#House of wax x gn!reader

[not-neverland06]

hello, I was wondering if you could do a female reader x Vincent Sinclair. Where the reader is very needy. Like she constantly just wants to be around him. They don't have to be talking just being around him is fine. If you don't write for house of wax that's fine. If you do this thank you. Have a good day!

Thank you for the request, I hope you like it. As I’m posting this I realized I kind of made the reader gender neutral because I never actually used pronouns. 🤍 gn!reader

You’re overwhelming, to say the least.

And that’s being kind. 

Vincent was his mother’s favorite, but even she had to cover his face. She might have favored him over Bo, but she didn’t love him, not the way a mother should. 

At least, that’s what you told him. 

Vincent was never sure if he should believe you or not. Bo had instilled in him that their mother was a saint. It was hard to lose that idealized image of her and replace it with the one you presented. But with the way you clung to him, hovered around him without a word, he started to wonder if maybe you had a point. 

Growing up, he wasn’t allowed to take the mask off. If he had to eat, his parent’s didn’t watch. He didn't know if it’s because he was so grotesque to them or because they couldn’t stand to see their failure. His mother was an artist, his father a doctor, yet somehow, they had created him. Formed him into this ugly and deformed creature. 

He struggled to reconcile with the fact that, maybe, someone truly could love him. He struggled with coming to terms that someone as kind as you, could love him. Most days he didn’t believe you. He would watch you carefully while you sat by his side. 

He waited for the inevitable, a look of disgust, a flinch when he came near. It never happened. He figured you were biding your time, sweetening him up and getting him to trust you before you made your escape. It wouldn’t be the first time one of the victims had done that to him. 

He almost wished he was right, that you were just a liar. He waited for you to slip up so he’d have a reason to keep you here forever in Ambrose. But you never did. Each day, you grew bolder, your presence nearly suffocated him. 

You don’t always touch him, you rarely ever talk. Your days are simply spent lingering around him, watching him work or reading while he sculpts. It’s odd, going from so many years on his own in his workshop to suddenly having a constant presence. 

He wonders why you don’t just go with Bo. He was the more handsome twin, more charming and funny. He could talk, he could walk around without a mask and be comfortable with himself. There was a clear language barrier between you and Vincent. 

His sign language was choppy at best because he’d had to learn it on his own. Bo and Lester learned some for him, but the family was pretty against it. You struggled to decipher his odd language but you still tried. He didn’t understand the effort. There was a “better” brother to choose from and, still, you stuck with him. 

Just as he looks over at you, you move from your spot by his desk. His fingers loosen around the tools in his hand while he watches you. You stretch, back bowing and a low groan leaving you as you finally move for the first time all day. You shoot him a smile before heading up the stairs out of his workshop. 

He stills and listens to the way your footsteps echo across the floorboards above him. You’re in the living room, you give a muffled greeting to Jonesy before heading towards the kitchen. His hands fidget restlessly with his tools but he can’t bring himself to get back to work. 

He hates when you go upstairs without him. He’s worried that one day he’ll hear the door open and close and he won't be able to get upstairs in time to get you back. He worries that he’ll hear Bo and you together upstairs, either in a fight or doing something worse. 

But you always come back. You’re never away from him for longer than you need to be. Your footsteps rush back towards the stairs and he feels some of the tension leave him. 

When you come back downstairs, a plate of food for you both, he pulls your chair closer to him. A silent invitation to stay close, one you eagerly accept. You sit beside him, leaning over his shoulder, and admire the sketches splayed out across his desk. 

You reach out, before he can stop you, and tug at the corner of one, pulling it out from under the others. Your eyes rove over the drawing of yourself, one of you sleeping on the couch he now keeps down here for you. You smile and glance up at him. When you lean forward and press a kiss against his masked cheek he wonders if maybe he needs you around just as much as you need him. 

end. — I do not own the characters or the movie House of Wax, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[jayviksbf]

"Force you to Sleep."

you cannot tell me that this man is not a cuddler. my first time writing for the slasher fandom so please be nice to me.

reader has trouble sleeping. bo is annoyed at their absence and comes to bring them back to bed. kind of comfort for disassociation? if that's not an accurate term I apologize. reader is gender neutral.

The alarm clock read 2:47AM as you rolled over onto your side, the red glow of the numbers displayed just softly enough to not bother your eyes. You couldn't sleep again, and had gotten tired of trying to sleep, and staring off into the darkness. Rinse and repeat. You had to get up. Trying your best not to wake Bo as you slipped out of bed, you silently cursed the both of you for being so damn clingy at night. Somehow you managed to wiggle out of his grasp without disturbing his sleep. Making your way down the stairs, every creak in the steps sounded x10 louder than it really was in the dead silence of the house. Part of you wondered if you should have just stayed in bed even longer, waiting out whatever was keeping you from sleep until you eventually knocked out. 'Too late now', you thought.

As you stood in the kitchen, listening to the sounds of the crickets and other nocturnal creatures, and staring off out the window, you felt... uneasy. Ambrose always unsettled you at night. Sure, it was weird enough during the day, but it was your home now. It felt safe, especially with the boys walking around all the time. Not at night, though. Something felt different as you stared out the window at the empty, dark streets, the empty yards and houses. It felt like the town was staring back at you.

Bo had noticed your absence rather quickly after you'd gotten out of bed. At first he figured you were probably going to the bathroom or something. He didn't bother moving, and went back to sleep. That was, until you didn't come back. He couldn't stay asleep for long without you anymore. The feeling of the empty space in the bed beside him pulled him back to consciousness once again, and he found himself frustrated. What the hell were you doing? Why hadn't you made your way back upstairs, and into his grasp again yet? Whatever it was about that town, had captivated you so completely you hadn't even noticed as he made his way down the creaky stairs and sauntered sleepily up behind you.

This wasn't the first time he had found you like this. It had become a recurring thing these past couple weeks, and he'd never say it aloud, but he was concerned. He'd come down, and usually find you staring off out the window just like you were now, or mindlessly scrolling through TV channels without even paying attention to what was on the screen. It'd take him a minute to get your attention, coaxing you out of whatever state you were in during those moments. Slowly, and as gently as he could, he reached out and placed a hand on your waist. "(Y/N)."

Bo's voice was quiet, just above a whisper as he coaxed you out of your trance like he always did. He wrapped an arm around you, and turned you to face him. You didn't break your gaze from the window until he gently grasped your chin, tilting your head to look at him instead. "Sweetheart. What're you doin' down here, hm?" Your gaze finally met his, and he gave you a tired smile. "There ya' are. What's goin' on?" You wrapped your arms around his torso, slowly coming back to it as you focused on the soft sound of his voice.

"Couldn't sleep. Sorry..." Was all the explanation you could manage in the moment, and he nodded, bringing you against his chest. His arms wrapped around you securely. "At's alright. Don't need to apologize to me." He brought a hand up to stroke your hair. "Come back to bed, hm? S'Lonely without you up there." He wasn't really asking you to come back to bed. More like telling you, but y'know... nicely. "Need to stop leavin' me at night." His tone was comforting, but you were aware enough now to know he was being serious. Bo didn't like waking up to an empty bed in the middle of the night. It sent his paranoia through the roof, thinking maybe you'd ran off or worse, something had happened to you.

As you attempted to further ground yourself, taking in the feeling of his skin against yours, the smell of him as he held you securely against his frame, you felt yourself be lifted off your feet. One arm hooked itself under your knees, the other holding you securely around your torso. "C'mon. Let's get you some sleep, hm?" Bo kissed the top of your head, and carried you up the stairs. Gently, he set you in the bed, chuckling softly as you nestled yourself comfortably in the blankets. He slipped into bed next to you, his arms wrapping around you to pull you tight against his chest. His head rested in the crook of your neck, nestled against you. Bo knew you were probably out already, muttering to himself as he drifted off.

"Next time I'll force ya' to sleep if I have to."

[small-sinclair]

Just making my mind go brrrrr—

Bo Sinclair x Reader

Tw: mentions his scars

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Bo hangs his hat and took off his boots when he came home. The rain never stopped and won’t stop until morning or the next night. When it gets like this, his scars start to burn and itch. All day he felt like he was in his father’s old office chair. He wanted the pain to go and leave him be but it kept biting him like a dog.

