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msookyspooky · 3 months

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♡ Obsessed Delusional Reader x Sinclair Brother's ♡

Bo Sinclair:

- "Wow, so you want me that bad, huh? 🤭😏 You tied me up because you want to keep me here? That's so romantic! 😍 And out of everyone in my group it was me?"

- Bo is staring at you, trying to scare you and even hurt you but...The drive isn't there with you being so...Willing? Like, there's no fun in this you lil nutjob!

- Match made in hell

- "Are you there? Is your head just decoration or somethin'? What the fuck is your problem?? I am CRAZY and EVIL and will FUCK YOU UP." You: "Okay bby, if you say so. 🥰" All while Bo is short circuiting.

- Alright, that's it. You're getting the glue on your mouth.

- Honestly about to cut something off to make you afraid or hurt...He might but also might not because you fascinate him so are you a person that fascinates him or a toy he needs to break?

- The bondage sex is probably banging though ngl he's even a bit enthralled by how eager you are compared to most victims

- When you are still not afraid and looking at him in a way that melts most hearts even his icy one he can't even truly torture you properly. Most victims he can shut that off because they trigger his sadism by screaming and fighting or cussing him out or begging him but all these years he's never had a victim act so lovey dovey even after finding out his darkest secrets

- At first this has him so frustrated he has to leave the gas station room; having a crisis cause this has never happened before!

- Doesn't trust you but decided to undo the mouth glue or tape and untie you after all the fun to see what you would do...When you follow him around like a love sick puppy he's both annoyed yet enjoys it

- Mad lil unloved boy in a man's body that is both flustered and irritated at his captive being so fucking smitten for him without manipulation on his part. He has to be in control and your feelings for him is out of his control and he hates it.

- "...What the fuck" -Bo after finding you drawing his name with hearts in a notebook and planning your wedding and future with your captor while your chained up in his bedroom instead of the gas station room bc he obviously is in love with you to move you to someplace more comfy; how sweet of him ♡

- You are dead ass scarying him.

- He should kill you but he thinks you're so crazy he's kinda nervous if he misses with his shotgun and what you'll do if he does because you so obsessed with him is a level of coocoo he ain't never had before

- Once you start to show dimension other than flirting with him (Bonus points if you have trauma like he does and it's why you're lovebombing him and so attached) he starts to look at you as less a pest and more a clingy pet.

- Like...You really just have that much of a crush on him after everything he's done? You both can trauma bond and lovebomb each other? (And manipulate even if he's too dumb to realize you're manipulating him too to love you)

- Is actually willing to be crazy with you after awhile and have you obsessed with him because why not? It gets lonely in Ambrose and he likes you as a pet at times. He'd put a ring on your finger as his spouse just to shut you up, claim you like someone claims their chair, and as an act to lure victims

- If you get extremely possesive and jealous and refuse him having anyone strapped in that chair in that room but you; he actually is so flattered you're that possesive of him. Like he secretly always craved a person making him theirs like this PLUS you know his dark side and still want him.

- He'd probably ease up on being so mean and try acting like a crazy possesive delusional married couple together after that even if he still treats you as a thing to easily manipulate and control and he's CLEARLY not being manipulated either (Poor dumb bastard.)

- Vincent is internally screaming and questioning why this person is in their house and has a wedding band from a victim on their finger and his brother is...Being sweet on them??? Lester is happy for you though.

Vincent Sinclair:

- "Wow...I'm your muse? 🥺💘 That's so swee-" *Paralyzing agent kicks in but you have heart eyes still*

- He literally cannot work with you looking at him like that. Stop. He can't even wax your brows off because you're looking at him in a way no one has before

- You weren't even afraid and it makes him hesitate because...He forgot his tools upstairs! Obviously...He'll try again later.

- Once the agent wears off and your spared for now it's ten times worse

- He is blushing so bad under his mask at all your praise and admiring his work and admiring him you're gonna melt his damn mask!

- He is harder to get through to than his twin (HC Bo is more desperate for affection as the least favorite bad seed unloved child than he let's on he just acts cold but they both crave acceptance)

- Vincent pats your head like Jonesy the dog when you smile at him while he works...You're not so bad. As long as you stay outta the way.

- May have to pick you up and move you where he wants like furniture sorry his people skills kinda suck being sheltered for his face then stuck in abandoned Ambrose half his life

- Bo acts annoyed with your obsessed ways but secretly enjoys the neediness for him. Vince is actually annoyed being much more reclusive than Bo and now you're staring at him while he works.

- Dead stares at you when you sculpt tiny little figures of you both holding hands with wax he let you have...He loves it or else he'd destroy it obviously ♡♡♡

- When he lost his mask and you fawned over him (He acted like Erik in Phantom of the Opera the DRAMATICS) he's absolutely panicking and startled

- Once you kiss that side of his face and praise him maskless how on Earth could he not fall for you too despite your odd ways??

- Becomes just as obsessed with you only in a more lowkey way than you. Making sculptures and drawing you all the time. Enjoys you talking, keeping him company etc.

- Bo is bewildered when you verbal rip his ass so viciously when he made a nasty remark to your angel bby his twin brother that this big guy was reeling back thinking you were gonna jump him. Probably said shit that he'll be secretly thinking about tonight with a heavy heart too. Vincent snickers and pulls his guard dog away as you glare at Bo the entire way back downstairs.

- You and Bo do not get along because of how protective you are of Vince and how mean Bo can be

Lester Sinclair:

- "Oooo, you got such a big hunting knife! Is it in reference to...Other big things?🤭😘"

- HUH!?

