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agendabymooner · 11 months

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supermodel ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

"yeah, she's a master, my compliments."

summary: an episode of the måneskin tour vlog was uploaded and people are not having it. OR lester really tried not to cry as she spoke about her engagement and life with daniel ricciardo. danny only wanted to fulfill her dream without her worrying about the cost.

content warning: brief use of explicit language, fluff, dirty jokes (no smut), lester being me irl (mentions of money and middle class girlies), måneskin members making their appearance, smau/video clips content.

note: writing this to fulfill my imagination that someone would come swooping in and save me from my student loan (a joke, i will be pursuing press relations this year hopefully). i'm going to uni this year. also. we've had way too much unhinged danny and lester. that's why most of the posts i'm uploading are fluff or relating to babysitting toto wolff's kids. enjoy xx

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MÅNESKIN TOUR VLOG #2

[first caption: (italian) my fiancé is asking me if we should have a rustic-themed wedding. i told him "mio caro, if we want a good marriage, we can't use our yeehaw persona as a factor of our wedding!" he asked me if i had an input, all i said was "i haven't thought of anything yet."]

[second: person: and your wedding is in december. lester: we've hired a wedding planner, of course. whenever he's on a race or at home and i'm touring we would have a zoom meeting with our coordinator. i'm not being useless, i promise. my planner has been useful so far, and we've already come up with guests, location, entourages. it's challenging but exciting.]

[third: (italian) "your wedding is going to be amazing, from what i can hear" i hope so. danny pushed me into planning it out with him because i've told him about not wanting to impose. everything were so expensive- i still think everything's pricey. he pushed me, asking me what i want for our wedding. he didn't like it when i think about money, because apparently it's stopping me from pursuing my dreams.]

[fourth: (italian) i like to be independent and earn money on my own. but the kind of wedding that i wanted-it wasn't on my budget. when danny said "tell me what you want" all i can think about is him taking control of the matter. his budget, not mine. beggars can't be choosers.]

[fifth: he wants an answer. at first i wanted to joke, but then i remembered vividly watching a tape from the wedding of princess diana. she had this really nice dress. and she got married and she had all of these pictures in a palace. i told him, "if you don't mind, i would like to get married in a castle. be a princess for a day." he looked at me funny for thinking that he would be bothered by anything that i'm saying]

[sixth: i still feel like i'm imposing whenever i get invited to gatherings with/by his friends or family. it's like the same with (my) paddock passes- i know i've earned my place but it still feels like i'm not one of them and never will be. but the thing is: i love danny. he makes me feel like i belong somehow. and i feel like i'd be more than willing to give my body and soul to him as soon as he asks for it.]

[seventh: *sniffles* (italian) i need to stop speaking about him especially if he's not here. he's got some sort of sense when i speak about him and he'd text me (to ask) if i was chatting shit. but he's been amazing. i cannot imagine spewing out the worst things especially to/about him. those two years of being together and my six years of pining on twitter were worth it. i just hope he sees me as his equal not as a burden.]

bonus !!!

f1tillywolff posted !

user1 replied: "he's fiancé" sounds like danny saying "i'm baby!" while sipping on an apple juice lmfao 🤣

user2 replied: i'm sure with learning how to speak french fast, she should be able to learn and speak wombat.

user3 replied to user2: bestie wtf is speaking wombat? 😭

user2 replied to user3: it's when you can't speak joey, you resort to wombat.

f1tillywolff posted !

user1 replied: why am i even excited for the reception nood art painting 💀 it's nice to know she's still as messy

user2 replied: first pic really said "lester alessandro, h0rny on main, caught in 4k" 😔

f1tillywolff replied to user2: nah that's just lester being lester. it's been the wildest 2 years for us danester dumpster fans.

user3: her attention going from her fiancé to the mechanical bull really shows you where her priorities lie 🤡🤣

loressandro replied to user3: everything reminds me of him 🤠

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wispyhearts-heaven · 1 year

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might I suggest

(sorry if I sent something like this before, I literally just copied it from another ask I sent another blog)

"that's literally just such a THING in my mind, like I love all of the Sinclairs anyway, so the idea of Bo just shamelessly fingering me while Vincent and Lester are watching?

like, he's explicitly inviting them to watch?"

- 🔪

Yeeee

Shameless Bo 😍

Minors: Do Not Interact

Warnings: So Sinclair, smut, exhibition kink, AFAB reader

Slashers/Pairings: Bo Sinclair x reader

Bo had an exhibition kink, you always knew but it was especially obvious when he fucked you against the glass of the garage.

Sure, maybe no one could see you but with the way he was speaking... Yeah, he had an exhibition kink.

He started getting riskier with it as you got more used to it.

It started with the both of you in the kitchen. You were leaning against the kitchen counter and he came up behind you. His fingers running over your stomach as he pressed his cock into you. You were almost surprised to feel how hard it was.

"Really? Right here?"

He huffed against your ear and you can hear the smile as he talked to you. "You got a problem with that baby?" He asked as his hand found his way to the buttons on your shorts. "You didn't have a problem with it yesterday."

"That was different." You argued, although it barely made much difference as you jokingly nudged him. He found the zipper and pulled it down as he kissed at your neck. "I knew Lester wasn't around."

"Lester could only wish you were his, baby." He said as he shoved your pants down your legs, his hands finding their way to your clit. "Look at you, already wet for me."

You hear Lester before you see him, his boyish laugh sounding outside. You know it's lunchtime, which is why you had originally been in the kitchen.

"Bo." You groaned quietly.

"I know baby, I know." But he didn't pull away. Instead, he pushed a finger into your cunt, a moan from your mouth following his actions. The door opened, and Bo urged you to remove your pants and put your legon the counter. "Put your pretty pussy on display for them."

You rest your head against his shoulder, rolling to the side as you let out a breathy moan, your cunt clenching around his fingers as he adds another into you.

To your chagrin, it's not just Lester, but Vincent as well. "Bo." You whisper, which turns into a whimper as he pumps up into you, his other hand coming down to rub your clit.

"Let them see you."

Lester and Vincent will have no idea what to do. While Lester will probably hide a smirk, Vincent's eyes will roam over your body, probably trying to ignore the fact it's his brother touching you.

Bo's going to ride your orgasm for a while. He wants you to be making eye contact with his brothers as you gush over his hands while he coos in your ear.

Will definitely make you suck your orgasm off his fingers and then will walk away and leave you to be embarrassed in front of his brothers.

Don't worry, he's not giving himself blue balls, he'll fuck you tonight. One step at a time.

#wispywrites #wispyanon #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #how 2005

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doomh3ad · 2 years

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Bo Sinclair with a (horny on main) AFAB reader who purposely fucked up her car near Ambrose just to meet him 👉👈

I’m a feral animal for the way you write him I am so sorry

-Housewife Anon 🧁

YESSS IVE BEEN SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS ... FUCK your fan belt i want bo's belt smh. innacurate description of cars bc idk abt them (bo should teach me sometime). also inappropriate use of the hood of a car. they fuck on a car is what i'm saying. bo used way too many nicknames bc it's hot idc.

bo sinclair + AFAB! reader who fucked up her car to meet him (nsfw under cut)

"Need a hand there, darlin'?" You hear a distinct southern accent coming from behind you.

You turn to see the smoking hot mechanic you were told about, running a hand through his annoyingly perfect hair. His sharp suit throws you off, but you understand when you remember the funeral Lester warned you about in the church.

"Oh! You're Bo, right? Yeah, I don't know what's wrong with her, thought she just needed filled up-" you wonder if he'll catch your double meaning - "but I'm hopeless with cars."

Are you batting your eyelashes too much? Maybe tone it down a little - no, wait, he seems interested.

Bo raises an eyebrow and grins, subtly trailing his eyes up and down your figure.

"Well, sweetheart, you just let me see if I can't work my magic on her. I'll open her up, you just relax yourself and have fun in town, how's that sound?" Bo offers, now less subtly eyeing the outfit you picked out specially for the occasion.

"Sounds great," you reply, almost breathlessly. Something about his southern charm is making your head spin, and you leave with Bo's reassurance that your car will be taken care of in less than an hour.

You decide to spend your time at the wax museum, it being the only other interesting attraction in the little town of Ambrose other than their ridiculously attractive mechanics. You're admiring a wax figurine when you start to wonder if Bo is able to tell that you broke that fan belt on purpose. In your defence, it probably needed replaced anyways. And it wasn't like you'd miss the opportunity to meet (and hopefully do more than meet) Bo Sinclair.

Speaking of him, it was probably time to get back to the gas station. But he was nowhere to be found, the station empty. You began to worry a little when you see your car, but no Bo - was your plan foiled?

A sharp whistle interrupts you from your thoughts, and, once again, Bo is behind you, smirking at your surprise. He lets his hand lazily rest on your waist when he comes closer to hand you your keys.

"Car's ready when you are, doll. Unless you're planning to stick around for a while?"