The den lights and the kitchen lights were off, bottom half of his home without light, except for the dim lights leading up the stairs. He sluggishly goes up the steps as he unbuttons his shirt. All he wants is to slip into bed and forget the cravings on his wrists. The ache in his hands and the bones that bend and stretch rubbed under his skin unforgettably.

His shirt hung opened when he came into your shared room, turning the hall lights off before he entered, but he stopped and stared.

You were sleeping with a book opened on your chest, Jonesy at your feet. The dog’s head lifts sleepily at him before lying back down to sleep again. You looked like a princess from some fairy tale as you slept in one of his old shirts. Bo couldn’t help but smirk and grin to himself as he undressed and joined your side. He takes the book off your chest, makes the page with the bird bookmark, and blew the candle out. As he rested on his side facing you, you rolled into his arms and rested in his chest.

The pain in his body and the burning sensation from his wrists went away and numbed when you sleepily kissed his lips, saying, “I love you, Bo. Night.”

He remembered when his aching arms are for. He remembered why he loved this part of the day. Bo loves this simpleness, and it was the closest thing he had to feel normal. He kisses your hair, your forehead, then your lips. He could marvel and bask in your light. Bo brushed your hair back and held you a bit closer than he would any other night. He didn’t want the nightmares to get you. He didn’t want the ghosts of his parents to find you. He didn’t want you to wake up with matching scars over your soft skin.

He closed his eyes and allowed sleep to take over. He dreamt of you, him, in a forest dancing in the rain.

What a blissful dream, sweet muse, he thought to himself. What a wonderful dream…

[sethcertified]

Can you write Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz, the Sinclair Brothers, and RZ Michael Myers hearing their s/o refer to something they don't like as "icky-yucky" for the first time? It's a little weird but I say it a lot and I wanna know how they'd react. Thank you!

「 ICKY-YUCKY ! 」 . . . 📂

slashers: various

w.c: 1.14k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . how slashers react when their s/o says “icky-yucky”

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . thomas hewitt, billy lenz, vincent sinclair, bo sinclair, rz michael myers & gn reader

⤷ thomas hewitt

• You know I’m gonna have to bring it up: cannibalism

• Regardless of how you and Thomas met, you’re obviously gonna know that the meat isn’t always.. trustworthy

• He’ll definitely be confused on why you’re apprehensive to eat the plate of food in front of you he just set down

• He’s grown up with it, you know? Plus, it tastes fine to him

• But he’s not gonna force you to eat anything you don’t want to

• Lunda will just buy you other foods with the money they took from you when they took your things

• And I can guarantee that some of the food is definitely out of date and tastes absolutely disgusting

• For example, It’s a hot summer day in the Texas heat, (absolutely unbearable btw coming from a texan) and you and Thomas are out, working.

• Thomas can see the sweat sweeping through your shirt and dripping off your skin, so he decided to get you a fresh cup of lemonade.

• Unfortunately, the lemonade was out of date..

• When Thomas hands you the cup you thank him gratefully and lift the cup to your lips

• The sour taste makes your nose scrunch and the now thick consistency slimes its way down your throat as you swallow it down.

• “Icky-yucky,” you mumble.

• Thomas hears this and tilts his head slightly. Did you not like it? He grabs the cup out of your hand, rushes back to the kitchen, and gets you something else.

• He never wants to disappoint or hurt you

• He threw out the lemonade jug out IMMEDIATELY after getting you something else to drink

• Never want to hear the words “Icky-yucky” from you again (lightheartedly!!) he always wants the best for you

⤷ billy lenz

• We all know Billy has an insane dirty mouth

• And some of the things he says are.. gross

• It was just another day of doing nothing

• You were just lounging on the couch, bored out of your mind with a book in hand

• And you would be lying if you weren’t waiting for the phone to ring

• It had become your duty to answer it as you were the most un-phased by “the moaner”

• And now it excited you, for it was your own form of entertainment

• The phone rings to your delight and you hurry to pick it up

• “Hi Billy”

• “Pretty piggy!”

• His little giggles escape the phone

• “What, what.. is p-piggy doing!?”

• “Reading, what is Billy doing?”

• The most mischievous giggles flood your hearing, “You!”

• You sigh although you have a huge, cheesy smile on your face, “Now that was just.. the opposite of smooth! It was.. uh, icky-yucky!”

• He whines as he repeats the word, almost tasting it. “Icky.. yucky..”

• He starts to repeat it over and over and over before he pauses and his heavy breathing floods your hearing

• And then he speaks

• “I-is Billy icky-yucky?”

• His tone isn’t sad, you can hear the smile on his face

• It’s just harmless teasing, you know?

• You readjust the phone with the smile before responding

• “Yeah but I like icky-yucky”

⤷ vincent sinclair

• Vincent is dedicated to his art

• That’s obvious

• So he’s in the studio a lot

• Making all types of things out a wax

• Cough cough, humans

• So as Vincent’s partner, you’re gonna be in the studio a lot too

• And I can guarantee that there’s a few safety hazards down there

• And you’re at some point going to burn yourself

• Vincent is at his desk, while you’re fiddling around the room, bored out of your mind

• Your fingers grace the walls and the candles mindlessly

• Because of your lack of attention, you fail to see the lit flame above the candle right in front of you

• So as your finger drags across the candles, right into the flame..

• You burn yourself.

• “Ouch!” you yell as you scamper away from the flame

• The burn has started to inflame the tip of your finger as you winced

• Vincent rushed over to you the moment he heard you yell

• His large hands cupped your wrist as he examined the burn

• It wasn’t bad, but you’re probably gonna want to put it in cold water and wrap it up

• But that doesn’t stop Vincent from worrying about you

• You can feel his worry, but you just smile at him and brush a lock of his long, dark hair back. “I’m fine, my finger just feels icky-yucky”

• Vincent tilts his head at the wording but his worry had faded

• He holds your wrist and takes you upstairs to treat your small burn

• He’s an extremely doting and caring boyfriend

• I love Vincent sm

⤷ bo sinclair

• Louisiana is hot

• Pretty obvious fact

• Another obvious fact?

• Bo Sinclair is hot

• I had to, I’m sorry

• Although in the movie, it was Lester who had dealt with the animal remains rather than Bo, I think eventually as Bo’s partner ur gonna have to deal with more than one dead animal rotting away in the Louisiana heat

• You’re in Bo’s truck, driving around to cure your boredom

• Cause being completely honest, things get boring quick in an abandoned town after awhile

• And you spot a dead raccoon on the side of the road

• At the sight, Bo’s parks his truck and looks at it

• He picks the animal by its tail and starts bringing it to your window

• “Isn’t it cute?” He teases with a strong southern drawl

• “No! What’s wrong with you!?”

• “He wants to be your friend, [Name]”

• “Bo, stop! That thing is icky-yucky! Go throw it off the road.”

• He grins cheekily at you before he chucks it off

• As he hops back into the driver’s seat, he turns to you with a smirk

• “It wanted to be your friend..”

• “I will literally kill you.”

⤷ rz michael myers

• It’s a known fact Michael is a murder

• It’s also a known fact that’s he extremely dangerous and threatening

• Are these very good reasons you shouldn’t date him? Yes

• Do you listen to common sense? No!

• That being said, he would never hurt you

• You’re one of the VERY FEW ppl he likes

• But that doesn’t stop him from hurting others

• You hadn’t seen Michael is a bit and it was starting to get dark which made you worry

• You’re at your dining table, working on some paper mache (an interest you wanted to take part in to relate to Michael more)

• When the man himself waltz in through the front door

• His clothes are covered in dried blood

• You can not only see it but also smell it

• “Mickey, no offense, but can you PLEASE change? That blood is just icky-yucky.”

• He stares at you for a bit before going to your room and changing

• Michael likes your honesty a lot

• Plus the fact you were not scared by the blood, but rather disgusted?

• for lifers with this beautiful man

✎ notes . . . I’m so sorry this took me so long 😭

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©️ sethcertified 2023

[gigglinggoddess]

What kind of beauty do the Sinclair brothers like? GN READER.