- His brain shut off because he had never had a victim he took to his brothers flirt with him like this. And while he's covered in grime and roadkill?!

- It's okay it just adds to his manliness. We love a man with hobbies! ♡

- Like...Are you being mean and joking? Are you...Alright up there in your noggin? He would take the long way and other roads to Ambrose just to talk to you more and figure you out (Even when Bo is in a hot ass suit in a Church with no air waiting and is ringing Lester's cell off the hook)

- When you are fascinated by what he does, praising his job, asking about him; he is a blushing mess driving. Then he tries flirting back and cracks his cheesy jokes. And when you laugh??? Ooooh it's over. He's crushing severely.

- Easiest brother to woe. He's keeping you. Gonna show up to the house like Spencer in that one episode of ICarly.

Bo: "...What is that?"

Lester drinking a smoothie while you cheerfully wave love struck on his arm: "A smoothie??"

- He did question your mental state at first but hell he grew up with Bo and Vince so what the hell? He's a lil crazy too! Just part of your charm is all.

- When you are talking about the future he gets a little nervous but not out right opposing it just give him some time, babe! He could give you a ring made of deer antler or bone wittled down and you'd cry and say yes.

- He acts cute with you. You both are so disgustingly sweet on each other it makes Bo gag and Vincent roll his eye whenever you both come to town.

- Both twins are so jealous their goofy dirty lil brother found love before them and they can't stand it

#house of wax bo sinclair #house of wax (2005)#house of wax 2005 #house of wax imagine #house of wax #house of wax vincent sinclair #house of wax lester #house of wax imagines

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arkunder · 1 year

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An Over Dosage

A House of Wax Fan Fiction.

[[Warnings: Descirptions of overdoses, alcoholism, suicide, violence/yelling, threats

[Bo x Reader(?)] Established friendship with all three brothers. She/Her pronouns used for (y/n).

Word Count: 3,778.

Genre: Angst, Slight Comfort

Summary: Bo makes a mistake. He’s made many mistakes in his life. But he hadn’t meant to make this one- honest to god! He didn’t mean it this time. But regardless his brothers are left to deal with the mess, and (y/n)’s left to take care of him.

A/N: This is my first time posting my writings so it’s not my best work, if there are any errors or spelling mistakes please feel free to let me know.

I also decided to add some artwork to go along with the fic just because I’m capable of it, hope everyone enjoys.

@number1120 better hold up your end of the deal ;)

She pauses at the bathroom doorway, staring out of it at Vincent as he snags the six pack of beer off the ground by the plastic that’s holding it all together.

In one fluid motion Vincent swings, bringing the pack of beer down over his shoulder onto the driveway, as if chopping wood with an axe.

He uses an excessive amount of force doing so. She was surprised he hadn’t thrown his shoulder out but she knew Vincent was strong.

Stronger than his brothers, her, all of them.

The cans, all six at once, all but explode by the force, spraying foamy beer down the driveway, as well as against Vincent’s boots and mask.

Despite being thirty-forty(?) feet away from the driveway she can see his chest, expanding and contracting with force as he stands upright from his hunched over posture. His eye tracks the back lights of Lesters truck as it speeds out of Ambrose, kicking up a fog of dust.

She can’t see his face, his backs to her as well as his mask hides it from her regardless. She can’t read him. Can’t tell what he’s feeling at this singular moment of silence.

He turns with a snap, thumping his way up the porch steps into the house. He slams the door behind him with such force it shakes the frame. He swings around aiming for the kitchen again but he pauses.

He’s caught sight of her, still in the bathroom doorway. She doesn’t say anything to him, doesn’t try to convey any emotions on her face other than… a pitying sorrow.

At that moment, she could’ve sworn the man standing before her was Bo Sinclair. Not Vincent. Regardless she wants to allow him to do whatever it is he needs to do, without judgement from her.

She reaches for the bathroom door and pulls it until there’s only a crack left between the door and the frame. Leaving Vincent to his chaos.

She turns back to Bo. He’s still in the tub, damp. She makes her way to him, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him into a sitting position.

“Come on Hun, let’s get you to bed”

She manages to get under him, pulling him to sit onto the tub's edge. She grabs his knees and swings them over the edge so he’s sitting out of it now.

He sways nearly falling back into the tub but she catches him by the shoulder of his shirt.

She stretches, grabbing the towels Lester had set on the toilet lid, all while holding onto Bo’s shirt, to prevent him from falling backward.

She returns to face him. She takes one of the towels placing it upon his head. She shakes it across his still damp curls like a dog.

He leaves it on his head as she begins to unbutton his shirt, exposing his tank top underneath. She’s barely able to pull it over his shoulders and tosses it to the ground with a wet splat.

She reaches now for the pair of scissors Lester left on the sink.

“Hope you don’t like this tank top” she mumbles as she begins to cut it away from his body.

She tosses the cloth to the side as well, taking the other towel she'd thrown over her shoulder. She pulls it off and swings it around his exposed shoulders and chest wrapping it tight.

He mumbles something.

“Hmm?” She hums, leaning down to his eye level. His eyes are still closed, he’s still pale and he’s beginning to tremble.

“Mama?” He mumbles.

She pauses. Mind racing to process that one word mumbled out of his shaking lips. Her eyes scan him before she stands back up. She pulls his head against her stomach so she can rub the towel down his back.