Was that an invitation? Maybe you should see how far you can push this. Does he want what you want?

"How much do I owe you?"

You reach up a hand to wipe off a dark smudge on his cheek, cheeks heating up at how his frustratingly handsome face breaks into a sweet smile.

"You don't owe me nothin', happy to help. Now you let me know if there's anything else I can do for you, got that?"

It's your breaking point. Your hand moves to his perfect jawline and tilts his head down to yours for a long-awaited kiss, Bo's grip on your waist becoming more confident. He breaks away to move you until your back is on the hood of your car, caging you in with his body on top of you. It's then that he asks if you're sure, if this is what you want, if you're comfortable. The eager 'yes, please' he receives rewards you with a delighted chuckle from Bo, unbuttoning his shirt as you likewise free yourself of yours.

The electricity in the moment, the way his lips leave marks as he kisses down your chest, ridding you of all your clothes on his journey...this is what you came to Ambrose for. Bo stops his venture momentarily to unbuckle his belt, but not before giving you a taste of what his wicked tongue can do.

"How 'bout I see what else I can work my magic on, honey?" He quips at you, flashing that grin.

You got precisely what you bargained for.

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cabinofimagines · 6 months

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So it begins (Halloweek 2023)

A/N: I'll be expecting lots of comments and likes on this or we won't post the rest you've been warned -Danny Words: 1,167 Warnings: This ofc follows our Halloweek timeline therefore everyone is of age but it's all platonic dw

next >

Apollo is worried.

Meg asked him to deliver the invites for this year's Halloween party to all of their friends, and he thought it would take two, maybe five seconds to visit everyone. He was wrong.

Now that he's a god again, he's able to visit everyone at the same time, but since we don't have the power to read all of the interactions at once, let's start with the ones at Camp Jupiter.

Apollo—dressed as Lester—knocked on Hazel's front door and waited. Now, time's a bit funky when you're a god, so he could be wrong, but he kind of felt like it took way too long for Hazel to show up and open up.

When she did, she looked like she'd spent the whole month hybernating.

"Lester," her expression changed right away, and she tried to reach for her sword except she didn't have it at the moment. "What is it? What happened?"

"Greetings, Praetor!" Lester smiled, handing her a bright orange envelope. "You are cordially invited to Meg's Halloween party! Costumes required, drinks are optional."

Hazel blinked, her mouth forming a silent "O" when he explained the reason of his visit.

"Anyway, the invite's for you and Frank, obviously, we're not wasting paper if you guys are coming together anyway," Lester paused and studied her looks. "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah!" She fixed her posture. "Sorry, I was taking a nap so..."

"Got it, got it," Lester grinned. "Well, see you at the party!"

Hazel tried not to look as freaked out as she felt, she nodded and smiled. "Sure! See ya!"

Next up was Jason. He opened right away, but he looked just as tired as Hazel. When he saw Lester at the doorway he frowned.

"This is the worst kind of deja vu," he muttered.

"Good to see you too!" Lester replied happily, though he was starting to sense that something wasn't quite right with his friends. He handed Jason the envelope. "Party at Meg's, costumes, food, you know the drill."

Jason took the invitation and stared at it for a little too long, Lester cleared his throat to get his attention.

"Have we misspelled Jason, or...?"

The boy shook his head and tried for a smile, but he was a terrible liar. "No it's fine, I was er... just thinking about some stuff I gotta do before I leave for the party."

"Busy man, aren't you, little brother?" Lester patted his shoulder proudly.

"Please don't ever call me that."

"I'll think about it," He winked at him.

Since Grover offered to take the invite to Percy and Annabeth the last time he'd visited Meg, Lester's next visit was to Piper.

This time he made sure not to show up at an inconvenient time, which meant he showed up when she was just coming back from her last class of the day.

Piper was so done with everything that she didn't even panic when she spotted Lester on her bed. She nudge him to the side and fell face-first on the mattress.

"What?" She asked against her pillow.

Lester looked at her with worry. "Am I missing something? All of you look really tired, is there a new war going on?"

"Yeah, it's called midterms," Piper groaned. "Why are you visiting us?"

Lester placed her invitation on the pillow. "Halloween is this weekend."

The girl lifted herself up abruptly and seized the envelope. "Crap," she stated.

Lester started to feel anxious. Had everyone forgotten? They weren't thinking about ditching Meg's party, right? That would suck.

"I take that none of you remembered?"

Piper's face was easy to read. "No, no! Don't worry, I'll be there."

Lester didn't want to pressure anyone, but he also didn't want Meg to get hurt. "Well, if you need any help you can call anytime."

Piper smiled and placed the invitation on her nightstand. "Thanks, man."

"Yeah," he got up to leave. "Take your nap."

Leo was the only one so far that looked the same as always. He was fixing a bike on the rooftop of the waystation, and when Lester showed up, he seemed happy to see him.

"Hey, man!" The young man got up and grabbed a dirty cloth to sort of clean up before shaking Lester's hand. "What's up?"

"Halloween party at Meg's," Lester handed him his invite.

"Oh, right!" Leo seized the envelope and read it briefly. "Cool, yeah," he looked up and smiled. "You guys need help with the decorations or something?"

"Nah, the dryads and satyrs took over," Lester said.

Leo raised a brow. "Really? And they did a good job?"

"Hey, don't use that haughty tone, they are experts at parties!"

"Alright, fine!" Leo raised his hands in surrender. "Well, yeah I'll be there. You told everyone else yet?"

"Yeah, I'm on it," Lester tilted his head, paying attention to the other interactions. "They don't seem excited this year."

Leo grinned knowingly. Truth be told, he was freaking out a little as well, but he was good at hiding that sort of stuff. Time had gone by way too fast this year, he hadn't even realized it was October.

"We're all adults now, man, stuff get in the way, but we'll be there no matter what."

"Yeah," Lester sighed, humans had the bad habit of aging too quickly.

Nico and Y/N were a whole other story. They were together on the rec room, and when Lester showed up Nico welcomed him with a crooked smile.

"About time! We were starting to wonder if Meg had forgotten."

Lester pulled out the two orange invitations and smiled. "Never!"

"Nice!" Y/N examined the piece of paper with excitement. "Can't wait! It took Cal like a whole week to finish my costume, it's gonna be amazing."

"Meg said she was cool with me summoning a few ghosts to act as waiters for her party," Nico grinned, pushing the letter on his pocket. "It's going to be awesome."

"Are you taking the cocoa puffs with you?" Y/N asked with curiosity.

"Of course," Nico snorted. "Already have their costumes planned out."

"Aww, that's cute," Lester beamed. "I'm glad you two didn't forget, everyone else seems... sort of dead."

Y/N frowned. "What do you mean?"

Lester shrugged. "Doesn't look like they're feeling it this year, Piper mentioned some midterms, whatever that means..."

Nico and Y/N shared a look, but whatever they were thinking, they didn't mention it to Lester.

"You probably caught them in a bad moment," Nico brushed it off.

"Yeah, we'll be having our monthly meeting tomorrow, I'm sure everyone will want to talk about how excited they are about the party."

Lester cheered up at this. "Yeah, that's probably it! Well, see you guys this weekend!"

"Bye, Lester!"

"See you."

The god vanished and left the two demigods alone. Y/N looked at Nico and scowled.

"They definitely forgot."

"Definitely," Nico smirked and fell back on the couch, eating a fistful of popcorn. "Can't wait for tomorrow's meeting."

#halloween verse #halloween fic #pjo fanfic #heroes of olympus #toa #danny's writing

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mydaroga · 1 year

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I know paul's well off but as a fan of his, i cant help but be a bit depressed & irked whenever i come across people belittling him

Like have you even heard any of his songs???? Most of the time, they haven't / make assumptions based on either wonderful christmas time, ebony & ivory, and the frog chorus (which are songs that i think that really don't deserve that much hate)

He was one of the most successful artists from the 70s for chrissake

And the continual canard that McCartney’s ‘stock was low’ in the 80s…it’s not remotely true, either creatively or commercially.

He was a bigger star in the 80s than yer Kershaws, Haywards, Howard Joneses, yet they’re the artists now synonymous with the decade.

It’s questionable how much the public genuinely give a toss about ‘cool’. I think a lot of the ‘his stock was low at this point’ stuff refers to what the music press (ie, a tiny coterie of gatekeepers) thought.

... And because of that I DESPISE JANN WENNER AND HIS CRONIES WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING.

Hello anon! I assume you're referring to the conversation going on in @pennielane's blog about Paul's rep and how various of us grew up thinking of him. I am going to babble a bit on this general theme because I am not sure if you're asking anything or need my clarification, but since I'm thinking about it and because I don't shut up, I'm going to. I invite you to let me know if I'm way off or if you are just venting, which I totally understand and is a-ok.

I know it's upsetting to keep hearing this trope, but I also think it is interesting that a lot of us grew up with it and I like to interrogate why. I think you're saying that that wasn't really the feeling amongst the general public (and it's true that he sold well, was popular, etc) but just the music gatekeepers. And I think you're right, but the reason I find this interesting is that it definitely (in my experience) bled into the general tenor of the conversation.