This a headcanon, not meant to insult or make anyone insecure! Everyone is beautiful in their own way!

I'm so sorry if the writing is terrible, on mobile AND WRITERS BLOCK!!

Vincent Sinclair

Classic beauty.

- Growing up, Vincent loved movies. He was starstruck by the people on the television.

-He used to draw old movie stars, and his fashion taste for his wax figures is old-timey. (If he chooses to dress them)

- He loves plaid dresses and dress shirts. He loves slicked-back hair and big curls (either natural or from hair rollers.)

- If he had a S/O that had a classic beauty, a timeless thing, he’d used them as a muse for everything. (Regardless, he'd use his S/O as a muse no matter what.)

- He loves radio voices, smooth-sounding voices, and sweet. He’d adore a S/O with a voice like that and would want to lay his head on their lap as they talked.

Bo Sinclair

Modern Beauty.

- This man loves SLUTS!!!(jk) He is a traditional man, but when he sees victims wearing skimpy stuff and modern fashion, he's lovin’ it.

-He likes the breath of youthfulness, which makes it more interesting for him.

-Loves tight clothing, dyed hair, and all that. He's intrigued by it; it's unique to him even though, in the real world, it's normal.

-Will watch you do your makeup, in confusion.

-He likes modern people, because he's not and he (secretly) wishes he was.

Lester Sinclair

Natural beauty.

-This man loves the forest, he loves nature a lot. So when he looks at you, raw beauty, it reminds him on nature.

-He would never want you to wear makeup; he thinks you're so beautiful how you are (he would still shower you with compliments if you put it on, though.)

-Loves flaws: wonky teeth? Loves them. Spilt ends? Loves them. Acne? Loves it. Scars? Loves them. STRECH MARKS?? IS OBSESSED!! You'll never have to be embarrassed about your body, face, or any of it with him because he wants you just how you are.

-He knows he ain't the best-looking so it truly shocked him when someone like you, naturally perfect (to him), loves him! He also knows you appreciate his natural beauty too, or so he hopes.

-Will compare you to plants and animals, in A LOVING WAY!!!

☆

A/N: Lester, my love. If anyone has any fanfics of Lester, I am begging, SEND THEM MY WAY PLEASE!!

Anyway, please tell me what you think. I KNOW THE WRITING IS BAD; I write fanfics much better ong. Which is your favorite Sinclair brother? I'm a huge Lester fan (obviously); he's my husband.

[skylarsblue]

⛤Bo Sinclair ~ Fluff Alphabet⛤

Content: Gender Neutral Reader, the occasional mention of past abuse, mentions of his temper. Note: This is very old, in fact, I forgot it existed. But I re-read it, and it still held up well enough for me. Given my silence as of recent, I figured I should post...something. Divider By @v6que

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?) Bo’s a bit superficial, admittedly. It’s not something he can really deny, nor does he try to. He’ll readily admit to a few past flings that were insufferable, but pretty. It’s not hard for him to be lured in by plush curves and some simple sweet talking. Deep down, he’s a lonely man with a hard time finding connection. I will say he’s a bit of a chubby chaser, for one. It’s not required but he certainly likes his plushness. In general though, though he’s got vanity, he’s not picky. Pretty is pretty, there are many kinds. Be it a nice ass, a doe eyed gaze, or an alluring voice. 

What’s harder to understand is what he looks for in personality. Again, he won’t be actively looking for a deep, intimate connection on an emotional level. It sort’ve just…happens. He’s not sure how and he probably tries to resist it. But this is where it stops being about what he wants and more so what he needs. He needs someone with a lot of patience, some sternness, and the ability to read between lines. He’s not good at expressing how he really feels, sometimes he doesn’t even know what he’s feeling, so he doesn’t know what he should do about his emotions. That’s where you need to be able to notice and take action for him, even if he bitches about it.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) Bit of a 50/50 here. He’s never thought too hard about it, because he didn’t see a need to. He never planned on getting tied down in any form, and he definitely doesn’t see himself as the fathering type. But, while he’s unaware of it, he has a soft spot for kids somewhere in that hardened shell. Bo just doesn’t know it’s there. Be it of his own blood or a bundle of joy left on his doorstep in a woven basket. At first, he’s terrified. He leaves, he isolates, he panics. But it doesn’t take much more than an innocent giggle and a wide eyed gawk to get him softening. Somewhere in his ribs there’s a child aching for the care he and his brothers never got. He can’t get a do over, but he can prevent it from happening again. He raised his brothers, he loves them beyond words. Being in charge of a baby was basically what he was when Lester was born. Even if it scares him to death, he could be convinced. 

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?) Bo will swear up and down he’s no cuddler, and he’s an absolute fucking liar. It’s just hard for him to find a cuddling position that doesn’t feel too restrictive, which is why he thinks he’s not into it. But he’s starved for gentle contact, and he enjoys the rare feeling of safe peace. During the day, you’re only likely to get subtler stuff. Getting to sit across his lap, letting you mess with his hands, hug his arm, etc. 

But at night, no matter how far away on the bed he starts, he ends up in your vicinity. One of his favorite positions, aside from classing spooning, is when he gets to lay on top of you. Between your legs with his head on your sternum, listening to your heart. It’s one of the few times he lets himself stop being on edge, to fully relax. Bonus if you run your nails along his back and shoulders. Hum a lullaby if you feel like it. Best sleep he’ll ever get.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?) He doesn’t really take you on dates. Not that he doesn’t like them or anything, he just doesn’t often have the time or energy to take you places. Especially if it’s early on. He’s got trust issues, for the first few years he’s worried you’ll run. But that doesn’t mean it never happens, unlike the case with most slashers, he has the means, money, and the lack of a wanted poster on a bulletin somewhere.

He probably won’t go for anything fancy, it’s not his style and it makes him uncomfortable. He’s a vain humble man, an oxymoron. The town outside of Ambrose has its local diner, its little shops, a bar. These are the typical places he’ll take you. If it’s an anniversary and you show you want something more conventionally romantic, he’ll take you to Baton Rouge or a picnic, depends on your preference.

E = Everything (You are my___ (e.g. my life, my world)

   “My do-over.”

It sounds insulting at first, but that’s not how he means it. Bo has been in a routine his entire life, and every stage, every routine, has always been with big negatives. As a child; he’d act out because of the treatment his parents gave, they’d “discipline” him, he’d do it over again. As a teen; he’d get into trouble, weasel his way out of it, do it over again. 

But what he’s never gotten is an actual restart on life. He’s never gotten to, in his soul, start over. He’s always been carrying all his bad decisions and pain with him. So, when you show up, and give him a break in the pattern, it gives him the ability to get a do-over. Nothing will change on the outside, not immediately anyway. However, on the inside, he feels different. You make him feel like a different man even if his behavior hasn’t changed. 

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?) It’s hard to say. He knows his attraction to you is deeper than normal, but the concept of love scares him. It’s a bit too new, a bit too vulnerable. Still, he can’t help but enjoy it. It’s slow to set in, slow to be put in place. He’ll rarely, rarely, say it, and when it finally hits him that his feelings for you aren’t going away, it scares him away. But he comes back. It’ll at least take two years to properly be set, but you’ll see the signs near the end of year one. If you’re observant, that is.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?) Bo is all sharp metal and stinging cuts. He’s never been treated gently and his hands show it, both in scars and in his grip. It’s not that he really means to be rough with you, not in a way that’s unenjoyable anyway. You’re obviously in a very different situation than anyone else, so while he knows how much pressure to apply to your throat, or the crease of where your thigh meets your hip, his gentleness is unpracticed. It’s shaky and uncertain. His gentleness comes from inside, allowing you to see him more as himself than the mask he puts on for strangers, or the hardass he pretends to be for the sake of his emotional safety.

It’s in long glances with admiration behind the pupils. In the slope of his shoulders as they come at ease beside you. The hand he rests possessively on your lower back when you’re in the kitchen. It’s in the moments you catch him at his weakest and he doesn’t run away, but to you instead.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?) Bo’s not much of the hand holding type. He prefers his hand in your back pocket, around your waist, or you hugging his arm. Still though, every now and then it’s that little bit of contact he needs, without being too much. Usually when driving. He’ll lock your fingers together, feel the skin of your palm press against his. Especially if your hands run cold, he’ll always make a comment about it, blow hot air on the back of it in order to warm your hand up.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?) The same as everyone else, really. Likely finding you attractive, another pretty face he’ll have to shoot at. His opinion only changes when he sees how you behave, how the others around you treat you, how you treat him as a stranger. It’ll start to shift. He’s met nice people before, even let a few go because of their situation. Like a single mother looking for gas or a young teen boy on the run from his parents. 