“Not quite Bo. But don't worry you’re not in trouble. Just rest for now, yeah? We’s gonna get ya to bed”

He continues to mumble and groan quietly as she drags the towel down the rest of his back, across his shoulders, over his chest.

This had to have been the worst night yet at the Sinclair household. At least the worst she’s experienced.

There was a sudden thud outside the door, in the kitchen. If she was to guess, she would’ve said Vincent had gotten done rummaging through the fridge, collecting every ounce of alcohol within it.

She turns back from looking at the door to look down at Bo.

There’s a sudden sound of glass shattering, then again and again and again-

Bo suddenly rests his head further against her stomach. Rubbing his forehead affectionalty against her as if trying to soak up her warmth. He groans again.

She looks down at him. Always so proud. So cocky, never accepting any help from anyone. The responsible, dependable one. She almost wanted to chuckle. But the situation was far too depressing to do so. Not at his expense. Not this time.

She rubbed a hand into his hair, scratching his scalp. That always comforted her, she wondered if it helped.

She got her answer when he preened into her touch.

“Come on now, gotta get you warmed up” she pulled away, rubbing the towel against his hair again.

“Can you stand? Think you can get those pants off?” He swayed side to side but sat up on his own now, regardless. He reached down slowly to his belt. His hands were limp, fingers shaking as he fumbled with the buckle. She watched him for a moment, taking in the quiet sounds of his shuffling.

She stepped forward, leaning down onto her knee in front of him. “It’s alright, I got’ya” she unbuckled the lasp, pulling the two straps apart before tugging it lightly through the loops of his jeans.

“Hmmn” he mumbled quietly forcing his head up and down.

“Say that again hun?” She sat the belt down by the soaking shirt and ripped tank top.

“Where’s… Les?”

“Lesters… he’s-“ she couldn’t think of anything, what could she even say to him?

“He headed home for a bit Bo”

He hummed again, nodding slightly.

“I bet you you’ll see him tomorrow morning, ’magine he’ll bring you something good to eat” she forced a smile up at him as she unbuttoned his jeans.

They probably wouldn’t see Lester for at least a week, he’d be to scared to face Vincent and to guilty to face Bo. He’d certainly blame himself for this. For Bo.

It wasn’t Lester’s fault, honest to god she, at least, didn’t blame him. But she knew at this moment Vincent sure did. But as she grabbed the hem of Bo’s jeans, trying to convince him to lean forward so she could tug them down for him (she really didn’t want to cut them up like his tank top), she wondered how Lester must’ve felt. He’d certainly gone back to his mini home on the outskirts of Ambrose.

He’d left with tears in his eyes and cracks in his voice. She imagined if she went to visit the trailer later on it would be in more disarray than usual. Pictures, clothes, anything on the tables thrown about in a frenzy. Lester didn’t really have a temper like Bo. Simply didn’t have the same rage as Bo. Lester had thrown tantrums before but they were never as violent as his brothers. More so just desperate attempts to wear himself out of his emotions. To just… get it out. It was just how he coped with things like this.

Lester couldn’t have known after all. Known that Bo would’ve gotten that drunk tonight, had one too many piss warm beers. Lester couldn’t have known that when Bo asked if ‘he still had any of those pills his friend had given him to help with sleeping’ that he would’ve taken more than two.

She couldn’t have imagined Bo knew what he was doing either. He was simply too proud to kill himself. To leave his brothers. It was what she’d first thought though when they’d all walked in on the scene, but once she had a moment of time to think about it, she’d guessed it was an accident. That he hadn’t meant to take nearly half of the baggy of pills. That he’d probably taken two, and- already in a drunken stupor, took two more when they hadn’t worked immediately, then continued from there until he’d passed out.

When they’d all come across the scene, Bo passed out on the couch, beer bottles littered across the coffee table they hadn’t really paused until Vincent noticed the bile and foam around Bo's mouth. Vincent hadn’t paused after that.

He’d sprung toward immediately, with a quickness she’d only ever seen him use when chasing victims. Vincent stood above him, grabbing Bo by his shirt and hauled him forward to sit up on the couch. Bo's body followed the movements limply. Vicnent only shook him twice before he threw Bo onto the floor forcing him on his side. He hit the floor with all his weight and a loud thud.

Vincent was on his knees beside him, by then her and Lester had rushed over, she’d kneeled on Bo’s other side holding his shoulder so he wouldn’t slump face first into the floor. Lester paced back and forth in front of them biting down on his finger.

At that moment Lester had looked around the living room desperately before his eyes landed on the familiar, now half empty, baggy of pills on the coffee table. At that Lester threw his face into his hands and sobbed crouching forward and continuing to pace back and forth.

Vincent hadn’t hesitated, as soon as Bo was on the ground he’d forced his index and middle finger down his twins throat scooping out whatever he could get ahold of then flicking his hand toward the floor to get the contents off his fingers.

She couldn’t help but to rub Bo’s shoulder in any sort of attempt to get him to gain consciousness once more. It was out of pure panic. She’d never seen him like this before, was…was this the first time this had happened?

Vincent moved quickly so his twins head rested on one of his knees while he shoved his fingers down his brothers throat again. Vincent’s knuckles touched Bo’s lips and for a moment nothing happened.

Both could barely make out Lester’s sobs of “sorry”’s and “I didn’t know”’s, it simply couldn’t be processed at that moment.

Then suddenly Bo gagged. At once Bo's body flinched as if trying to curl up, and suddenly he was spewing his guts up.