Like, growing up in the 80s, not a Beatles or a Paul fan, I definitely absorbed the notion that John was cool and Paul was not. (Which is why my current status is wondrously baffling to me.) That came from somewhere and I wasn't reading Rolling Stone or Lester Bangs. But I've always been inquisitive and absorbed a lot of the general conversation in the culture, so I think to some extent, there was that feeling. I think this is supported by the fact that that feeling did and to some extent still does exist within half-informed circles like musicians I know and people who aren't maybe fans per se but know enough about the Beatles to know about and parrot popular narratives.

As a counter, I have friends who are NOT Beatles fans, know nothing about the general narrative but know who Paul McCartney is, who don't at all remember a time Paul was on the "outs" and say to me, "I don't know what you mean, he was tremendously successful, what reputation?"

But the thing is, both are true. He was successful. The idea he wasn't creative or good or whatever is a myth, but it's definitely a myth that was circulated enough that child-me absorbed it from the general atmosphere, and I'm not the only one. So the canard "his stock was low in the 80s" is also true, from a critical POV that had repercussions at least in the minds of folks looking on.

So you're right. The general public doesn't give a toss whether he's cool, which we know because he's been very successful. But if it was just a small coterie of music writers who gave him a bad rap, that rap got transmitted to a lot of us anyway, and that's been such an interesting thing to discover in this journey of mine.

As always, please ignore if this is not what you meant or irrelevant to your message, I just wanted to expand on what I think we're talking about so my apologies if I got anything backwards.

#kris talks a lot #beatles meta #paul mccartney meta really #anon asks #the ask box

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livestrust · 3 years

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never forget i made Becker finally get his Campaign Medal for serving in Zone 1 under the banner of Operation Telic so shortly after the vanishing of the team and Sarah’s death that he felt much less pride than he perhaps should have done and instead went through the entire ceremony (very small, thank god, he didn’t want much and most people don’t even know he has it unless you see him in formals) burying a panic attack and the need to vomit.

#because i love him #there's a commemorative photograph #he has it up nowhere #the arc quietly ruining this man's career and soul: .....so proud #lester knows but wasn't invited #no one was haha #he then was promptly let go from government employment and sent right back to sandhurst for a year #before the arc went...... surprise we're back bitch get in here #becker vc: 2010 was a Long year

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slasherhaven · 2 years

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Can we get bo sinclair with a reader who is best friends with lester like they hang out allot and even cuddle well watching TV<cause platonic affection > and bo gets jealous and decides to remind them who they belong too?

-💋

Warnings: NSFW implications

Bo Sinclair with a S/O who is Best Friends with Lester Sinclair and likes to show Platonic Affection:

Bo is not a fan of how close you are to his younger brother. He never liked it, even before you were dating. Despite not dating at the time, Bo felt some sort of possessiveness over you, even if he was starting to assume that you and Lester might actually be dating each other.

Of course, you weren't dating Lester, he had just become your best friend in Ambrose. You had always been affectionate with your friends and Lester didn't seem to mind it, he actually seemed to enjoy it but he also didn't seem to think your affection meant anything more than friendship. It turned out, Lester was a pretty affectionate friend too.

Though, Bo didn't see it this way. The two of you spent a lot of time together, you would always greet him with a warm embrace, the two of you laughing together, you would grasp his hand to guide him where you wanted to go, you would save leftovers from meals for him to take home with him, you obviously cared for him. But the worst of it? The two of you would cuddle while watching television and it infuriated Bo to no end. What did his brother have that he didn't?

Admittedly, Bo was pretty surprised when he found out that you and Lester had no romantic feelings for each other. That surprise quickly turned into cockiness when he discovered that you actually had feelings for him instead.

He assumed that once the two of you started dating, which you were at this point, you would become less affectionate towards Lester. He was wrong. Lester was still your best friend and you still enjoyed spending time together, that wasn't going to stop just because you were dating his brother.

Bo could handle it for the most part, only because you managed to be even more affectionate towards him than Lester. Otherwise, it would have been a completely different story.

But today just crossed the line and made him snap. Lester had come into Ambrose and came up to the house, where you greeted him with a wide smile and a warm hug. Bo had left to tend to something in town and by the time he had returned, the two of you were curled up together on the couch, watching some old film that Lester had picked out.

The look on Bo's face gave his feelings away, his hardened features, dark eyes, and furrowed brow. Still, you perked up some more when he walked into the room.

"Bo" you smiled as you pulled away from Lester. "Come watch with us" you invited him over, shuffling over, a little closer to Lester, to give him enough space to sit beside you.

"No" he grunted at you before walking through into the kitchen.

The response made you frown as you watched him leave. He must have been in one of his bad moods again, you hated these days. You understood but you never liked when he would act distant. With a sigh, you deflated against Lester's shoulder.

"You okay?" Lester asked with a sigh of his own, wrapping an arm around you.

"Yeah" you mumbled, keeping your gaze on the television, the deterioration in your mood more than obviously.

"Don't worry, he's just in one of his moods" Lester assured you, giving your arm a squeeze and planting a quick, platonic, kiss to the top of your head to comfort you.

"Alright, that's enough" Bo's voice made you both snap your head towards him, seeing him standing in the doorway. You hadn't even heard him return.

"Bo?" you asked with a frown, shifting away from Lester, wanting to approach Bo but not knowing whether you should.

"I'm sick of this shit" Bo snarled.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" despite his clear anger, you showed concern as you pushed yourself up from the couch.

"Bo, you alright?" Lester asked, beginning to realise that this wasn't a random bad mood, something was bothering his brother.

"Get the fuck outta here!" Bo snapped at Lester, shocking him and you both.

Lester looked to you, silently asking if he should leave or try to stand his ground. "Don't worry, Les. I'll see you tomorrow" you assured him with a small smile.

Lester nodded as he stood from the couch. You went to give him a hug goodbye, as you usually would, but Bo caught your arm before you could. So, you just nodded at Lester before he left, seeming a little reluctant to do so.

Once the front door shut, you turned to Bo. "What's going on?" you asked with sincere concern, even if his behaviour seemed a little to aggressive.

"I'm sick of seein' you and my brother all over each other!" Bo shouted, as if it should have been obvious.

"...what?" your brows furrowed together in slight confusion.

"I come home to find ya fuckin' cuddled up with Lester, I'm sick of this shit" he wasn't shouting anymore but he was still seething. Pausing for a second, you just nodded, realising what was going on. You probably should have seen it sooner. "So, whatcha got to fuckin' say?" Bo asked, looking at you expectantly.

"I'm sorry, I...I didn't know it bothered you so much" you confessed. You knew he could be a jealous man but you had been close friends with Lester before you even started dating, so you figured he wouldn't be so bothered by it. "I've always been an affectionate person, especially with my close friends. So, yeah, when I have a friend who's just as affectionate...maybe it can be a little much..." you nodded, understandingly.

"A little much?" he repeated with a scoff, "just kissed you in front of me."

"Alright, he kissed the top of my head. He was trying to comfort me because you came home in a bad mood" you shook your head, trying to defend Lester. He hadn't done anything wrong.

"So it's my fault?" Bo raised an eyebrow at you.

"That's not what I meant..." you sighed, he was trying to pick an argument now, to get you to snap back but you wouldn't. "You don't have anything to worry about, Lester and I are just friends" you promised.

Bo just scoffed at you, "as if I'm fucking worried about you leaving me for my little brother." You knew he was jealous, you also knew that he wouldn't admit it.

"...am I not affectionate enough with you?" you asked, face falling completely, suddenly feeling guilty. You always thought you smothered him with affection, at least as much as he would allow you too.

Bo ignored your question, instead settling for a firm, "you're mine."

"That's not up for debate. Of course I am, Bo" you agreed, walking up to him. "But do I not show you enough affection? I always thought I did, that I maybe even annoyed you a little with it, but if it's not enough then-" you were always willing to show him more affection if that was what he needed, you had all the affection in the world to give him.

"Fuckin' hell, you show me enough" Bo cut you off, seemingly annoyed by the line of questioning.

"Okay...so you just want me to stop showing it to Lester?" you asked.

Admittedly, Bo was beginning to feel a little stupid now. Yes, that was exactly what he wanted but it would sound pathetic to admit that. He was not intimidated by Lester, but he was a jealous and possessive partner.

"I'll stop, alright. I never wanted to upset you" you promised, sounding like you meant it.

Bo just scoffed again, the last thing he wanted was your pity. You quickly realised your mistake and hung your head, not sure how to work this out with him. Maybe you should just want until he cools off a little, then talk to him about it.

Bo gripped your jaw in his hand, lifting your head to make you look up at him. "You are mine" he snarled. Oh, okay, maybe you did know how to work this out with him.