He could justify why he’d let you live, what he doesn’t understand is why he can’t let you go either. Not just because you could tell the cops. But something deeper in him aches at the thought, that long loneliness that he’s been denying for so long.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?) He absolutely is a jealous man. As confident as he can be, he hates gawking eyes running over you. He’s possessive, and while you’re not an object, he does feel like he owns you in a certain way. You can have your free will, but he’s stamped his name on your heart, and he intends to put his initials everywhere he can reach. He won’t show it all the time, it’ll start subtly. Cracking his jaw, a glare, a little less southern kindness in his act. 

God forbid someone come onto you though. It’s not jealousy then, he’s enraged at the audacity. He’s a murderer, one with little to no morals and a severe lack of empathy. But he draws the line at you. Doesn’t matter if he’d a hypocrite, if he had behaved in a similar flirtatious way with taken individuals before you. With you, no one gets any leeway. 

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?) 50/50 based on time, but most likely him. If your timeline includes heavy resistance on your part, he’ll initiate it. It won’t be sweet, it’ll be a move for power, even if he’s gentle. If your timeline includes you being more willing, and open, then it’ll likely be you. This way, you can make it sweet. Convey the kindness you have to him again in unspoken words, allow him to melt against you for once. It’ll be the only kiss he actually remembers. 

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?) Definitely you, and he won’t believe you at first. No matter when you first say it, or how, he’s taken aback. He thinks you’re exaggerating or you’re outright lying. Aside from brotherly love, no one has ever loved him. Not earnestly, not honestly. They may love what he can do, what he can provide, his face. But he knows at the core of his soul, he’s rotten and covered in razor wire. He understands no one wants to hold something that hurts them. But yet here you are, cradling his heart covered in razor blades, letting your blood fall down the arms he leaves kisses on in the dark, when he thinks you’re asleep. 

He’ll say it back after you’ve shown him you mean it. You haven’t walked away, you haven’t hated him, you haven’t dumbed him down to the untalented version of his twin. You’ve stayed, and you’ve cared. He says it softly, almost uncertain if the words can leave his throat. But he means it. 

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?) Coming home to you after a long day and seeing you seem like you’re enjoying yourself. Like you’ve settled into the home, like you’re no longer a prisoner and instead a member of the family. Lester & Vincent were in the same room, chatting, though Vincent silently, and laughing with you. At ease around you like he was, you at ease with them in return. With a warm meal on the stove and a pleasantness in the air. He can see you at your brightest. He swears that day you made the world slow when you looked at him, smiling, beckoning him in on the conversation.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?) Usually he does so on dates. Though dates are sparse, you never come home without him spending at least 200$, half of which went to you specifically. Does he bring you a gift home every day? No. But he knows when you deserve a spoiling, and he follows through consistently. He also struggles saying no to things you want, within reason. Suddenly, 200$ seems like a small price in comparison to your joy. Don’t think you get away without a little comment though.

“You’re a real spoiled brat, ya know that? Better thank me, at least”

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?) Bo’s not one for caring about colors. He knows his favorites are black and denim blue, but that’s about it. Still, the colors that seem to invoke emotion in him, that bring you up in his mind? The colors of the sunset. Pinks blending into purples, and eventually a deep blue. It brings him a sense of peace, and it reminds him that it's the end of the day, so he can come home to you. Listen to you rattle off about something, or sit in silence with the aura you bring into the room. Especially when the dipping sun hits your face just right. Every time it happens, it makes his breath catch in his lungs. And every time he wonders how someone so awful as him got someone so celestial as you.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?) He’s a Southern man, he’s got a surplus to pull from. A classic “sweetheart”, “hun”, and “baby” are frequent. Sometimes he throws in a “sweet thing”, or thang, if we include the accent. Darling missing the ‘G’ and sugar make an appearance now and then. But he’s also likely to give you at least one fond nickname based on something you two have discussed. 

“Anyone ever tell ya you look like a lil rabbit? Cute lil’ bunny, eh? Oh don’t get shy on me now, you had all that talk a second ago!”

As for ones he enjoys, he prefers them simple, nothing that’s over the top. “Love” & “babe” work best most of the time, but he’s got a soft spot for being called “sugar”. One that he pretends to hate but he adores? “Lover boy.” Call him that, trust me.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?) Bo isn’t really for new things anyway, aside from maybe TVs. Even his cars he prefers are old. He’s a pretty firm believer in the “quality back then was better” idea. Still, his heart always goes back to old cars, trucks specifically. He’s a simple man, he wants a simple truck that’ll do its job and last him years. He’ll never understand the hype behind sleek sports cars and shiny leather interiors. 

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?) Rain doesn’t do much for him. Unless it’s a heavy storm, he’s gonna do what he needs to do, albeit in a slightly calmer mood. He finds rain calming, even if he’s not super fond of the mess of mud Jonesy tracks in the house. Storms however, especially heavy ones, worry him. It's not that he’s afraid of lightning, and they’re far enough from the water to not have much worry of any flooding. It’s because Lester hates thunder. On these days, he tries to make an excuse to go see his baby brother. When you catch on, don’t comment, but encourage. Lester always appreciates it and it helps you see Bo’s softer side to being a big brother.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?) Bo’s self destructive, we know this. He doesn’t cope well and he doesn’t like people giving him advice on how to handle his emotions, even if he needs it desperately. On a rough day, he smokes more, he might crack open a beer, but worst of all? He hides, metaphorically. He gets loud, he snaps, he hurts the feelings of people around him because he’s upset. And apologizing isn’t his forte. The longer he’s with you, the calmer he gets, and the more likely he is to direct his anger out, but not at you and his brothers. Coax him into a rant, while he goes on about his gripes, do small things to make him comfortable. Slip a drink in his hand, sneakily place an ice pack on his sore bruises, gently play with the hair near the nape of his neck. By the end of it all, he’ll be tuckered out. Ready for a little couch nap and maybe some lovin’, if you’re alright with him laying on your lap, that is.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?) Bo’s actually the quiet type. Unless he’s angry, he doesn’t say much unprompted. He can carry a conversation though, and he has his subjects that he’ll gush about, you just have to bring it out of him. Aside from rants on cars and some random history facts from his phase as a teenager, he likes to talk about what you bring up. If you’re the talkative type, he enjoys the long conversations with all the topics you seem to pull from thin air. Lighthearted debates and such. But if you’re also the quiet type, he’s more than happy with silent company. He doesn’t need words to be entertained.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?) His hobby of fixing up cars, a cigarette, the occasional beer at dinner time. Laying on you at bed time seems to work really well, he goes as limp as a corpse, almost like his limbs are weighted by how relaxed he gets. Petting Jonesy helps, but he only does that if no one’s looking. He had other things that worked, up until someone ruined it for him.

Piano, poetry, and photography were all things he used when he was younger to ease himself. Each time though, criticism and comparison to Vincent killed his passion for it. He could pick these things up again though, should he have someone the encourage him

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?) He’s cocky, let’s be honest. He likes to show off his looks, since it's one of the few things he’s always had over his brothers, according to others. He doesn’t flaunt things like his truck or the rings he wears, although he takes pride in his appearance. Best bet he’s proud of having you beside him though. He brags a lot. To the point that the people at the bar he visits are sick of you before they even meet you. “I dunno why the bartender don’t like ya, hun. Just don’t worry bout it, she just don’t know you like I do.”

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?) He takes you out to a picnic on the back of his truck, sent a rare prayer to the lord that the weather will match his plan. You’ll probably notice how stiff he is, the tenseness in his muscles is impressive. He’ll drive you two out to a little pasture out of Ambrose, a patch of land surrounded by trees, likely near a large pond or lake. He made sure to do it in Spring, having convinced himself that doing it on the same day he got that first dream would give him better luck. 