A mixture of beer and half digested liquid emptied his mouth, splattering across the wooden floor at once and he made a horrid wrenching noise as Vincent removed his fingers. Vincent held his brother's head carefully, angling it downward so Bo wouldn’t choke. After a few more wretches of vomit had come up Bo gasped shallowly. His eyes stayed closed and he was still limp.

With a sureness she hadn’t known Vincent had, he shoved his fingers once more down his brother's throat without pause, and the process continued once more.

Bo was dry heaving now, only gagging. He’d had nothing left to expel from his stomach and Vincent made sure of that.

She’d had to remove her hand from Bo’s back to place it on Vincent’s shoulder and attempt to calm the other twin now. Slowly Vincent realized he’d done all he could, and removed his hands slowly from his brother. When he did Vincent’s shoulders went limp and all they could do was listen to Bo as he swallowed and coughed weakly.

Bo slowly brought his legs up to his chest as his breath began to come back to him stronger now. Bo groaned then and Vincent placed his hand back onto Bo rubbing him in a comforting way.

“…Jesus” was all Bo could manage to croak out shallowly as his eyes slowly opened.

She smiled suddenly and grabbed at Bo, whispering reassurances to him even if he couldn’t make them out yet.

She hadn’t caught the look at first but when she sat up again she noticed. Vincent staring at Lester like she’d never seen before. Such a calloused look.

She didn’t understand at first until Lester began to tremble out. “I didn’t know, I-I didn’t… think he’d take that many” Lester shook where he stood, hands pulling at his cheeks. He looked as if he’d tumble down onto his knees any moment now. Vincent gently lowered his brother's head to the floor then stood up. He reached over to the coffee table and it was then she noticed the baggy of pills.

Vincent stomped over to his younger brother and Lester actually flinched away for a moment. She’d called out to Vincent but nothing deterred him. He loomed over Lester. Aggressively he shoved the bag into Lester’s hands, sending him back a step or two, and seethed.

“Get this outta my house” Vincent's voice was hoarse. It always was but it’d never sounded so… cruel, especially when directed to his younger brother.

She could hear Vincent gritting his teeth together from where she still sat next to Bo, now taking his head into her lap so he might rest for a minute.

“I-I’m sorry! I… I didn’t know he’d take’em all! I didn’t know!” Lester was sobbing desperately now, ringing the baggy between his hands. Vincent’s shoulders twitched.

“I said to get the FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE LESTER! BEFORE I FUCKIN’ KILL YA!” Vincent bellowed, clawing into Lester's shoulders and throwing him toward the door.

She’d flinched now. She’d never heard Vincent so much as raise his voice in all the time she’d spent at Ambrose. She grabbed onto Bo and watched silently, too afraid to dare interrupt them. Lester skitted against the floor and looked back from where he’d been thrown and just stared back at his brother, tears having been falling down his face the moment he’d realized what had happened to Bo.

Lester shook his head at Vincent silently, desperate for his older brother to just take it back, to tell him this wasn’t his fault, to realize Lester was sorry because he was. But Vincent didn’t, at that moment he had no comfort to give, and it was at that moment she’d realized it. Vincent and Bo, despite their differences, were once the same flesh and blood. Still were. Vincent had the same rage within him as Bo, and that was a horrifying thought.

It was when Vincent took a single step toward his younger brother that Lester realized he had to leave. Lester took a step back, then another, and he kept doing so until he was to the frame of the front door, and with panic in his eyes like none other, he ran out the door toward his truck.

Vincent heaved suddenly, as if holding his breath, and his hands were suddenly to his mask, nearly clawing it off his face but it stayed fit to him.

She felt Bo stir as he attempted to place his arms below himself to sit up but he was still weak, so she simply held him as they sat on the floor, both soaked in his spew.

Then suddenly, before she knew it, she’d spoken so gently to him. “Let’s get you cleaned up in the bathroom”

She’d managed his jeans off him without having to cut them off and for a moment she looked up at him. She wanted to ask why, why he’d done this.

His eyes were closed and both his hands clasped the edge of the tub keeping him upright, but still he swayed forward and back.

She stayed quiet instead.

Hauling his jeans from his ankles and setting them next to the rest of his clothes, she stood up in front of him now.

She would’ve taken his clothes off him before putting him into the tub but as soon as she’d managed to get him into the bathroom he’d began to pass out again, and in a panic she’d laid him down into the tub, made sure the water was at least luke warm (she didn’t want to put his body into shock, any more than it already was) and showered him down from there.

If it worked when he was in a drunken stupor then maybe it’d work for an overdose. She wasn’t sure, but it’s all she could do at that point.

Now though, she reached for the towel still around his shoulders and pulled it tight against his chest. Goosebumps raised against his flesh and she wanted to get him upstairs to his bed in a clean and warm pair of pyjama pants before he’d pass out again.

She let out a quiet sigh. “You ready to go up to bed now Bo?” She was quiet, worried she’d scare him if she talked any louder. He took a deep breath to register her words before he nodded slowly.

“Alrighty dear, let’s get you to bed” she positioned herself under one of his arms before slinging said arm over her shoulders and leaning his weight onto her. Slowly from there they stood together and while Bo was weak and it took nearly two minutes to just reach the bathroom door, he was still standing despite it all.

Managing to exit the bathroom the aftermath of Vincent’s rampage was evident, glass shards and spilled liquor leaked out of the kitchen's doorway.

Vincent had made sure all alcohol within the Sinclair home would be destroyed before he so much as faced Bo again.