"I know" you certainly weren't going to argue with him, your hands gripping his biceps as you lent closer to him. "And he knows. Lester is just my friend, I don't see him as any more than that and I'm sure he doesn't see me as more than that" you assured him. "Everyone knows I'm yours, you make it obvious enough" you teased, hoping to lighten the mood a little bit.

"There a problem with that?" he asked lowly, his hand moving to the back of your neck.

"None at all. I want them to know" you smirked, knowing that would ease his frustration. Your expression softened as you reached up, cupping his face in your hands. "I love you, Bo. You ain't ever got to worry about that" you spoke softly and sincerely, thumbs brushing over his cheeks.

Never truly being one to admit to vulnerabilities, never mind show them, Bo attempted to distract from his jealousy by pulling you into a bruising kiss. One that you instantly returned.

You slipped your arms around his neck as both of his hands fell to your waist, tugging you closer so that your body pressed against his. Bo didn't waste any time before walking you backwards towards the couch.

You fell back against the couch cushions, Bo moving with you, his body over yours. The kiss quickly became heated but you only pulled him closer when it did. You knew that he needed this, but no more than you wanted it.

Just as Bo made himself comfortable between your legs, pressing himself flush against you, the front door burst open. You both paused and looked towards the door as Lester stormed into the living room with a sense of determination, tired of pacing outside the front of the house.

"Listen, Bo, don't-" he froze when he saw you both, his eyes widening. "Oh, uh...sorry...guess ya sorted it out...I'mma just...go" his face had turned bright red before he hurried back out of the house, the front door closing behind him before you burst out laughing.

"Got my fuckin' brothers comin' to your defence" Bo muttered, turning his attention back to you.

"He's just trying to help. None of us like seeing you mad" you told him, running your fingers through his hair.

"I think you like it a little" Bo smirked, leaning down enough so you could feel his breath against your lips.

"...sometimes" you admitted with a small smile, a smile that only widened when he kissed you again.

With a small chuckle, you managed to push Bo away just enough to get your words out. "Come on, we should go to the bedroom, or Vincent is going to walk in on us next" you advised.

"You gettin' too comfortable with him too? I gotta make a point with my twin as well?" he asked, a hint of teasing in his tone but there was also something a little more serious about his words.

"I've never liked jealously in a man" you hummed, the slight tug you gave to his shirt contradicting your words. "But you do wear it well" you confessed.

"I am not jealous" Bo denied, lying through his teeth and you knew it.

"Sure you ain't" you shrugged, making him want to wipe the smirk off of your face.

"Bedroom. Now" Bo practically growled as he ripped himself away from you, pulling you up from the couch with him.

You would never intentionally try to make Bo jealous but you couldn't deny that a part of you enjoyed when he got like this, even if it was just a little bit. And you didn't mind having to reassure him that he was the only man you were interested in from time to time.

#bo sinclair x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slashers #slasher #my writing

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aggravatetheaxe · 3 years

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What would be the Slachers' reaction to the s/o's father's unexpected visit, maybe the s/o's father still treats her like he was his little girl (being kind and loving makes the s/o embarrassed)

Hi! I wasn't sure which slashers you wanted, so I put my list into a randomizer and went with the first five.

UNFORTUNATELY, this post is acting EXTREMELY WEIRD, and won't let me save it as a draft or reformat it, and I'm afraid I'm gonna lose it, so I just have to post it even though I only got two done ; ; The others were going to be Lucille Sharpe, Vincent Sinclair, and Courtney Dwayne Delmont. If you're interested in those, drop it in my inbox and I'll try again.

I usually do gender neutral reader, so I'm gonna continue to do that, but it should be easy enough to imagine the reader is a girl if you want them to be ^^

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

SLASHERS WHEN THEIR S/O'S DAD VISITS

cw: the ask is the warning ... fathers suck! (I made this one loving per the ask, tho)

Masterlist

Bo Sinclair

It takes you a while to convince Bo to let your dad know where you live ... quite a while. He says it's because, well, you're in a ghost town full of wax sculptures - he doesn't want anyone passing through who might tell the outside world before the town is ready - but, deep down inside, there's a bit more to it.

The sculptures are a convenient excuse to dissuade you from inviting your dad to visit. Bo dreads the day you ask him to meet your daddy.

At first you just need an address for some things you want from home and packages your dad wants to send over. Neither you nor Bo expect your dad to roll up into town completely unexpectedly and without warning.

Despite the confusing directions to a town that no longer exists, despite the washed out road, your dad shows up a few days before your birthday. The first person he meets is Bo. Just as he's about to phone Vincent and tell him to flip the switchboard and bring the town alive, your dad mentions you, and Bo realizes who he's talking to.

Bo's first instinct is to get territorial. He doesn't care who this guy is, he can't just drive into Bo's town and start demanding things, talking about you like you're a child to boot. But he was raised right, and besides, he grudgingly accepts that it usually pays to be charming.

It's a little tough. As he phones you to come down to the garage, he actually finds it's more difficult to mask around your old man than other people. He doesn't do too bad, but he's a bit tense, enough that you notice when you step in. His smile turns into one that doesn't quite meet his wide eyes when he looks at you.

The next few days are ... awkward. You're the one who has to show your dad around the town and get him set up in the spare room. Bo has scripts for various social situations, and while he's comfortable having fun with them and switching them up from time to time, this is one scenario he would really need to think on, and he didn't have time to. He's gotta collect himself (and tell Vincent).

Bo oscillates between trying to form an awkward bond with your dad and avoiding him altogether. Times he's obviously vying for his approval and others he privately spits venom about how he wishes the guy'd leave. Not only is this another guy on his turf, but it's one you already love, maybe more than you love him? And besides that, fathers are rough terrain for him. His was never loving the way yours is. Bo might even call your dad creepy ... the genuine affection makes him uncomfortable.

(But he can't say he never longed for affection like that. He's snappy toward you, for all the above stated reasons as well as a twisted jealousy that he probably doesn't even realize is there.)

Like I said, Bo was raised right, and he knows how to at least feign respect ... but if it came to the point where your dad was questioning your presence in Ambrose, or openly disapproving of your lifestyle, or asking you to come home, and you weren't correcting him? Bo would put his foot down.

If your dad has any rude comments about the state of the house or the town, Bo isn't gonna be quite as nice. And he ain't gonna tolerate any snooping, neither. He has no personal qualms putting your dad down like a dog if he finds out Ambrose's secret, and he'll tell you as much straight out the gate.

He'd tolerate your dad babying you ... to a point. He knows dads generally have warm feelings for their kids and worry about their well-being, he gets that, but there's a line. If your dad crosses it, Bo has no problem reminding him (privately or in a screaming match, whatever he decides your daddy deserves) that you're grown and you're his fair and square.

Over all, he's gonna be mad your dad showed up uninvited no matter what, but what happens after that depends entirely on which of his buttons your dad pushes. Could just be awkward ... could end in shouting, or worse.

Lester Sinclair

Lester would be much easier to convince than Bo when it comes to letting your dad know where you live. He's gotta help protect Ambrose's secret, but he doesn't actually live in Ambrose - not the town proper, anyway. When you explain your dad wants to send you postcards and packages, Lester is totally fine with that.

That doesn't mean he wouldn't be nervous to meet your dad. After all, there's so much about Lester that even other country folk find off-putting ... and he just thinks you're so great, he'd want to make a good impression.

That paired with his deeply ingrained insecurity, and he'd get so stressed thinking about the possibility of meeting your dad someday.

The meeting is inevitable, since you and your daddy seem to get along, he just doesn't think it will come as soon as it does...

Lester is at work when you're dad first arrives. He pulls up to the trailer in his car, which you immediately recognize. You're surprised to see him, perhaps happy, but you can't help but worry what Lester will think of him showing up unannounced. It's not as though you can turn him away, though, so you bring him inside and get him something to drink.

Lester is mighty confused when he comes home and someone else's car is in the driveway. The first thought in his insecure brain is that you're cheating on him, and he gets himself all worked up and red before he even gets in the door. He enters all full of beans, then kind of deflates when he realizes it's your dad.

He's real nervous, scrambling to take his hat off and shake your dad's hand - then second guessing himself because he just got in from work and he's covered in gore. He barely notices the smell or the yuck, and he usually doesn't much care what other people think of it (he only get self conscious about it if someone points it out/is mean about it), but this is your daddy. It's different.

If your dad is nice about it, he'll be much more comfortable. If your dad is mean or comes off judgemental about it, Lester will try his best to be civil, but he'll get defensive after a while.

The thing about Lester is that he doesn't take rejection well. At all. So if your dad took to Lester, Lester would take to your dad and enjoy spending time with him. If he didn't approve of Lester or was rude to him, Lester would be pretty upset and end up disliking your dad. He'd avoid him and want him to leave as soon as possible.

As for your dad babying you, Les would think it was sweet. He was usually kind of forgotten by his parents, so close families that are real loving with each other has always been a fascination for him. He'd be envious of your relationship with your dad, but not to the extent that he'd be rude to you - he'd just try that much harder to be a good son-in-law.