He sits with you and slowly relaxes as you coax him out of his shell once more. Like you did all those years ago. Showing what all that barbed wire around his insides is hiding. He’ll get to reminiscing, ensuring to make you laugh. When he stops talking, it worries you. He’s just as worried. He had a speech rehearsed, he forgets it all the second his fingers touch the velvet box in his pocket. Still, Bo will manage to stutter out some paraphrased lines, keeping his gaze down. His confidence is gone, and he feels like he’s five again, begging for the approval he feels he doesn’t deserve.

But then you say yes, you say it with enthusiasm and raw emotion. Suddenly the world has air again and he can bring himself to smile, allowing you a glimpse at his soul when he gets the ring on your hand. The ceremony won’t be anything but a church service in the next town over, in his tux, you in whatever you chose. Only his brothers and Jonesy will be there, but it doesn’t matter to him. As sappy as he feels, it doesn’t feel like a bad thing.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?) ⛤Middle Finger - Bohnes ⛤Cowboy Casanova - Carrie Underwood ⛤Wrecking Ball - Mother Mother

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?) Bo has never seen himself as the type to get married. He’s never considered it really, not until you come along. For a long time, he still doesn’t think about it, until a dream hits him out of nowhere in the Spring and it tips the first domino. Whether his brain put you in a tux or white lace, it doesn’t matter, his heart palpitates all the same. It scares him. So, while the thought is now there, it still takes years for him to actually consider doing it. When he sucks it up and buys a ring, it takes him another five months to actually plan and go through with it.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?) He’s not much of an animal person. Jonesy was found by Lester, and Vincent was the one that convinced Bo to let her stay. He still swears he doesn’t like the dog, but he’s brutally beaten a man to death with his bare hands for kicking her. Simply put, if he had to pick, he’d be a dog person. Pitbulls specifically.

[bones4thecats]

2023 Thanksgiving Special; Slashers

A/N: Finally done with the 2023 Thanksgiving Specials!! Phew, my hands were starting to cramp writing these! I hope you all enjoy the four-parter that is this Thanksgiving! Have a great Thanksgiving!!

Spending Thanksgiving With Them

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🕯️ Vincent was always nervous when it came to the holidays

🕯️ The Sinclair brothers never really spent a true holiday together ever since returning to Ambrose years ago

🕯️ They’ve tried, but their work has always got in the way

🕯️ Vincent was the one who had cooked most of it, but Bo and Lester would hunt it all, rarely did they ever have to buy a lot of stuff, since they prepared ahead of time

���️ With your help, he made dinner a lot faster, and with you distracting him from the darker side of everything, Vincent valued you being there more and more

🕯️ He sat next to you and barely took of his mask normally, but you convinced him to take it off fully

🕯️ After cleaning, you and Vincent laid in bed and rested together, and every year after that, he’d look forward to Thanksgiving, and every holiday before and after

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🧱 This wall boy never really knew a good Thanksgiving ever since he was basically seven years old

🧱 So, when he had smelled the turkey and foods you were making in the kitchen, he was hit with a wave of nostalgia

🧱 He came out of the walls and looked over your shoulder in curiosity

🧱 Brahms watched you smile and lay a hand on his, which was holding the edge of the countertop

🧱 You asked him what he needed, and it launched from him following you around to him fully helping you cook

🧱 He never really cooked growing up, as he normally just ate the stuff his past babysitters and parents left him, or rather, his doll-self

🧱 Brahms found his love for cooking with you at that moment

🧱 He loved the turkey you both made

🧱 And he fell asleep just a half-hour later, you trapped in his arms

🧱 You better make sure you didn’t leave anything running, because you’re not coming out of there unless its a real emergency

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💝 This poor little guy didn’t know what was going on

💝 He watched you start cooking and tried climbing your legs to sit on your shoulder

💝 You just picked him up and sat him there as he made grabby hands to the pot which you were cooking with

💝 Gizmo listened to your explanation as to what Thanksgiving was and the food you were making was

💝 He’s so clueless about it it’s adorable af

💝 You better make sure he doesn’t sneak any pumpkin pie after midnight, or else you’re screwed

💝 Gizmo is the sweetest and tries helping you cook every single year, no matter what

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🍭 He hated this so much

🍭 He wanted it to be Halloween again, he wanted to make sure people were behaving and honoring the traditions

🍭 Who was gonna do that here?!

🍭 Sam did not want to help you cook, he didn’t believe in this holiday, do he didn’t care about the foods of it

🍭 But, after a while, and a lot of sugar bribing, he finally helped you with certain things, like going to the store with you to buy a turkey

🍭 He also helped you butcher the turkey, even though you said carve, he prefers butcher

🍭 You butcher meat, you don’t carve it! Don’t dishonor the pumpkins!

🍭 Sam is one of the most stubborn when it comes to eating the food

“ Samhain, eat it. “

* shakes his head no *

“ Sam. “

🍭 Once he finally caves, he goes immediately to his room to ‘sleep’ (idk if he actually sleeps, just guessing there)

🍭 Overall, just a sourpuss (just about as bad as Michael)

[pastelclovds]

Bo Sinclair— E, H, I, K, Z

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Bo has dated a few people before you (mainly women), and has had sexual relationships with a few of them. But ever since he and his brothers moved into the deserted town, he hasn't had that much action in a while. He knows the basics of sex between a man and a women. But is he experienced with people of different genders? Nope, not at all.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Since he hasn't had sex in a long time, he doesn't bother with trying to groom the hairs below his belt. If there's no people in the town you live in, what's the point? But when he meet you, he definitely tries to make himself look good. He shaves his hairs until there is a little bush left.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Bo didn't have the best childhood growing up. Albeit he was a troublemaker, he was still just a kid who needed help with his temper. Over time, he has changed slightly for the better. But memories from his past still scar his mind, it didn't help that he also had physical scars too. He wasn't really the noisy type during sex, he also didn't like showing his emotions because he was afraid you would view him as weak. But when you gently touch his face, his wrists (where his scars were due to his father taping him down in the arm chairs), and whisper soft praises into his ear, he tries to hold back his tears from surfacing by hiding his face in your neck. You don't tease him for showing the slightest bit of vulnerability, and he appreciates you at lot for that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Rough sex, public sex, praise, creampie (he likes the warmth of you), and nipple play.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After you clean him and yourself up, and put him on the clean sheets of your bed. He sleeps like a bear in hibernation, he snores like one too. It's also safe to say that sleepy Bo is a lot more cuddly than awake Bo. While he is sleeping away, he wraps his arms around you and snuggles into your chest. He will deny ever doing that to you if you bring it up, but you know that it is bullshit.

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[stat1cstarz]

VINCENT SINCLAIR

-“I accept your apology”-

minors dni

Genre:Smut

Warnings:Chocking,fingering,dub-con,creampie

Vincent Sinclair x GN! Reader (AFAB)

Description:You and Vincent got into a fight,to avoid him hurting you(even though he never would), you decided to spend time with his brothers. And even though you’d never cheat on him,Vincent wanted to make sure of that

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You and Vincent rarely argued,mainly because you were to scared of him to try and piss him off. If you ever disagreed about something,you’d either apologize or drop the conversation. Even though Vincent would never actually hurt you,you always kept that in the back of your mind.

You were currently hanging out with Lester,you had fought Vincent recently,over him not coming out of the basement enough. You understood that you were pushy,but you were still concerned about him. You were currently watching Lester cut up the roadkill,when you heard his landline ring. You picked it up,realizing it was Bo, “Who’s it?” He asked,in a heavy southern accent. “It’s Bo” you whispered,picking up the phone.

“Y/n, I’m currently at the station,wanna help me with somethin’?” He asked,his southern accent coming through the old phone. “Sure,I’ll be there soon” you said “Bye”. You put the phone up after that “What’d he want?” Lester grunted,working the machete over the dead animal “Something at the station” you said, leaving the shed.

You got to the station 5 minutes later,seeing Bo walk out the small bathroom “Hey Y/n, you ready t’work?” He asked,fixing his oily coveralls. “Of course,what do you need” you asked him,walking deeper into the garage,your voices bouncing off the walls. “Need help with fixing someone’s car” he said,pointing to a small pinto,with the bonnet popped open.