At that moment Bo's knees buckled for a moment and they both dropped suddenly to the floor, but she’d made sure to brace herself and pull Bo onto her side so her knees would scrape the floor before his could, absorbing the impact. They sat there a moment in silence. She breathed quietly then looked up to Bo.

“ ‘m sorry” he slurred quietly into her ear. She wasn’t sure what it was at that moment but hearing him so quiet and gentle did something and it all suddenly hit her at once.

She lowered her head so he wouldn’t see as tears welled up suddenly in her eyes.

“Vincent?” Her voice cracked and it came out far too quiet for anyone to even hear. Readying herself again before she could change her mind she called out again making sure she was loud enough that no matter where he was in the house Vincent would hear her “Vincent!”,

And suddenly he emerged from the kitchen and quickly made his way to the two on the floor, drastically far more gentle than he’d been moments ago.

“Can… Can you help me get him to his room?” Her voice came, out of breath and tired. Vincent pressed his hand to his brother's shoulder pushing it back so he could face him. For a second he stared at Bo, his eyes nearly closed once again, his jaw slightly lax.

Then suddenly Vincent’s taking Bo’s arm under himself, pulling Bo to his feet, she follows to stand up and take Bo’s other arm to help support his weight but in a swift motion Vincent manages to kick Bo’s legs out from under him and with his free arm grabs them, holding his brother on his own, bridal style. Bo slowly wraps his arms around his brother's neck and rests his face against his own arm and Vincent's shoulder.

She almost wants to laugh once more but doesn’t, she only smiles fondly at the brothers.

They make their way to Bo’s room carefully, she follows behind the twins as they make their way up the stairs to make sure Vincent doesn’t slip. They manage their way down the upstairs hallway and it is up to her to open Bo’s bedroom door for the two.

She doesn’t bother turning the light on, only clears a path for Vincent to Bo’s bed. Her, kicking and tossing Bo’s dirty and unfolded clothes and cans to the side of the room. She reaches the bed first and pulls the unmade beds cover and sheets to one side so Vincent can place his brother down.

As he does Bo clings to him for a moment before Vincent’s removing Bo’s arms from around his neck like a child. She brings the covers up to Bo resting them just below his shoulders and as she does this Vincent is already leaving nearly out of the door now. She looks back at him as he leaves wondering how he can leave so quickly. But then again, she’s not his brother. Not his twin. Not his flesh, bone, and blood. She's not Vincent.

She turns back to Bo and he’s moved over to his side now. Any thought of attempting to dress him leaves her, he seems content enough and she doesn’t want to disturb him.

She brushes a few stray, damp locks out of his eyes and stares at him for a moment before she realises she should go back down stairs to clean up the glass, liquor, and vomit. Obviously periodically checking up on Bo. She resigns herself to it and turns to leave.

“[y/n]?” Bo’s voice is faint and if there was any other noise in the room she might’ve not heard it but she does, so she turns back to him at his bedside once more.

“Yes hun? You need anything?” His eyes are still closed and he gives no indication he even heard her but he continues. “Will… will ya lay with me a bit? I don’t feel good” he whines and her lips form a line as she tries to hold back the emotions his words cause her to feel before she sighs and smiles, even if he can’t see it.

“Of course hun”.

After grabbing the trash can in his room, setting it to his bedside, and finding a half full water bottle and placing it on his bedside table, she climbs carefully over him and lays behind him, his back to her.

She rubs his back and shoulders gently in the silence, trying to ease him,

And suddenly despite it all she can’t help but tell him.

“Bo? You know me and your brothers love you, right?” He doesn’t respond, and she assumes he’s far too out of it to understand what she said so she just continues to rub his back.

What she doesn’t know is that Bo bites his lip silently as he forces his eyes closed to let tears begin to fall down his cheeks silently. He then begins to shake.

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax bo #house of wax vincent #house of wax lester #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax fanfiction #house of wax fanart #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair fanart #vincent sinclair fanart #house of wax x reader #my writing

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yourlocalcryingcryptid · 1 year

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SLASHER SHOWDOWN

Hill-Billy brawl!

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bruhhhh-huhhhhh · 11 months

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Hi bean!! I was wondering if I could get a match-up? I'm 22 afab my pronouns are she/they and my favorite movies are tcm(1&2) and House of Wax (2005) . I dress late 80s-Early 90s grunge/hippie fashion and some of my hobbies include taxidermy listening to music and art. My personality type is INTP and I'm a virgo if that matters. I'm really in to witchcraft/spiritual shit and I'm chunky. Tysm you're one of my favorite blogs!! <33 👹

I just sent the ask abt the match up and I completely forgot to add my favorite band and height 😭

Height:5'6

Favorite band: the front bottoms or Fleetwood Mac

Of Course!

I match you with...

Lester Sinclair!

Let's be honest, he absolutely loves chunkier people. The chunkier the better! Honestly, he strikes me as the kind of guy to say that there's just more of you to love.

And he's absolutely right

He will absolutely let you taxidermy any of the roadkill that he picks up. Might even help (if you show him what to do. He's a natural)

He'll definitely watch the TCM movies with you.

MOVIE MARATHONNNNN

Lester is just barely taller than you, but he takes full advantage of it.

"Les, I can't reach the cereal."

"Hmm? What was that short stuff? Can't reach?"

He couldn't reach it either...