If your dad babying you really annoyed you, he'd try to convince you and tell you it was okay. "He just loves ya, sugarpea. And I don't blame 'im, 'cause yer real sweet." If it really super made you miserable, though, he'd reluctantly offer to have a talk with him or even send him away. He doesn't want you to be miserable.

When it comes to Ambrose, he's pretty strict about not letting your dad know about it. It's not any of his business, first of all, and second of all, it isn't safe for him. Who knows what Bo and Vincent would do to him?

#lester sinclair #bo sinclair #house of wax 2005 #slasher imagines #slasher imagine #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair imagine #lester sinclair imagine

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hersweetrevenge · 2 years

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sinclair brothers bonding time

[dedicated to @early20sfailingplenty who reminds me everyday that even though i write so much angst, the brothers love each other anyway. and for reminding me that lester deserves better 💖]

i've said this before, but i really think lester gets along better with the twins when he's with them 1:1. bo and vincent can get annoyingly distracted when in the same room and lester ends up out of the loop almost instantly because vincent will give bo a funny look and suddently they're having a completely different conversation.

that's not to say that they don't hang out as a family. bo is big into having family dinners when everyone is free and, although it isn't very frequent, lester will stay the night at the house instead of his trailer once in a while.

either way, lester loves his brothers and he has had many years to figure out how to make the most of the time he spends with them.

lester and bo

the easiest way for them to spend time together is either down at the garage where lester can watch bo tinker around with one car or another, or for them to watch sports together.

the problem with sports is that they have to compromise. bo likes baseball (even though it's a surprisingly niche sport in louisiana, but he played in high school and still enjoys it) and lester played soccer (another niche sport in the south). they compromise with american football, where at least louisiana has a few teams).

vincent doesn't care about sports in the slightest, so bo and lester are free to kick back and have a few beers "in peace". neither of them are experts on football but they have a good time anyway, and it gives a good, faux-casual backdrop for some big brother-little brother talks. bo knows lester puts up with a lot, so in return he tries to give advice and wisdom without seeming preachy and, at the end of the day, he wants to make sure lester is okay. he's with vincent all the time, but lester stepped out on his own a long time ago and bo can't be watching 24/7. watching the football together gives bo the chance to show lester that he is there for him, for anything and everything.

lester, if he's honest, doesn't really care about the sport they watch, he just likes seeing bo relaxed and content. he knows bo worries over him, even if he doesn't always show it. sometimes he makes up a minor problem to talk to bo about just so bo feels useful and fulfilled as an older brother.

lester and vincent

lest and vincent bond over crafts! it's something that bo never really got into, so it gives lester and vincent something to do together where bo isn't going to be annoyed that he wasn't "invited"

sometimes, when lester finds a particularly interesting specimen out on the road, he will keep hold of it until he can drop by the house and tell vincent his plans for it.

of course he has to partly-treat the carcass before vincent will let it anywhere near his workshop (vince and bo are squeamish about animals, quote me on that). either way, he'll bring the skin and bones down to vincent's basement and tell him what he's going to do with it; he can use the bones for another windchime he's been intending to make, and he can tan the skin for... something, he isn't sure yet.

vincent nods along and gives casual advice, letting lester work in his workshop for the afternoon. lester appreciates this even though most of his tools are back at his own trailer and he can't bring is taxidermy stuff with him because he has a Very Specific Set-up in hi trailer that he doesn't want to disrupt.

vincent is always more receptive of lester's crafts as gift, but even bo won't turn anything down that lester makes for him. he has a ring, similar to the family signet ring, made from a vertebrae, that he keeps safely in a draw somewhere.

#bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax 2005 #i talk too much about the terrible twins #lester deserves better #eri i feel it's been a while so this one is for you 💗

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calibri-crossies · 2 years

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–The right shift.–

Chapter 6:Almost warm.

Well, it was a new day and you had to work. Vincent left for college early just as Bo went to the garage without even having breakfast. Lester was the only one who stayed a while before going to work,leaving after telling you to have a good day.

You lock the door of the house.Damn, the day was cold, not enough to freeze you, but enough to make you miss your precious scarf.Anyway, you're content with your coat.You head towards the cafe at the usual time.Tried put a happier face despite the tense atmosphere in your house the day before, you knew better than anyone how much you could ruining everything if you brought frustrations of your personal life to work or vice versa.

It was a good thing the cafe was crowded, at least it could distract you from what was gnawing at you inside. Luckily the people you saw seemed in the best mood in the morning. Angel as always managed to infect you with her smile, and got you some laughs and eye rolls with her double entendre jokes.

Michael showed up at the same time he usually goes to the cafe. Angel and You greet him.As the blonde girl soon walks in with her brother's favorite coffee,you, after got used and start to relaxing a bit in the giant's presence, asked if he was doing well.You got a slight nod from him,which was really something, considering his mood in the morning wasn't the best.

Michael was in his coat, but you saw the familiar sewing pattern of your scarf through his neck and chest.You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "Pretty cold, huh?" He noticed where your gaze went. Michael was taking off the scarf, but before he did you stopped him "No need to give it back now.Actually...that looks good on you!" You say with a smile, and that's was true, the color of your scarf really matched with Michael's blue eyes.

He signed "Are you sure?" That question was a little ambiguous but you assumed he meant leaving your scarf with him. "Yeah. Anyway I can take it back. And...I won't need it right now." You assure, and Michael nods to you again.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

The day was over, and as usual you accompanied Angel to her house. You still haven't gotten your scarf back as Michael would be staying late at the instrument shop where he worked. He was so busy that he hadn't been to Bo's garage that day.

You decided to take a different path, heading to the old house that years ago

the owners there had been rescued you from the storm,and you met the kind old lady and her lovely son who have been so gentle to you.

You knock on the door, and the first one to meet you was grumpy old Charlie. His usual frown didn't intimidate you anymore.He look at you,rolls his eyes and yells towards the kitchen. "Mama!! The Sinclair brat is here!!" Well, at least he knew what brought you there. Mama Mae comes out of the kitchen wiping her hands on her dress, and then she greets you with a hug and invites you inside.

While they were talking, you volunteered and helped the old lady cut the ingredients for the stew she was making for dinner.It was rewarding the happy smile on her face,always left a warm feeling in your heart.

While you were talking and preparing the food. Luda Mae asked what made you go there at this time. You shrug and say you came to check on her, and so does Thomas who didn't seem to be going well.

Luda Mae sighs, and nods to you "I know what ails my son. But it's something I can't intervene..."

"What would it be?" You ask, but Luda replies "Oh dear, I can't talk about it here." She says in a lower tone almost like a whisper. "And besides, only Tommy himself can tell you that."

Nodding in understanding,after a few more minutes you finish cutting all the vegetables, maybe even more than you needed, and hand it to Luda, who thanks with an affectionate pat on your shoulder.

You look at the time and realize that you should have gone home by now. And as Thomas looked like he was going to take a while, you say goodbye to Luda saying that you would stay for dinner next time. She, even a little disappointed, says goodbye to you and escorts you to the living room.

After you tell her you'd close the door and that she wouldn't have to worry about anything, you say goodbye to the old lady and walk through the door.

At the front door,you face Thomas who had just come home from work. He looked tired. Not tired as usual for someone who comes home from work, but rather tired of someone who hasn't slept well and hasn't had one of the best days. He wasn't surprised to see you there. It wasn't unusual for you to drop by to see Luda Mae and him.

>>What are you doing here this time?<< He signals quickly. The abrupt way he moved his hands seemed to indicate that he was a little out of patience for anything. You flinch a little. It wasn't common for him to act like that, but you let it go after all he didn't seem to be doing very well. "Uh...hi to you too." You smile at him anyway. Thomas snaps when notices that he could have been rude with you and quickly move his hands and signals a "sorry". >>Just...I wonder what brings you here at a time like this.You usually leave your job and go straight home...<<

You confirm with a nod "Yeah...but...I came here because I wanted to know how you doing...since yesterday I've been worried about you and my brother. Vincent just came home from college and locked himself in the basement, he doesn't want to talk about it. And I met you now tired...more than usual...just...what happened man?"

Your worried look begged for some answer.Thomas sighs in defeat, he knew he couldn't keep what he felt for Vincent a secret for long. Especially from you who were the sister of the man he fell for, or rather, you were his friend. In the end, Thomas trusted you just as he trusted his mother.

>>Sit down, I have a lot to tell you.<< He says and you do as he asked. Thomas follows you and sits beside you, with his hands clasped in his fingers and his elbows resting on his knees. Thoughtful, would be how you would describe him right now.

>>You know,Vincent and I have been pretty close since our teenage years don't you?<< He asks and you nod your head in response, then he re-signs. >>At first I thought it was weird...I started to feel something deeper for him. I talked to my mom about it, she for a while thought it was just a confusing phase, but over time she accepted and explained it to me. that this was falling in love. She said it was okay, but also I couldn't let the two old men know that...<< He mentioned Charlie and Monty a little shakily.That really made you mad for Thomas.Those old bastards would be the first to speak all the worst and most offensive things they could say to make Thomas feel horrible,just because he fall in love for another man.