“Oh alright” you said, following behind him as he walked to the small car. He had slowly started unscrewing different things,you were in quite a precarious position. You were hunched over the car,with him right behind you,holding your wrist as he spinned the wrench. You heard some heavy footsteps coming behind you guys,the sound echoing off of your surroundings. You moved a bit,looking behind Bo,seeing your boyfriend stomp his way over to you guys.

He had an iron grip on Bo’s shoulder, you didn’t know how he got here,probably because of Lester. “Hey Vince,who broke your sculpture” he joked,backing up from the car. Vincent shoved the brother away “Nuff’ said,well I’m gonna head home” he said. He picked up his tool box,leaving the garage and laying it in the bed of his truck before driving off.

After hearing the pebbles hit the tin walls,Vincent reacted almost immediately. He found the button to the garage door,hitting the close button,letting it hit the concrete floor. He raced back over to you,shutting the hood of the car,bending you back over it. He made quick work of your pants,dropping them to your ankles with your panties.

Your puffy lips glistened under the dim light of the garage,the cold air hitting your damp,sensitive skin making you shutter. He followed behind you,dropping his overalls,and cargo pants,he left the cardigan on,to keep himself warm. He still cared about you,even though he was about treat you like he didn’t.So he wrapped his large cardigan around your naked body,before dropping his boxers and slipping inside of you.

He used one hand to hold onto your hips,after you emitted a loud moan,clouding your ears. He used his free hand to choke you,not enough to kill you,but enough to cut your airways off. The lack of oxygen made it hard to moan,as he pounded himself into you. You tried to grab his hands,to try to keep yourself stable,but he only slapped them away. You were being punished,not rewarded or cared for,and he wanted you to know that.

He located your ass under the thick cardigan,slapping it as hard as he could,leaving a red hand print across it,he was proud of himself,knowing it was his. Not Bo’s or Lester’s. He dropped his hands for a bit,giving you the illusion of freedom. You held onto his cardigan,as he shoved two fingers on his left hand into your leaking hole,along with his cock,stretching you painfully wide. He used his right hand to rub your sore clit,causing a knot to form in your stomach.

You felt your release drip down your thighs,and onto the concrete floor,leaving a sticky stain. He followed suit,emptying himself inside of you,leaving a mark on his lover. He pulled out of you,watching his cum seep out your hole,stuffing it back in with his fingers. He than grabbed your hands,not giving you time to put your clothes back on. He picked you up bridal style,shoving you into his truck, he surely wasn’t done with you…

[letssimptogether]

Lester Sinclair’s Passenger Seat Prince/Princess/Royalty

a/n: “N/N” just for your preferred nickname; i hope you all enjoy! reader’s pronouns are unspecified!🫶🏻

warnings: none! pure fluff🫶🏻

Morning came, and Lester woke you up with your preferred beverage and little breakfast sandwiches. When you were done eating, he asked the question.

“Hey, N/N,” His hand made its way to your knee and rubbed small circles, “Would you wanna accompany me on my errands today?”

Before you could even make a decision, he was letting you know you had full control over everything in the car.

So once you sat in the passenger seat, a blanket tucked into your lap, and a handheld game device of your choice, you asked Lester about the AUX cord.

Poor baby was unsure what you meant, but stopped at the first store to grab one for you as well as a phone charger (i’m always here for Lester Sinclair love you guys)

You started playing your favorite/go to music, and asked Lester if he had wanted you to change it or if you should queue some songs.

“S’okay, baby,” He turned to you, smiling, “I’d love to listen to whatever makes you happy.”

Lester will absolutely take you for night drives when you can’t sleep as the both of you talk about anything and everything. (will also definitely buy you whatever snacks/drinks you might need on the trip too)

[fineillmakeaslasherblog]

What would it be like the first time the masked boys show their face to their s/o?

I assume you don't mean to include Billy and Stu since, while they wear masks, it's not a 24/7 thing like with the others. Anyway, I have very strong feelings about this topic so I'm very excited to dive in haha

OG!Michael Myers:

If you see his bare face, it is never for extended periods of time. He will take off his mask when strictly necessary (which is usually just when eating, maybe a kiss if he's feeling charitable, and the once a blue moon you convince him to bathe), but it goes right back on as soon as he's done.

This is not a matter of not trusting you. If he allowed you to see his face at all, that's already about the biggest show of trust he can give. Nor is he particularly insecure about his appearance, so compliments will do little to sway him.

Rather, in his eyes, his mask is his real face. The face that's made of flesh is the face of a Michael that died a long time ago, and seeing it in the mirror feels unnatural.

As such, the first time he takes his mask off in front of you, it is unceremonious and with no warning. The best thing for you to do is not react at all. You may mean well by complimenting him or thanking him for letting you see his face, but the way he sees it, if you prefer his 'real' face, then you prefer a Michael that doesn't actually exist.

Choose your words and actions wisely. Despite his seeming nonchalance, this is the moment that could make or break any kind of future for the two of you.

RZ!Michael Myers:

Okay, RZ!Michael is pretty distinctly different from his OG counterpart here. His relationship with his mask, while no less important, is significantly... easier to navigate.

He does not see any of his masks as a literal extension of himself, and his face doesn't seem foreign to him. In fact, the problem is kind of the opposite.

Masks provide a sense of comfort and, more importantly, privacy in ways he had never experienced prior. After years of being observed and having his every move scrutinized, covering his face is one of the few ways he could keep himself hidden even from himself.

Over the years, he has come to see it as just important a piece of clothing as any other. What this means for you, though, is that he would likely allow you to see his face way before OG Michael would (though it would still take time)

Much like his counterpart, the first time was likely borne from necessity, but unlike him, RZ!Michael definitely made sure you knew that this wasn't something to take lightly. He wouldn't break eye contact with you the entire time (not that he usually does). To the untrained eye, he may appear cold or even angry, but if you've reached this point, you'd be able to tell that he's on-edge, analyzing your every move and gauging every microexpression.

Luckily, if you know him fairly well, it's reasonably easy to pass this test. Compliments are acceptable this time, but don't overdo it. You don't want him to feel under even more of a spotlight than he already does.

He also would eventually be willing to keep it off for more than a minute or two at a time if he's in a good enough mood, though you'd have to ask him directly. He simply sees no reason to keep it off for his own purposes, but may indulge you on occasion.

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba isn't particularly afraid of you seeing his face, but he isn't thrilled with the idea either.

His masks, while not a literal identity like OG!Myers, is certainly a way for him to express his identity more freely. Not just when it comes to gender expression, but in general.

Besides, his is the only mask where his mouth is exposed, so there's no practical reason for him to take it off in front of you and he simply doesn't see the appeal.

You would definitely need to ask because he probably wouldn't take that initiative for a very long time, if ever. And even when you do ask, he would initially panic and slip away.

It takes a bit for him to come around to the idea and for you to assure him that you don't want him to give up his masks altogether, you just want to know what his face looks like.

When he finally does it, you're hidden away in a room alone together to ensure that you have privacy. He would stall for as long as possible, but when he can't wait any longer, he practically rips it off before he can have any second thoughts.

Please give him lots of kisses and affection. He's already clingy at the best of times, but like this, he thinks he might die if you let go of him.

Brahms Heelshire:

Okay, deep breath, we've gotten through the really complicated ones and are moving on to the more basic "insecure about their appearance" boys.

Brahms is desperately starved for any kind of positive attention. (Or attention in general, which is exactly why he acts out. Any attention is better than no attention.)

The fact that you talk to him and care for him without even seeming to be terrified at every moment like his parents were is nothing short of a miracle in his eyes, and he would sooner die than put that in jeopardy, so any change is a threat.

This includes you wanting to see his face. While his scarring certainly isn't the reason his parents treated him the way they did (after all, their apprehension had started even before the fire), it is still a risk. He doesn't know how you'll react, and that's unacceptable.

It would take a lot of convincing. Even if you have prominent scars yourself, it wouldn't help much since he insists that it's "different" with you, whatever that means.

Patience is key here, as well as finding a balance between not pressuring him while also making it clear that you haven't changed your mind about wanting to see his face. Eventually, though, he gives in.