Anywaysssss Lester will always spend money to get you new clothes that he'll think you like

Might even change out his regular clothes to match yours

He'll always let you play music in the car. Or anywhere else

Will also ask Vincent for art supplies for you

He'll also take you on dates where you two just paint and listen to music

#matchups!#slasher matchups #slasher x reader #house of wax lester #lester sinclair x reader #house of wax #lester sinclair

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sprite-real · 1 year

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S/O with eczema || Part 2 w/ Sinclair Brothers. (Bo, Vincent & Lester.)

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Lowkey turning this into a series, but I honestly need the comfort myself, my eczema’s been really bad lately, and also having trypophobia… I’ve been having those scenarios that I won’t get to deep into other than damn, I hate the human mind!

Warnings: Topics of self-harm and some blood. Maybe a tad bit suggestive on Bo’s part? Other than that pure fluff!

Do not repost my writing anywhere, steal/claim as yours, I work hard with what I write!

Please enjoy <3

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Bo Sinclair

You were more than likely to hide your eczema from Bo at first for your insecurities of those damned rashes, but Bo caught on really quick.

He noticed your scratching and how’d sometimes you’d take way longer in the bathroom.

He finally confronted you about it and you came clean, telling him how you thought your eczema was ugly.

Bo would take a moment before trying his hand at comforting you, (is it the best? No not really but he’s trying.) he holds you and listens to your woes, running his fingers through your hair.

He’d tell you that worrying over something like that was stupid and he could care less about how the rashes looked on you. And if you keep going on about it? He’ll get you to stop talking about it with a little bit of… Body worshipping. ;)

Overall, Bo doesn’t care about your eczema, but he will keep a closer eye on you when he gets the chance, he can’t always but when he does and he sees you scratching, he tells you to knock it off, sometimes he’ll even grab your hands. He’s a bit rough, but he’s trying to do this for your benefit!

Vincent Sinclair

Okay Vincent would never judge you on looks, EVER. He loves you for your beautiful and nurturing personality, so I feel like you’d be more open about it.

It’d probably come up in a more casual conversation with him, and he’d grow curious and ask more about it.

When you explain more about the damned curse, he kinda takes note and honestly does some of the smallest yet sweetest gestures for you! He’ll leave you cute little notes on the bathroom mirror about how beautiful your body is.

He’d do some research on it when he’s taking some breaks from his art pieces and would Google some reliefs for your eczema then get Bo to run some errands for him. He surprises you with all kinds of lotions and eczema creams!

He’ll actually take showers with you to help rub the new soaps he got for you onto your skin. And as much as you may dislike cold baths (or you don’t) you’re gonna take a cold shower. He wants to help soothe that itch and fast.

At night he’d have you pressed up close to him and would rub his calloused fingers along your rough patches, spelling out sweet little words on them.

Lester Sinclair

This would most likely be brought up later on in your relationship, as with Lester, conversation would always be switching to different topics in an instance, and you’re always having so much fun you forget to bring it up!

It’s when he catches you scratching yourself to the point you bleed he panics. He’s rushing around getting whatever bandages he has and cleaning you up.

You have to calm him down and calmly explain that you got eczema, explain what it does to ya and such, and he’ll understand! He’s had plenty of rashes before, and he’ll feel really bad because you’re dealing with them every day.

Really puts in the effort to keep you distracted and also asking his older brothers for advice.

Always has Jonesy near you so your hands are petting her instead scratching at your skin.

He drags you along so you can join him when he’s working! Now he isn’t gonna make you touch anything you don’t want too, he just wants you to tag along so he can keep an eye on you, he doesn’t want to see ya scratching and bleeding. And plus… It’s really nice to have you with him all the time. <3

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That’s all for now, I’ll be making more parts in the future and I may do some rewriting for Tommy and Bubba, BUT that is for another time! Have a wonderful day or night everybody, hope you enjoyed! 🎃

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cherubfae · 2 months

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jealous slashers~!✧

With Michael, Brahms, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Sawyer, Sal Fisher, & Patrick Bateman

tags: gn!reader, jealousy, creepy men, unwanted attention/touching, uggestive and mature themes, gore/blood, violence, canon typical behavior, billy x reader x stu poly, rob zombie!mikey, I know Sal isn't exactly a slasher but he's my baby and needs to be included

Alexa, play Love to Die by the Slashstreet Boys

Michael

Rest in Peace to the poor, stupid man who thought it'd be a good idea to mess with the Shape's partner, and Michael had witnessed it all. How this man shoves you into an empty alleyway, the clatter of your groceries falling. The guy doesn't get much more than a few bruises and claw marks when Michael's knife slices through the back of the man's throat, protruding from the other end in a splash of blood. The Shape watches you wipe your bloody face off, not doing much but picking up three of your four fallen bags and tugging you into his side.

Brahms

Absolutely not. Brahms is fuckin' seething from his safe space sheltered behind the walls. Heavy breathing muffled by the porcelain mask, he watches with wild eyes as some idiot decides to break into the mansion whilst you were sleeping, and proceeds to hold you at knifepoint, effectively pinning you to the bed in what little nightclothes you wore. The unwanted guest and you are certainly going to know when Brahms is upset. There's banging on the walls coming from every direction that leaves the would-be burglar panicked and you slightly more comfortable.

"You're not allowed to be here," comes the eerily childlike voice Brahms has perfected. He crawls his way out from behind the large antique mirror. "I'll make sure you never come near them again." With a sudden slam, Brahms downs the intruder with a lead pipe repeatedly bashing the object until all that remains was brain matter and gooey blood. He drops the pipe with a huff and collects you into his arms, the cool porcelain biting onto the heat of your chest.