"I don't think now Mama Mae is just going to let those stupid old men talk shit to you guys.After all, I'm going to stand by for you and my brother!"

You say, which makes Thomas' mood lighten a little,he chuckles at your actions.He knew you would always bring him comfort in moments of doubt.>>It's not like I care what those two think.They've talked shit to me my whole life that fallen in deaf ears to me.<<

It was a pain to think about how two people in this family could be so cruel and abusive to him.You wondered how different everything would have been if you had never met Thomas,as the only friends he considered close to him were the Sinclair siblings, specifically Vincent and you.Thomas then signals again, and this time he's back to his more serious face.>>The point is...I finally had the courage to asked him to date, but...maybe I was too hasty.<<

Thomas runs a hand through his hair. It was still on his head.After years of keeping this to himself,at first he didn't expect Vincent to be reciprocate.But then they became so close,and over time,Thomas and Vincent became more comfortable with each other to the point where they saw no need to have their faces covered when they were together.

The time he tried to calm Vincent down after a creativity-blocking crisis,the two ended up having fun painting each other's faces and making a total mess with the paints.Thomas tried to help Vincent find the inspiration for his college work.The look Sinclair gave for Hewitt was so loving, deep and full of meaning that Thomas had almost no doubts.

He took on enough confidence to go up to Vincent and declare himself, but all he got was a awkward reaction from him.

Vincent shakes his head nervously before signing an apology,and that he needed to think about it.Thomas's heart felt like it had dropped to the ground at that moment.

Everything was ruined,the friendship and trust they'd built over the years...everything was ruined. That's what Thomas thought. You saw how shaky his hands were, he wasn't okay. You reach out and rub the masked man's shoulder a little to indicate that you were still following him in his ramblings if he wanted to continue.

Thomas sighs before continuing to signal >>Maybe I got that look wrong...maybe I was rash...<<

You shake your head." I saw that look in his eyes too that day...also sorry about that...but believe me it's pretty hard for him to take his mask off around us sometimes for a long time...even though i already said that i don't mind about that scar...the others were never vocal about it, but i think they are the same." You look at the horizon thoughtfully, then look back at Thomas.

"But you managed to make him feel comfortable with his face exposed... You made him feel safe too." You knew how much Vincent hated taking the mask off sometimes.Even if you didn't mind.You never thought that scar on your brother's face disgusting or frightening. You've always admired Vincent and made a point of remembering how beautiful you think he is.You've never see him as a freak.But you didn't want to push boundaries with him if he wasn't comfortable.

"If he managed to do this in front of you, and be okay with it, it's because he feel safe with you,he trust you...And believe me when I say that...i know my brother after all."

Thomas lets out a huff, and you continue. "Hey!!Im sure you didn't screw things up.But knowing how Vin is like...he probably fears how Bo will react to all this...he's not like old Charlie, but even I can't tell what he'd do... " You explain, and Thomas nods, he seemed to understand what you mean.

Suddenly you hear the noise of the door opening, and from inside comes a Luda Mae who looked worried, but when she sees you two sitting there on the porch, her expression calms down more.

"Oh, sorry my children.I just came to let you know dinner is ready.Am I interrupting something?"She asks but you shake your head in denial. "Nah, we were just talking...but I think it's time for me to go home."

You again say goodbye to both Thomas and Luda and as soon as you turn your heel, you feel Thomas' hand on your shoulder which makes you turn again to face him a little confused.Suddenly you see him bending down and wrapping his arms around your figure in a warm embrace.You by instinct return.

Suddenly you see him bending down and wrapping his arms around his figure in a warm embrace. You instinctively return and to your surprise you heard something from Thomas that wasn't a grunt or a hummed "...'anks..." That was new, but you were happy and even a little worried as he seemed to make an effort to speak that, by the husky, deep way that thanks came out of his mouth. You knew he wasn't used to talking.

You look at him again with a smile on your face. He was thanking you for listening. You nod your head and turn around again to head back to your house. In the distance you turn to look at them on the porch one last time, and wave to the two of them before heading back to your path.

Well...things could get better...You thought.

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Chapter 5 👆

Chapter 7 👆

Thank you so much!!Hope you guys like it⭐

#slasher fandom #slashers #house of wax #the sinclair brothers #the sinclairs #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt #rz halloween #rz michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #the right shift #right shift au

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theroseofambrose · 2 years

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Pickup line, Lester addition

Same as Bo's, these are Lester lines from the bad pick up book.

Broke the mild

1. You should be a model, seriously

2. Have you always been this cute, or did you have to practice?

3. Nice to meet you, I'm Lester and you are gorgeous.

4. if i had a nickel for every time I saw someone as beautiful as you, I'd have five cents.

5. Damn girl, you have more curves than a racetrack.

6. Damn boy, is that a twelve pack?

7. Your father must have been a farmer, because you've grown some nice melons

8. If it weren't for the damn sun, you'd be the hottest thing ever created

9. Are you from Tennessee? because you're the only ten I see

10. Would you caress me so i can tell my brothers I've been touched by an angel?

11.How did you guess? sweetness is my weakness?

But enough about you

1. Do you have a name? or can I call you mine?

2. you already have a boyfriend? well when you want a manfriend, come see me.

I'm a sexy beast

1. Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?

I got moves

1. Champagne can tickle your throat, and so can I

2. It's not the size of the boat, it's the motion in the ocean

3. When they tested Viagra, I was the control group.

Woe is me

1. Be unique and different, just say yes.

Beach

1. You're the hottest thing since suburn.

2. Can I borrow your sunglasses? Your beauty is blinding me.

3. Excuse me- do you happen to like long walks along the beach?

Cafe

1. With you around, I don't need sugar in my coffee

2. Excuse me- are you reading? your lips aren't moving, so I wasn't sure. You must be really smart.

Grocery store

1. How bout them apples?

Gym

1. You look like you could kick some ass

Laundromat

1. The whites go in with the red socks, right?

2. Is this tong yours? I found it in the dryer.

3. You must use a ton of fabric softener, because your skin is smooth as silk.

Places of worship

1. With those muscles, you could lug any size Torah around.

2. You know Jesus? hey! me too!

wedding

1. You know, You're really not suppose to outshine the bride.

2. WE both chose the chicken! it must be fate!

3. I bet you're going to catch the bouquet.

Yoga

1.God, how do you do that?

Customer service rep (hey that's my job!)

1. No, thank you for taking my call!

2. I bet you look really sexy in a headset.

Doctor

1.I'd drop my pants for you any day.

Suggestive sex seeking

1. guess what I saw on animal planet the other night

2. Nice dress. Can i talk you out of it?

3. That jewelry would look great on my nightstand.

4. When I think of you, it's x-rated

Overt

1. If you sleep with me. I'll leave you alone (I told you these were bad).

2. My bed is broke, Can I sleep in yours.

3. Help the homeless, take me home with you.

4. Lets have a party and invite your pants to come on down.

5. Let's make out so i can see if you taste as good as you look.

6. I'm looking for treasure. Can I check your chest?

7. The outfit is really ugly, you should take it off immediately.

Kinda nasty

1. You may have heard about me, I specialize in cunnilingus

2. Do you have any Benadryl? every time I look at you I have swelling.

3. I'm Irish. Do you have any Irish in you? Would you like some?

4.The word of the day is "legs." let's head back to your place and spread the word.

5. My, that's a nice set of legs. What time do they open.

6. There are a lot of fish in the sea, but you're the only one I'd like to mount.

#Lester sinclair #House of wax #Pickup lines

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nightmarewritings · 3 years

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Can I please request Jason, Lester Sinclair, Michael, Thomas and Bubba, with a future werewolf s/o that hangs around them in hopes of scraps (meaning victims) in werewolf form? Kind of like how wolves got domesticated lol.

Lol Werewolves starting out as like apex predators and then several generations later you've got like small fluffy werewolves everywhere.

Werewolf Begging For Scraps

Jason Voorhees-

Jason cares for the animals of Crystal Lake, and that includes the very large and scary looking wolf that started following him. Clearly you didn't mean him harm, and feeding you the victims saved him a lot of time.

Mostly just leaves you to your own devices after dropping the food off, but he really enjoys your company, and feels the forests are safer and have less people in them since you showed up.

Jason finds out you're a werewolf when he sees you transform. He's startled, but he actually likes you even more now. He can see how much you respect both the land and him, and he'll invite you to stay a little longer in the area.

Lester Sinclair-

Part of Lester's job includes disposing of the remains that were unsuitable for Vincent's work. When that big dog started following him around, begging for scraps, he decided to save some time and toss the scraps to you instead.

This becomes like a 'boy and his dog' story very quickly, Lester gets really attached and tries to play with you often.