He's visibly shaking the first time he takes it off and you have to get him to set the mask down before he drops it. Even still, he's staring at the ground, and should you guide his face towards you, he still averts his eyes. He's immediately regretting doing this and certain that you must be looking at him in horror. He can't stand to see that.

Be gentle here. Again, this is about balance. Brahms desperately needs reassurance right now, but at the same time, don't invalidate his insecurities by telling him the scarring "isn't that bad" or that he shouldn't have been worried.

Honestly, a simple "I love you" will probably do you better than most comments about his appearance, at least for now. Unpacking his insecurities can come later, but right now, he just needs to know that you aren't leaving him.

Jason Voorhees:

Okay so here's the thing people forget about Jason: he's the only one of these last three who had an adult in his life who treated him well as a child. Does he still have insecurities? Sure he does! Is he traumatized? Boy howdy is he ever! But he's generally coming from a place of at least being able to fathom being loved in a healthy way.

As such, I think he'd have revealed his face to you the soonest of these six. He doesn't see the mask as a fundamental piece of his identity (at least, no moreso than a uniform), and if you've reached a point where he'll stay with you for extended periods of time, he probably already trusts you a considerable amount. If he had any reason to believe you'd reject him for his appearance, he wouldn't have stayed around to find out.

I honestly think he's the only one of the six who would want you to be the one to take his mask off (with his permission, of course). This is both because he's a dork and wanted to make sure this was A Special Moment, and also simply wanting the reassurance that you can back out if you change your mind.

He's so fucking cute about it, too. Because you are almost definitely shorter than him (speaking as a tall person), he sits down so that you can reach his face more easily. He seems fairly collected at a glance, but you can see him wringing his hands. It's not that he thinks you'll react badly, but...

Pretty much any positive reaction will result in a very happy Jason on your hands. Compliments will earn you a very cute blush, but if you really want to make a mess of him, just kiss him before you say anything and he will damn near pass out on the spot.

Moving forward, as long as you're somewhere hidden away, he will be very happy to oblige you if you ask him to keep his mask off for a bit. Especially if you bribe him with kisses.

Vincent Sinclair:

Okay, we all know Vincent has a really weird relationship with his face. (Thanks, Trudy.) He would definitely want you to see his face at some point, but if you don't show any indication of being interested yourself, I'm not sure he'd ever work up the nerve.

You can and should be a little more pushy with him than you'd be with the others. He isn't as delicate as he seems. (I mean he puts up with Bo ffs) Obviously don't be TOO mean about it, but firm nudges will go a long way.

There would be several times that he planned on taking his mask off but backed out at the last second, which honestly gets kind of infuriating. Eventually, he realizes he won't be able to do it while you're watching him (at least not yet) and decides to instead just take off his mask while alone in his studio and wait for you to come down.

You nearly have a heart attack when you go down and see his mask sitting on a table, Vincent himself standing rigidly and staring at the wall with his back turned to you.

You will have to approach him yourself to get him to turn around, and when he does, his eyes are locked on you in an instant, trying to gauge your reaction.

Strangely, it probably isn't a particularly emotional conversation. Between his stiffness and you having been taken entirely off-guard, nothing flows that naturally. Maybe a few comments from your end and a few laconic signs from him in response, and that's the end of it.

The emotional part comes later that evening, once you've both processed what happened. He apologizes for coming off as sharp, but you can't exactly blame him.

The mask comes off again, with more warning this time, and now there can be a proper back-and-forth.

Please touch his face, especially the scar tissue. It hasn't been touched in so long (even by himself), it has become incredibly sensitive, and he will melt immediately.

Feel free to use this knowledge in other contexts too ;)

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

What Are We?

pairing: bo x gn!reader

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

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

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

word count: 1171

"What are we?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled. "Yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you had never felt more broken.

[Main Masterlist] [Bo Masterlist]

[small-sinclair]

For you

Obsessed!Bo Sinclair x reader

Tw: mention of blood, gore, Bo being obsessed with reader, mention of him wanted to drink blood, he’s a bit unhealthy, beheading in graphic detail!!!! (Maybe you can read this as I’m being a vampire if you squint?)

Let me know if you want more Obsessed!Bo Sinclair!

When he found you bleeding on the floor and crying in the House of Wax, he felt his heart shatter. He felt as if his world was falling apart because he couldn’t keep you safe.

“You’re hurt,” he whispers silently to himself, pain in his voice. There’s still blood in his hair from the latest kill, but the wild and untamed eyes turned worried and hurt when he sees your leg scrapped. Though it wasn’t it big or major, you still cried from the pain.

He knelt next to you and caressed your cheek. He thumbed away the stray tears that fell, and it felt like acid burning through his skin and bones. “Who did this to you?” He asked gently, his voice mixed in venom and silk. “Who did it?”

You leaned into his touch. “It doesn’t matter—“

“Sweetheart,” he starts, lifting your chin with his hand. “Tell me. Who did this?” You could see blood and red starting to fill his blue eyes. “Point to me where he went.”

You didn’t need to tell him anything as he heard the girl running away screaming from Vincent. He looked at you then at Vincent, and he slowly raised your hand to kiss it. His lips were soft and cracked against your skin. “I’ll be back, my sunflower,” he whispers in your skin. “I promise. Her head will be yours.”

He doesn’t let you say anything else as he stands up and leaves. He’s a hunter, born and raised. The taste of blood and bone will be forever stained in his teeth and tongue.

“She’s mine,” he hissed at Vincent as he walked past him, stealing the dragon-headed knife handle. He knows the girl can’t leave. She’s trap in this maze his mother created.

He’s like a wolf approaching a rabbit as he enters a room. He sees the girl trying to escape, and he only smirks. He loves it when they run and escape. Bo drew closer to her, the knife tight in his hand until his knuckles turned white. Flashes of you crying and bleeding in front of him made his heart burst and boil. The cries from the girl muffled away in his ears and her pleads go unheard. With a mighty shove, he had her on the ground. She coward away from him but he stood over her. He could see her lips moving, but her words didn’t reach him.

The only thing he heard was your broken sobs of pain and the acid tears that touched his skin. You’re his sunflower, his deity, the one he’ll hunt for. He felt like he failed you when he saw you hurt. Your tears and blood stained on his paints. He’s not worthy of your blood. He can’t be. The more he thought about you crying, the more he wanted the girl gone. He didn’t her in town. He didn’t want you to see her ever again.

He raised the knife high and brought it down. He felt the skin and the blade cutting, but it wasn’t fatal. He stabbed again and again, over and over, until she laid barely breathing and tears streaming down her cheeks. He felt the warmth of the blood on his face and smiled like a devil. He twirled the knife with his fingers and brought it over the girl’s throat, cutting it deep. Even when dead, he didn’t stop. He cut deeper and deeper under her head was clean off. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and lifted it high. He tilted his head to the side and examined the girl and her face without a care in his eyes. Bo stood with her head in his hand and walked back where you were.

Vincent was next to you as he helped bandage your leg. He frowns when he saw you, but his smile returns. He felt like a servant bring an offering to a royal as he came closer with the girl’s head hanging from her hair in his hands. He promised to bring you her head, and he was going to keep good. He would carved your name in his skin with a rusty spoon if you ask him— no, command him. You’re his everything, and he’ll serve you until the bitter end. He’d lick your blood off the floor and worship the ground you bled on if it pleases you! The very thought of it made his heart flutter just a bit along with the idea of you letting him taste your blood. He wanted to feel closer to you… he wanted to know how you would tasted.

He stands a couple feet away from you when he falls to his knees. You look over and horror fills your eyes once you see the girl’s lifeless eyes looking at you. You want to scream, but you can’t. You couldn’t.

Bo place the head between you and him as he lowered his head to a bow. “For you,” he says in a low voice. “Her head as promised.”

You can’t speak as you look at the head then back at Bo. He’s done it. He’s gone to far in loving you that it’s become unhealthy. The puppy blue eyes that he flashes, the hearts dancing in his eyes, and the sweet rose petals and daisy voice no longer feels safe. He did this for you.

Just.

For.

You.

Sickness fills you but your eyes roll back and you fell in Vincent’s arms.