Jason

As the protector of the surrounding forest, Jason is always watching. He's omnipotent, he sees all. He seems to know where people are at all times and he can sense when you're in distress. Your shared cabin door left ajar sends his blood boiling and his heavy footfall increasing as he approaches your home. Barging in, Jason's pale eyes lock onto you and your assailant holding you by the throat. His thunderous steps are quick, slicing through the man with his machete and proceeds to lift him up while still pierced with the blade. The man gurgles, arms weakly reaching behind him in attempts to claw at Jason. All attempts were futile. He tossed the body to the side before he gently frets over you, his large hands soothing the fingerprints tarnishing your throat.

Billy & Stu

Rather snake-like the two will wrap themselves around you (they adore your personal space) and stare down whoever else demands your attention. Billy's arm hooks around your waist and Stu wraps himself around your shoulder, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" Looking like a shark that's tasted blood in the water, Billy's eyes grow more wild. He's already making a mental note of who and where this guy lives. The guy raised his hands in defense backing down the more the two stared at him, walking off completely.

"We're gonna take care of him, doll," Billy promises, kissing your cheek. Stu cackles lightly, tongue sticking out. They would strike tonight.

Vincent

There's no one Vincent trusts more to watch over you when he can't than his own two brothers. He had his hands full, turning Dalton and Wade into wax people. Nick and Carly were proving to be hard to get a hold of and there was still another tourist that needed to be taken care of.

But then Bo is telling him that the person escaped and he doesn't know where you were. His two worst fears confirmed. Vincent is soon on a wild hunt, trying to find you anywhere with Bo hot on his heels. He soon locates you, passed out with a bit of blood on your head. Your eyes slowly open as he touches your cheek, catching you as you wobble into his warm embrace. He shares a look with Bo who nods.

"I've got you, brother. Keep them here with ya. Wait til I'm back, ya hear?"

Out in public, he's all cordial and kind smiles. Especially if this is an intended victim. Some random person putting the moves on his partner is a huge no-no and one Bo doesn't take lightly. That person just warranted themselves a for sure death sentence and Bo isn't feeling too kind, so perhaps he'll drag things out, yeah? Touch what's his and you got what's comin' to ya.

"Can I see, baby? That bastard leave any marks on ya?" Bo strokes your shoulders, blue eyes drifting over your frame like water. He has every intention of marking every place that person touched, no matter if you tell Bo the guy only grabbed your arm. Once he has his mind set on something, he's gonna do it.

Lester

Unlike his older twin brothers, Lester is actually pretty chill. Especially in comparison to Bo. He doesn't think much of the people he's helping get into Ambrose knowing full well it's their final destination and Vincent and Bo will take care of things as they always have. What he doesn't like is some dude making a pass at you right in front of him. Can't he see the engagement ring on your finger? It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, watching with narrowed eyes as the small group heads towards the mechanic shop in search of a fan belt.

A familiar hand on his arm calms him down instantly. He turns to you and musters a weak smile as your hands slide around his torso from behind, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. "Y'alright?" Lester nods too quickly and unconvincingly, giving you a quick kiss. "Yeah, darl', always."

Thomas

Your partner is not unlike a bear, watching with wild eyes as one of Hoyt's new catches clasps onto you, their nails digging into your arms, and pinning you to the barbed fence. The cry of pain you let out has Tommy barreling towards you, chainsaw revving to life. A deep snarl echoes behind his mask and he wastes no time cutting down the poor soul with a single swipe of his motorized saw. Tommy turns it off and picks you up in his large arms as gently as he can. With his masked cheek leaning against yours, he carries you back towards the house. Mama Luda Mae will take a good look at you.

Sal Fisher

Honestly Sal isn't one to get jealous. He's pretty level-headed and understanding in most situations. He respects your choices and he's not gonna step on any toes or do anything drastic; Sal isn't a monster. However, if he sees some guy make a creepy pass at you and clearly overstep your boundaries, he won't hesitate to swoop in, looping his arm around your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes staring at the man from behind his prosthetic mask.

"Do we have a problem here?" His voice is cold, lacking any interest in what excuse the man finds. Sal's main focus will be on you, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. His main priority is to get you away from this sicko and would totally call in reinforcements from his brother Larry if need be.

Patrick

A jealous Patrick Bateman isn't a good scenario for anyone. Especially not with his deteriorating mental state. He trusts you explicitly, with his thoughts, ideas, and recreational hobbies that most would find distasteful. So when a colleague of his gets too big for his britches and unabashedly begins to flirt with you in his presence, Patrick finds it difficult to keep his boiling bloodlust at bay. The heat of his anger is getting to his head, the fierce emotions only swelling well it's clear how uncomfortable you look in that man's company. He must see to put an end to him quickly.

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"Are you alright, my darling? That man surely didn't know his place, did he?" Patrick places a hand at your back, guiding you out of the office party. "Let's get you home and into a nice hot bath, hmm? I'd rather not taste that swine on your lovely skin."

