose) idk idk I have a thing for rat men.

Over all it’s both Slasher teen trash and a actually intriguing movie?! Like... I hate all the young adults (look me in the eye and tell me they’re supposed to be teens) but love the slasher family and want to know more about them? The town too their story is infinitely more interesting , we get brief flashes but not much else. Again, a lot like the Sawyer family! Interesting history you kinda have to piece together yourself. However we got Leatherface in 2017 which gives a bit more? Like when they first started doing the whole killing thing. Bubba/Jed is still my absolute babe. Ehjsdjksksm off topic(I keep comparing the two movies as they are very similar in a small regard)

Solid 7/10

#house of wax 2005 #house of wax #lester sinclair #the sinclair brothers #the sawyer family #bubba sawyer #jedidiah sawyer #the texas chainsaw massacre #leatherface 2017 #og Texas chainsaw

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rowan-underthehouse · 3 years

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Shot Glasses and Shadows

Pairing: Castiel/ Dean Winchester

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 2,011

Warnings: slight self-harm, mention of blood

Additional Tags: hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, Abandon All Hope Coda, Mentioned Jo Harvelle, grief/ mourning

Summary: Dean struggles with the aftermath of Abandon All Hope. Castiel is there to help.

Read it on Ao3 here

It’s the moments between hunts where Dean starts to lose his balance. When there’s no monster to fight, and the adrenaline pounding through his limbs fades away.

There are things he can do to stop it. He can make dinner runs while he tries to list the name of every song he’s ever put on a mixtape, or blast the radio until the speakers crackle, or sprint until his lungs burn. As long as he keeps moving he can fight it off. But as flames lick the glossy edges of the closest thing to a send-off they can give Jo and Ellen, all Dean can do is root his feet to the ground and watch.

He doesn't walk away from the fire until the photograph is reduced to ash. The crumbling of Jo’s gentle features is almost beautiful here. He wonders if Jo could feel the flames in her last moments. If she still believed her death meant something. If it felt beautiful.

“I’m going to clean up.”

“Dean you don’t-” Sam follows his gaze to the cluster of shot glasses still spread across the table, not finding the right words until his brother is already gone. Sam knows better than to follow.

It shouldn’t take him more than fifteen minutes to finish the kitchen, but Dean’s limbs are heavy with guilt and the half bottle of whiskey he’s already downed. He’d expected it to feel different to be back here. Everything warm and homey and right should have burned up with Ellen and Jo, but Bobby’s kitchen somehow missed the memo. This is still the same place they’d laughed and drank and squeezed out smiles around the dread no amount of alcohol could quite wash away just the night before. It’s Dean who’s out of place. He shouldn’t be here, surrounded by a past already so long gone it aches. It’s going to collapse in on him at any second.

The first shot glass that shatters against the hardwood floor is an honest-to-god accident. Dean lets the second roll out of the crook of his elbow, watching with the closest thing to satisfaction he can muster as broken glass dusts his boots. The third, he smashes into the worn countertop. He feels the blood pooling under his palm before he registers the glass wedged there. It brings a sick, bubbling laugh to the back of his throat.

He’s watching the blood run along the edge of a fourth glass, rolling it over in his palm when a hand appears on his shoulder.

“Dean,” The unmistakable crunching of dress shoes on glass pulls Dean back to reality. “You’re injured.”

Dean tosses the shot glass in his hands into the sink, almost disappointed when it doesn’t shatter. He shrugs Castiel’s hand off his shoulder, doing his damn best to ignore how cold he feels at the tiny loss of contact. Cas has that effect on people. That warm sort of feeling that starts deep in your chest and spreads to your fingertips until it feels like everything might be alright. Sam feels it too, Dean’s sure, but it doesn’t seem to be burning him up from the inside the way it does Dean. The relief he feels when Cas grabs his shoulder again is humiliating. He wipes it clean off his face before Cas can turn him around.

“You’re bleeding, Dean,” there’s more force to it this time. Dean stares expectantly, waiting for the feeling of grace stitching the fibres of his hand together, but nothing comes. Cas’s eyes fall to the floor. “I’m...going to get the first-aid kit.”

“So, what? Not going to mojo me back together? Cas, is there something you want to tell me?” He squares his shoulders, taking a step toward Cas. Of course something’s wrong. Not even an angel of the lord could get that close to Lucifer and come out unscathed.

“Because if something happened, something that we should know about, you better spit it out before it gets someone killed,” Dean closes the distance between him and Cas, staring down with what he hopes reads as more malice than concern and waits. Cas should be snapping back at him or threatening to throw him back to hell or something but he’s just standing there, gaze cast at the floor.

“It’s not important. It won’t affect my ability to help in your fight against the devil,” Dean turns away with a scoff just loud enough for Cas to hear. Somewhere deep beneath two hours worth of whiskey he knows he’s trying to start a fight, but he doesn’t care.

Even turned away, Dean can feel Cas’ gaze burning into his back. “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to do something useful?” He nods in the direction of the library where every piece of lore they could find is still strewn out on the desk. The words taste bitter on Dean’s tongue, but if it gets Cas to do something, anything, other than stand there and stare straight into Dean’s soul (Maybe literally. Dean hopes not) it will be worth it.

Dean doesn’t turn around until the footsteps have faded from the kitchen. He drops the remaining shot glasses into the sink and kicks Jo’s chair in as an afterthought on his way out the door.