One day a hitchhiker shows up, and asks him for a ride. After he lets you in and you begin to thank him for all the meals he's given you, he realizes that wasn't a big dog he was feeding before. All things considered, Lester takes it pretty well, and likes you just as much when you're in human form.

Michael Myers-

Michael doesn't like any animals, and especially not canines. But it would save him some time if he could just toss you some of the remains of his latest victim, and so he does.

You keep showing up though, and he just keeps feeding you. He enjoys watching you eat, and finds it almost calming.

Michael didn't really believe in werewolves, but when you showed up and said you were the wolf he was feeding, telling him things only that animal would know, he believes you. He's not happy about the deception, and you should probably avoid him until the next full moon. Then he'll go back to feeding you again.

Thomas Hewitt-

A lot of what they don't eat, particularly the harder to remove bits, is given to the pigs, but when Thomas sees the big wolf hanging around and not posing a threat to the family or their animals, he tosses you a legbone to see how you react. It snowballs from there.

Mostly treats you like a dog once you get closer, petting you and playing fetch. Doesn't want the rest of the family to find out about you, he's worried it could end badly.

One night, before the full moon where he normally sees you, you approach him and thank him for the meat. He's confused at first, but quickly realizes you're not just any normal human.

Bubba Sawyer-

Drayton wouldn't be happy, but you looked SO sad out there, and you weren't hurting anything, so Bubba shared just a little bit with you. Seeing your tail wag as you happily ate made it all feel worth it.

But then you kept showing up, and he wasn't sure what else to do but keep secretly feeding you. He's worried about getting caught feeding you, but he's also quickly become attached, and finds it very relaxing to pet you.

One night he stays out a little too long and sees you transform back into a human. He's shocked at first, but still cares a lot about you. Maybe if he asks Grandpa instead of Drayton, he'll be allowed to keep you around...

#bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #lester sinclair #michael myers #jason voorhees #leatherface #house of wax #halloween #friday the 13th #texas chainsaw massacre #Lite Work #headcanons #I'm happy with this one!#Anonymous

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victorscanero · 5 years

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FELT// Chapter two [tyrus]

Hey okay guys so the rest of the book will in cyrus' pov sorry of thid makes anything confusing I deeply apologize.

If you haven't seen chapter one that's here:

It's been weeks since Amber and I first hung out and we have been hanging out every day since. We have hung out so much that buffy and Andi were getting jealous, After I told Amber she suggested that the we have a mini party while her parents are out, Nothing crazy just a few friends of amber and T.J. that way there isn't so much pressure. "You would sit through Jandi drama for me?" I asked in aw. Amber gave me a look "Jandi...drama?" She asked clueless. "Jonah and Andi. it's their ship name." I sighed disappointed at my friends lack of fandom knowledge. "Right...anyways if it gets too bad I'll just talk to you but I think I can handle it." she laughed "and T.J. is going to agree to this?" "And is T.J. gonna agree with what?" T.J. asked slowly looking towards Amber. "Small party tonight! very tiny but you can invite reed and lester." Amber smiled hoping he would just go along with "Why would I do that when I could just hang out with reed and lester in my room?" He asked "because the party has to look chill and laid back and unforced." Amber said "So to not make it look forced you're going to force me?" T.J. rose an eyebrow and I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous it must seem. T.J. and Amber to both break eye contact and looked at me "This really is crazy maybe we should just deal with the forced awkwardness of hanging out with buffy and Andi" "No, I'll do it." T.J. said "but it is crazy" he smiled at both of ud before turning around and leaving. Amber rolled her eyes and we began planning.

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The party seemed to be going well Jonah,gus and walker were hitting it off and Andi and Buffy were off to a fresh start there were others, but none that I really cared to talk to, that was until I saw T.J. alone at a table.

“What happened to your friends” I asked pulling out a chair to the right of T.J. at the end of the table he seemed taken back I assumed it was because the most I've spoken to him in the past weeks were when he would answer the door, but even then he just called for Amber and left.

After a moment, he replied. “Lester is looking for pudding despite my attempts of telling him we don't have any and I sent reed home.” he said “why'd you send reed home?” I asked letting my curiosity take hold. he raised an eyebrow and I began to regret prying “Do you always ask intruding questions?” but then laughed “Reed is... complicated.” he adding shaking his head “Great friend, but we are very different.” here's where I realized I made the mistake of assuming I knew who T.J. was. “I also might have gotten tired of his comments about my sister” he said causing me to laugh “Just tell him to ask her out she's been dying to use one of her reject lines” I smiled turning to where she was at i watched as her and Andi were dancing and for a moment I thought maybe she could lime her too

Just for a moment though because before i could blink Jonah was pulling her away. her smile falling only for a moment before turning around and sitting next to amber

“Cyrus?” I heard turning my head “yeah?” I asked looking at T.J. “You didn't hear me did you?” he said looking amused my face fell “Sorry I was seeing how Amber and Andi were doing.” truthfully that happened a lot, me getting distracted worrying about other people but he didn't need to know that. “Yeah so was I” he said still looking at amber when he turned to me i guess he could see my confusion because he then asked me a question i wasn't sure how to answer “Amber likes Andi, doesn't she?” i thought I sensed a bit of sadness in his voice and hoped it was because she didn't tell her and not it was a girl that she liked I waited too long to respond i know I did silence says a lot but i answered him anyways “I think if you want to know something about Amber, you should ask Amber.”

I partly felt like it was my fault he asked. If I lied and said i was just say dreaming, the conversation would have been off them and T.J. wouldn't have asked.

“How are my favorite boys doing?” Amber perked between us a hand touching each of our shoulder “We were doing fine before you showed up.” T.J. joked causing me to smile because relief of T.J. being mad at her went away. “Aw! that's what i said when you were born.” she took a seat beside me “Amber we're twins” T.J. said in a duh tone. Amber reached her arms back pretending to stretch “best 8 minutes of my life” she sighed “So how exactly do we kick everyone out of the house now that you guys are… Shall I say friends? We should watch the conjuring tonight.” she smiled “I'm down” T.J. smiled clamping his hand on my shoulder and getting up “IT WAS NICE HAVING EVERYONE COME AGAIN NEXT TIME” he shouted at the 10 people in the living room “well that's a passive aggressive way to tell someone to get out” I smiled walking to sat the living room and saying bye to buffy and walker before she left i couldn't find andi and jonah so I assumed they had gone home. After about 15 minutes the house was cleared. “I told him” Amber smiled “told who what?” I asked “i told T.J. said i looked really happy talking to andi and then said i always look happy when i talked about andi so he asked me if i liked her and i may have ended up telling him i liked girls and he was cool with it.” my face dropped and i took her hand and smiled “Amber! That's great I'm so happy for you!” I said and i meant it i was unbelievably happy for her. “yeah i know” she was still smiling “Can you spend the night?” “yeah but I have to walk to my house first and get some things first.” I said “T.J.!” Amber called from the room we were in and T.J. came in seconds later “yeah?” “Cyrus is spending the night so can we take him to get his clothes?” Amber asked “Yeah if we can go now I'm ready to watch the movie” he said

I forgot all about the movie I thought I could sneak past it but seeing as T.J. is excited for it and I want to have some kind of connection with him i decided to just deal with it.

The car ride there was nostalgic fergie bops Glamorous, big girls don't cry, and london Bridge. Most people i know listened to these songs but i was still shocked to see T.J. sing all the lyrics to fergalicious. Me and Amber were both in the back screaming the lyrics along with him and when we got to my house only Amber ran in with me. I told my mom I would be back tomorrow around 6:00 and we left. Amber begged to stop by the store and seeing a neither me or T.J. wanted to go in we both stayed in the car.

“So” T.J. turned around to face me “ I know about Amber.” he seemed happier than when I first found out he suspected it. “And you're okay with it?” I asked finding that having a conversation with T.J. was becoming less and less forced. He nodded “I'm just really happy she's happy” he smiled “Plus it is a relief knowing she won't ever date reed just to piss me off again”

I laughed at that “Again?” I questioned he raised an eyebrow “She didn't tell you?” I shook my head “ofcourse she didn't tell you she was probably embarrassed. Anyways, well In 6th grade i broke a vase, it wasn't important and it was 10 dollars but, i blamed it on Amber anyways. She didn't get in trouble she actually got a hug for crying at my accusations but she was out for revenge anyways and ending up dating reed for a whole week. He cheated which obviously amber didn't care since she had zero feelings for him but to this day she regrets it because reed thinks that's whole reason she won't get back together with him” he explained the story and it was my turn to raise an eyebrow “No one thought to tell him she never had feelings for him? That could end this whole thing.” I laughed surprised.

“Reed hitting on amber has been a thing since elementary school no matter how much either of us complain the moment Reed gets into a real relationship and stops will be a very sad day” he said before I could reply I heard a known on the trunk and turned to see Amber, her figure disappearing behind the hood as she lifted it up.