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Dear, writter

May i've a request for Thomas hewitt, Bubba Sawyer,bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, and Vince Sinclair, With a hot wife fem reader, I want to see their life being a father to a hot fem reader. Because that is my dream. 💫Fluff💫

Please.... Your writing is so gorgeous 💋💋 master 🌹🌹🌹

Thank you so much

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SLASHERS with a F! S/O who is their hot wife

THOMAS HEWITT

Everyone in town was shocked when you and Thomas got married

Thomas included but he never said anything about it

His family thought you were way out of his league, Hoyt was never afraid to comment on this to your face

But you love Thomas, he was a good man

So when he'd finally, finally, proposed to you, of course you'd said yes

When he found out you were having his child? He was over the moon

Luda May was almost as overjoyed, already making arrangements for the baby's room, making clothes, etc

She couldn't wait to be a grandmother and Thomas couldn't wait to be a father

When the baby's due date was getting closer, you could tell Thomas was nervous about if the baby would come out looking like him

But you reassured him that, no matter what your baby looked like, you would love it the same way you loved him

He was good with the baby, so gentle and patient, always happy to help when it cried

If Hoyt ever tried to give either of you a hard time, Thomas actually violently defended you, sometimes tossing Hoyt across the room with one arm

He'd never let anything hurt you or your baby

BUBBA SAWYER

Like Thomas, everyone was surprised when you and Bubba got married

Though his family were far more excited about it! After all, their brother was quite the catch

You got along well with his family even before you moved in, with Chop Top and Nubbins always commenting to Bubba how lucky he was to have such a hot wife

It always made your husband get all flustered, babbling soft nonsense. He was cute

When you got pregnant, Bubba and the Sawyer family were over the moon

Family was extremely important to them and they were happy for you and Bubba

When Nubbins made a very ugly little hat for the baby, you accepted it but told him gently it'd be too big for their head but that you'd grow into it. He was excited about that prospect

Chop Top and Drayton helped Bubba set up the nursery so you could just relax

And when the baby was born, Bubba was so scared of holding something so fragile and precious

But you helped him, guiding his arms to hold the baby, and he was in shock and awe

He'd never thought he'd get married, much less to someone as gorgeous as you, and have a child together

Bubba was a nervous father, usually letting your kid get away with anything so you had to be the rule-setter when it came to the kid

His brothers were menaces when it came to babysitting their niece or nephew

But both you and Bubba were happy. He'd protect you both, no matter what

BO SINCLAIR

Honestly? This was a major win in Bo's mind

If you think he doesn't show off for you, you're wrong. That man takes every opportunity to

He also definitely flexed to his brothers about scoring the hottest wife ever

Of course, his brothers were very nice and respectful with you, though Bo wouldn't let them be too friendly

He's got a jealousy streak

Whenever visitors arrive to Ambrose, he's always got his arm around you or bragging about you when you're not around

He's whipped, you've got him wrapped around your finger

But when you tell him your pregnant, you're shocked at how scared he becomes

Of course, he doesn't show it visibly, but you know your husband and you can tell when he's nervous about something

Eventually, when he starts trying to pull away from you, you corner him and make him talk

Some yelling and fighting ensues but he caves, confessing he's scared he wouldn't be a good father. I mean, he didn't exactly have the best role model and he didn't want you or your babies to suffer for it

But you reminded him you were in this together and he'd relax a little

You had twins, because of course you did, but this only seemed to make Bo all the more anxious

He didn't exactly... know what to do with a baby? He'd never really been around infants so he's looking to you for help on this one

When they're a bit older though, he'll let them hang out in the auto shop with him when he works

One day you come home to find him asleep on the couch with the twins curled up on his chest and you just melt

He's a good dad and a good husband

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent was shocked you'd said yes when he proposed

He didn't consider himself attractive in the slightest but you said yes?!

I mean, you were stunning, he'd stared at you constantly even when you were dating and it certainly didn't stop when you were married

Bo and Lester were definitely jealous, teasing him to see him get flustered over how lucky he was

Unlike Bo, when he found out you were pregnant, he was excited

Nervous, absolutely, but everyone is nervous when they're having their first kid

He's so wary for you though, nearly had you on bedrest the entire pregnancy because he feared the worst

One time he caught you standing on a chair to reach something and he nearly had a conniption

But the twins came - because of course they were twins - and were healthy and beautiful

Vincent is so gentle with them, like they're the most precious things in the world to them

He makes little wax sculptures for their room to decorate it

Definitely encourages and supports creative hobbies for the kids! He gets them finger paints and crayons and the like

You've woken up in the night because of the babies crying but Vincent is already up, ready to help

Vincent's mastered carrying them both with an arm each and its very cute

Sometimes you catch him holding one of the twins and humming softly to them as they sleep in his arms, just swaying together in the kitchen

You feel so lucky but he feels even luckier to have you and your kids

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester is by far the most... stable? So you'd been instantly drawn to that about him

He'd always get so flustered, bringing you flowers and blushing like a madman while you were dating

It took him the longest to propose to you though, he always felt like you were waaaay out of his league

Visitors came and would gawk at you and he'd feel a twinge of jealousy at the reminder that yeah, you could have anyone

But he did propose to you and you said yes because you wanted him, not anyone else

Neither of you had any shame in PDA, often holding hands or kissing in front of visitors

You lived with Lester and Jonesy in a little house on the outskirts of the town, surrounded by trees and very peaceful compared to the horrors of Ambrose

It had actually been Lester who suggested having a kid or two running around. After all, he had two older brothers so he was used to that business in a house with lots of people living in it

Over time, the two of you would have two kids, but they weren't twins

Lester was a good dad too! He was attentive and loving but he didn't let them get away with too much

He'd teach them how to shoot when they were a bit older because it was a fond memory he had with his own dad

Of course, Lester didn't have the best dad to draw comparison to

But at least he knew what not to do. Surely that counted for something?

You'd come home from working a short shift to find Lester and the kids playing in the backyard, running about with Jonesy as they played soccer

Both you and Lester would do anything for your kids and you knew he'd do anything for you

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