Sam and Bobby are nowhere to be seen, no doubt already tucked away in their respective rooms trying to figure out how to get through the night. Dean doesn't bother asking how they got Bobby up to his old room now that the sofa has been temporarily dragged back to its place in the library. He suspects Cas had something to do with it.

The fire is little more than embers when Cas comes back around the corner, battered first-aid kit in hand. Dean’s stomach churns. He should apologize.

“Throw another log on.”

Again, Castiel fixes him with that stupid, sympathetic, stare and does as he’s asked.

“You’re grieving.”

Dean almost laughs. “Really, Cas? I hadn’t noticed.”

“You shouldn’t try to stop it. It won’t help,” Cas settles on the sofa and unpacks the kit, examining the contents carefully while he lays them out on the end table.

That old rage bubbles up in Dean's chest again. “So what am I supposed to do, huh? Just sit here and moan about it in the middle of the friggin’ apocalypse? We have work to do, Cas. Stow the Vincent Grey crap.”

“Give me your hand.”

He thinks about arguing. About trying again to stir up some kind of fight just to feel something other than hollow for a few seconds. Angry is easier. Safer. But then, this is Cas. He knows every atom of Dean’s body and can recite his earliest memories like the goddamn pledge of allegiance. There’s no point hiding. He lets some of the tension holding up his body seep back into the floor.

Cas is more gentle than Dean can handle. All calloused hands and careful touches that are anything but clinical. Letting him in is frighteningly easy. It’ll be letting him go when he finally realizes the Winchesters and all their problems aren't worth the effort that will be like pulling stitches.

“They trusted me,” It’s barely a whisper, but Dean’s throat closes around the words. “They trusted me, and I led them to their deaths.”

“You did the best you could. They knew the risks,” There’s a strain in Cas’ voice Dean has never heard before.

Dean’s eyes are burning. He can’t bring himself to meet Cas’ gaze until a thumb swipes across his cheek, brushing away the tears there. For once he finds himself thanking god in all his infinite absence that Cas doesn’t realize the intimacy of the gesture “You did the right thing, Dean. You tried.”

There’s a weight to his words that Dean can’t quite pin down, the teary smile plastered on his face making Dean want to either wrap his arms around Cas or make a break for it. He shoots for somewhere near a more reasonable middle.

“Are you uh…” Dean is struck very suddenly by just how bad he is at this, But he has to try. It’s Cas. “Are you holding out okay?”

“Human grief is different. It’s...heavier”

If tearing down heaven brick by brick could pull that weight off Cas, Dean would do it in a second. It terrifies him how far he’s willing to go.

“Yeah.”

The mess of bandages Cas eventually manages to secure around Dean’s hand isn’t pretty, but it’s a relief. He tosses the bloody glass in a trash bin and dries his now clean hands on an embroidered dish towel that may have been colourful twenty years ago. “I’ll leave you to rest.”

He’s halfway to the door by the time Dean swallows his pride enough to say something. “Cas, wait. Have you - eaten anything? It’s been a long day.”

“I don’t eat.”

Dean spends the longest ten seconds of silence in his life wondering if he could bore a hole through the floor with his eyes to crawl into. This may be the dumbest excuse he’s ever come up with, which is not an easy title to win.

“Are you asking me to stay?”

Maybe it’s the whiskey clouding his mind or the idea of spending the rest of the night drinking his way through whatever’s left of his liver alone that finally snaps a cord in Dean. He sinks back into the couch, exhaustion taking over.

“Please.”

With a creak of old springs and cushions creasing just enough for Dean to slide, Cas is back on the couch, a good few inches closer than the last time. Of course, it doesn't mean anything. Cas is an angel. He can’t understand the way the closeness makes Dean’s heart leap out of his chest. But the way he presses his shoulder against Dean’s is distinctly and undeniably human. He doesn’t want to be alone either.

The next few hours drift by in near silence, broken only by offers of whiskey and the occasional non-committal remark. When Dean’s eyes slip closed, his head lolling against Cas’ shoulder, Cas doesn’t try to wake him.

Once Dean does finally open his eyes, it’s with a pounding headache, and his face pressed against the rough fabric of Cas’ shirt. Through the fog of sleep Dean slowly becomes aware of his limbs tangled with Cas’ where they’ve sprawled across the sofa. He’s a split second away from launching himself onto the floor when he registers Cas’ hand resting loosely against Dean’s back. The slow tide of his breathing. He can’t be asleep but Dean’s never seen him this relaxed. His hair is a disaster where it’s rubbed against the arm of the sofa and his coat is more on the floor than his body. He must be meditating or praying or whatever the hell angels do to recharge their heavenly batteries. It would be rude to interrupt him, Dean reasons, and he’ll be awake again within a few hours. There’s still plenty of time before sunrise. A few hours can’t hurt. In the moment before he’s pulled back to a dreamless sleep, Dean swears he catches the shadow of wings cast against the wall, curled around his body.

…

It’s not unusual for Sam to be awake before his brother. He rolls out of bed some time after sunrise, stumbling toward the kitchen before he’s even finished rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He very nearly walks past the tangle of limbs on the couch before Bobby rolls into the room, gesturing for him to stay quiet.

“They haven’t moved since Cas brought me back down here. Let them rest. They need it.”

And they do.

When Dean finally stumbles into the kitchen, Cas having disappeared mere seconds before he woke up, Sam doesn’t say a word about it, just smiles into his coffee mug. It’s good to see someone keeping Dean steady for once, and if Dean isn't ready to admit it yet, that’s a problem for another day.

#supernatural #deancas #destiel #my writing #supernatural fic #destiel fic #deancas fic #spn #spn fic

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