“You heard all of that and we will make sure she knows you know.” T.J. smiled at me before turning back around. Amber came in the car and I couldn't help but make the first punch. “it's funny you have a crush on andi who has short hair and dated reed who has short hair… you must have a type” I smiled innocently “T.J. YOU TOLD HIM” she pulled the strings on her hoodie hiding her face “Sorry I couldn't help it, you can't just let your friends stay alone with me and not expect me to tell your darkest secrets!” he cranked up the car beginning to drive off “T.J. thought you were in love with me when we first started hanging out” that shocked me but i couldn't help but burst out laughing along with her “I did for a week and then i told you i think that's just how he acts” he said “what is that even supposed to mean” I continued to laugh “you know like your nice I noticed your nice to everyone” T.J. started to drive and the laughter died down “that's so not true!” I said knowing that it was very much true “Dude, Jenkins dropped his books while knocking yours out of your hand and you helped him pick his up.” T.J. laughed “that's so cyrus” amber said “Jenkins isn't that bad he is just douchey” i said knowing he was THAT bad. “Trust, he is i play basketball with him. That reminds me, if you ever decide to be fully out Amber and Jenkins gives you shit let me know. He is known for being homophobic.” We pulled into the driveway and she jumped out “That's the exact opposite of what I'm going to do but thank you for the tip” i began to wonder if that's why jenkins was always a total dick to me, could he tell I was gay? I pushed the thoughts aside when we got to Amber's room we all decided to watch it there and Amber had the bright idea to make a fort so we brought in chairs and blankets and moved her bed to the side and the mattress off of it.

A/n this ended weirdly but i wanted to start chapter 3 from the fort being done.

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doomh3ad · 2 years

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since you already did the twins... Lester and hate fucking? 👉🏼👈🏼

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OH YEAAAA THE GANGS ALL HERE ... i always have to get bo to play matchmaker for his brothers god bless him 😭

lester sinclair + hate sex (nsfw under cut, lester is kinda a dick, slight degradation)

Lester always hated the city folk, but somehow you're even worse. He can see the sneer just brimming below the surface of that smile when you look at him, sense your horror to even be within six feet of him. He knows if you had it your way, he'd be entirely out of the picture, probably so you could have his more suave brothers all to yourself. Sure, Vincent has insecurities, but he's got a romantic quality about him, his artist's soul shining through all of his work, and Lester's seen your wonder at his wax creations.

Bo is on a whole other level. Not only is he charming and personable, he's got the good looks that nearly rival yours. You're prissy and flippant and every time you walk into a room Lester is reminded that you'd be disgusted if he touched you. City folk are always like this, perfect hair and expensive clothes and nails too pretty to ever have done any hard work.

He wants to ruin you. He wants to run his hands over your beautifully styled hair, wreck any makeup you wear, rip off those fancy clothes and strip you down to your bare essentials. Skin you, in a manner of speaking, like he'd do with the roadkill before he cooks it.

He gets his opportunity when you next speak to him. Bo's asked you to drop in and check on him, Lester's been on the road for a while and his brother worries. You arrive in your finery, looking uncomfortable as he comes to the door and invites you to stay for a while. It's perfunctory, civil, but there's the simmering tension that's always plagued any interactions between you, and Lester feels something splinter, and crack, and break as you try to converse.

"So, how are you doing? Still working hard?"

And it's the way you say it, the way your eyes dart away from his, the way you're half-hanging off the couch because you think it's dirty, and Lester snaps uncharacteristically.

"Yeah, unlike you. You afriad you'll chip a nail if ya' ever lift a hand to help?"

He savours the shock on your face, and then your eyes go cold and you're getting up, turning to leave, before he blocks your exit and casually leans on the doorframe.

"Goin' somewhere? To sit pretty an' have my brothers wait on you?"

"Get the fuck out of my way, Lester. You don't know anything about me," you retort, and he actually thinks he sees tears in your eyes.

Fuck, that wasn't his intention. He expected you to pout, to act petulant and bitchy so he could have an excuse to be rude. He didn't mean to make you cry. But he's too far gone, and can't resist the taunt.

"Oh, yer' a crybaby as well as a lazy city-"

Your lips are on his and you're shutting him up, hands gripping his shoulders so tightly it's beginning to hurt. You pull away, cherry lips reddened by the kiss, and glare at him.

"Shut the fuck up, Lester. You think you're better than me? Who do you think makes half the meals you eat? Bo doesn't clean your truck, he asks me to. Not my fault you don't shower, I-"

Then he's returning the favour, and you're making beautiful sounds as he kisses down your neck, one hand over your mouth to keep you from talking.

"Don' wanna hear a word outta that gorgeous mouth, you just keep soundin' pretty and dumb, alrigh'?"

You're too far gone to care about his words, when he removes your clothes and lays you on the couch, and god, you really are perfect.

He's going to fucking ruin you, and you're going to like it.

"You want this, darl'?" Lester unzips his pants as he speaks, and you're pouncing on him. His cocky laugh sets you off, though, and you're quick to bite back.

Your voice is thick with lust and anger as you speak. "You've wanted me ever since you met me, I see how you look at me. Wanna fuck me up, huh? Go ahead."

Well, now you've done it.

He takes a hold of your hair, wrapping it around his hand and moves you so you're on your knees in front of him, wasting no time in having you choking on his cock. Lester smiles down at you, because you're doing something with your tongue that's bringing him embarrassingly close to spilling right down your throat.

Your hair is a mess, in all directions from his use of it to position you exactly where he wants you, and your sparkling eyes look up at him with something like adoration, and you've never been more beautiful.

He's really got you cock-drunk, huh?

"Jus' like that, possum. Fuck, you're good at this. Maybe I should keep ya' around, yeah?"

Your quick, eager nod ruins him, and he's asking if you want him to pull out in an instant. But you're shaking your head, swallowing what he gives you. He makes you stick out your tongue to check.

Right before he goes to return the favour, he says one more thing, but it has you smiling and resting your head on his thigh.

"Guess I was wrong, little lamb. Turns out ya' are useful for somethin'."

#🔪 anon #lester sinclair #house of wax #slasher #imelda's writing #slasher x reader #horror #slasher thirst #horror movie #horror movies #slashers #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher fic #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax remake #house of wax 2005

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slasherhaven · 2 years

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Hiii I’m kinda new to the fandom and making my way through everyone’s amazing works, but I really enjoy yours so much! ❤️‍🔥

Could I request a hc of Bo with a stoner s/o please?

Warnings: Drug use (marijuana)

Bo Sinclair with a Stoner S/O:

Bo probably partook in the Devil's Lettuce at some point, most likely in his teenage years or early twenties. I can see that for him.

He really doesn't mind you doing it. He has a bit of a smoking habit so he doesn't mind you smoking in the house either.

The first time you offered him some of your stash, you were smoking as he worked on his truck. He has laughed but turned down the offer, he was focusing on his truck.

You didn't make another offer for a while after that. You weren't sure whether he turned it down just because he was working or if he just wasn't interested, you weren't the type to push it.

But one quiet evening, Bo was lounging on the couch. Despite 'lounging'...he looked tense.

You sat with him, something you often did, before making the offer again. You weren't pushing but you were in the mood and were just being polite, inviting him to join you.

This times he accepts, straightening up a little to turn his attention to you.

You take the time to prepare your preferred method, expertly but not in any rush. His preferred method would likely just be smoking it, since he already has a smoking habit, so you might just do that for him.

As you're preparing it, you ask if he's done it before, just wanting to know what you might be getting yourself into.

Bo scoffs, assuring you he knew what he was doing. You just nodded, you just wanted to know if you'd need to keep an eye on him or not. You are responsible after all.

You go first, a small smile on your lips, before passing it to him. And you believe that this isn't his first time.

It isn't long before you see him visibly relaxing, his muscles untensing.

Turns out, Bo is pretty good to be around when he's high.

The two of you lounge on the couch, ending up leaning against each other, passing the joint back and forth.

So, the next time he agrees to join you, you're a little surprised when you get a different result.

The last time, he had become pretty sleepy, but this time he was smiling and laughing at your jokes.

How he responds really depends on what exactly you're using and what type of mood he's in at the time, but it always seems to improve his mood or just relax him.

He may not partake as often as you but it does becomes a semi-regular things for you both to do.

Jokes that you're good to have around because you always have the best shit. You just take the compliment with a laugh.

Just some general advice for keeping a stash in Ambrose.

Vincent won't touch your stuff without permission, even if he is interested in joining you at some point. But if Bo is in the right mood, and by that I mean a bad mood, he will help himself. He doesn't understand why it's not as good as when he's doing it with you.

If you enjoy edibles, do not leave any around the house if they look like regular snack items, likes gummies or any brownies you made. Lester will eat them and unknowingly eat too many. This might happen once before you learn from your mistake, taking care of him was pretty amusing though. He's perfectly fine, more confused than anything before you explain what he just consumed. Bo finds it fucking hilarious.

#bo sinclair x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slashers #slasher #my writing

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