[sethcertified]

「 SLASHERS W/ A PARTNER WHO WEARS GLASSES ! 」 . . . 📁

slashers : various

wrd count : 842

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . how slashers act in a relationship with a partner who wears glasses

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, brahms heelshire, billy lenz, patrick bateman, & gn reader

⤷ billy loomis

the most nonchalant about you having glasses

gets curious about how they feel, so he tries them on as secretly when you don't have them on

finds them sexy on you, but won't really point them out when he's (very rarely) complimenting you

fantasizes about blood splatters on your glasses

likes how sophisticated they make you look

sometimes he just plucks them off your head to get your attention

likes to put on your glasses for you

⤷ stu macher

he's like a little kid when it comes to your glasses

wants to wear them 24/7

calls you nerd or geek because of them

sometimes he tries to like start fires with them just to see if he can cause he's seen it in movies

asked you once to rp a "sexy tutor" cause of your glasses

has broken soo many pair of your glasses because of how over zealous he gets

but has the money to get you as many new pairs as you need

constantly asks if you can see how many fingers he's holding up when he takes them off

made you guys dress as shaggy and velma for halloween and begged for you to do the "where's my glasses" thing so he can check out your ass

may or may not have made billy dress up as scooby. . .

⤷ bo sinclair

very vocal about how he find you sexy in them

jokes that you're a genius and always goes to ask you about anything he can't understand

steals your glasses and uses them as a magnifying glass when looking at car parts

has the worst habit of getting grease on your glasses and dirtying them

has a bad habit of biting them if he's holding them for you

if your glasses break and there's no victims with glasses to steal them from he makes you handmade glasses

prepare for glasses stolen from victims that are way too strong or way to weak for you to see through them

⤷ vincent sinclair

loves your glasses

clothing and accessories are important for what role he's given to the wax figures, so he likes to add different styles of glasses to them since meeting you

if he finds glasses for you, but knows you don't like the color of the frames he paints them for you in your preferred color

he likes to take your glasses off and draw you, so he can get as many pieces of art of you with your glasses and without

tests the stability of his wax figures' noses, ears, and cheekbones by putting your glasses on them

unlike bo, vincent is much more meticulous when getting glasses for you from victims

he looks for shape and size

and if he can't find the right one he alters them with wax

⤷ brahms heelshire

also in love with your glasses

steals them from you all the time

like stu, he enjoys trying them on which is one of the reasons he steals them from you

at first, he didn't realize you can't see without them and would throw tantrums if you struggle to do activities or read the to do list

also doesn't realize how fragile the glasses are

you can hear the snaps of your glasses breaking from inside the walls

he really enjoys seeing your glasses fog up to the point he deliberately fog thems up

also enjoys cleaning the fog away from your glasses

⤷ billy lenz

dirty talks about your glasses 24/7

especially about how he sits on your face better than your glasses

is obsessed about facials with your glasses on

always going off about how he's gonna stain your glasses with his cum

also is one to steal your glasses

you can usually find him in the attic with your glasses framing his face

has an oral fixation with them

he is always nibbling, biting, or even licking your glasses

he's freaky yk

places hide and seek with your glasses and hides your glasses around the house

truly finds you more beautiful with your glasses than without

⤷ patrick bateman

honestly would not care too much

he broke your first pair of glasses so he can buy you ones from a luxury brand

doesn't care about how you like your glass's overall style when shopping for new pairs

he's going to get you a pair that he thinks would look nice on you

patrick will constantly give you shallow compliments about your glasses because he doesn't want to reveal his actual thoughts

which are that glasses make you extremely attractive

so expect stuff like "they suit your face."

hes boring

but he does have fantasies about you and your glasses

he starts wearing his own glasses a lot because he thinks you make them look good so he can too

✎ notes . . . yes, this is a repost. tumblr deleted my old acc >:( ◯　　🖖🏻　　⭒　　⧆

©️ sethcertified 2023

[noxnephilim]

EROS

Oh, how much you love those sighs. You worked hard for them after all. It wasn't everyday that you got to explore every inch of those muscles, gently laying kisses in your wake, making him slightly breathless. Especially as your hand roamed from his throat, slowly going down, and down.

But most importantly, those moan. Whispered like a secret in the night. You drank those like they were fine wine. And they were. Your mouth couldn't get enough of them, his lips so plump and red.

Gently rocking in and out,you understood what he saw. Those blissed eyes, full of tears, that lovely round mouth open, moaning and sighing your name.

It was addicting.

Very much so.

And when you hit that spot? That full on choked scream made you feral. Oh gosh. That was music in your ears.

"We're not done yet, darling. Can you be a good boy for me? you whispered, raising goosebumps on your wake.

It was going to be a long night.

[die-die-mydarling-xx]

Bo Sinclair meeting future s/o who has dwarfism? Just like falls head over hills. Literally and figuratively. Please and thank you.

Bo Sinclair x GN! Reader w/ Dwarfism

SFW

Warnings: None

After several miles with an ominous flashing light on the dashboard, the car you'd been sharing with three other people had broken down in the middle of nowhere. Without the necessary tools or parts to fix it, you were left stranded by the side of the road, simply hoping someone who could help would pass soon.

You hadn't really wanted to come on this roadtrip in the first place. You didn't know the people you were travelling with very well, and to be completely honest being trapped in a car with them for hours on end meant they were starting to get on your nerves. You knew you should have stayed behind.

Luckily, it wasn't too long before you saw it: a beat-up looking pickup grumbling its way up the road. The car slowed to a stop at the roadside after the driver spotted you. "Car troubles?" The driver called over as he stepped out of the cab of his truck. You could tell he stared at you a little more than the others, but that was something you were used to.

"I can drive ya to the next town," he offered after you'd explained your situation. "You're in luck, it's not ten minutes up the road."

Since only two more people would fit in his truck, it was decided among the four of you that you and one of the young men you'd been riding with would go into town while the other two stayed with the car. You tried not to wrinkle your nose as you hopped into the truck with the help of the stranger, who introduced himself as Lester. The interior of the cab smelled distinctly off, but you didn't want to appear rude. The young man who'd gotten in with you seemed to have no such concerns; he was quite openly covering his nose and mouth with one hand. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Lester squinting at him.

You were dropped off in the parking lot of a small gas station/mechanic shop. You thanked the man in the truck as you exited, but your "friend" simply jumped down from the truck and walked away. You rolled your eyes as you somewhat reluctantly followed.

At first, you thought the station was empty; the lights were out, and it didn't look like anyone was inside. As you walked up to the glass storefront to peer inside, the lights suddenly clicked on and you could see the figure of a tall man approaching the front door. He gave a smile as he opened the door for the two of you.

"What brings ya here today?" He greeted, his gaze flashing from the young man beside you onto you. His smile faltered for a second, though not in a negative way-- he just seemed surprised, and intrigued. Ambrose was a pretty small town from what you'd seen driving through. You'd bet he'd never seen someone like you before.

The young man you could hardly call a friend began to explain your situation, but the eyes of the man from the gas station hardly left you the whole time. You flushed a little under the scrutiny, and the man's smile turned from simply polite to something more along the lines of a flirtatious smirk. You weren't listening to a word that was exchanged between them, you were simply caught up in the stranger's intense gaze.

It was eventually settled that the man would take a look at the car the next day, since it was starting to get late. He advised the two of you on where you could stay, and by that point the two others you'd been traveling with had been given a ride into town as well. You started to follow them as they walked away, frustrated to see they were already a few feet ahead of you. They never really gave a thought to accommodate you.

"Excuse me," you heard a voice from behind you-- the gas station's owner. You turned to see he'd walked a few steps out of the doorway after you. Taking your hand, he leaned over to bring it to his lips. "Pleasure meeting your acquaintance. Name's Bo."

He gave you another smile, this one distinctly wolfish as you flushed. You stuttered to return the pleasantries, surprised at how immediately taken with you he seemed.

"See you soon," he said in a low voice before he turned to disappear back into the gas station. The lights turned off once again, and you turned to hurry after your friends, trying to make the redness disappear from your face.

A/N: This got longer than I expected & it might be a little OOC, sorry if so! I need to do a rewatch lol. I might do a part 2 if people are interested!