#jesse cromeans/preston

[spoopieere]

“Comfort”

Everything’s the same colour in your bedroom. I can’t even see you when the light shines in. I just know you’re in there, somewhere. And I don’t bother to look anymore.

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Preston and his peculiar bedtime quirks :)

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[two-tonexiptr]

I am the embodiment of two wuv by tally hall EXEPT only for men who are the definition of red flags

[spoopieere-the-second]

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[slasherbish]

Woods (Jesse Cromeans x fem reader)

author note Please let me know if you'd like a gender neutral pronoun version.

Part 1

Why you? Was all that ran through your mind as trees blurred by. ‘I’m a good person, so why me?’ You mentally asked yourself as dried leaves and twigs snapped and crunched under your feet. Your mind wandered back to how this all started. 

Feeling confident in full makeup and glam you walked down an alleyway. For the first time in a few weeks you had managed to drag your depressed butt out of bed and into actual clothes. The lights in the alley buzzed casting a yellowish tint onto the womans self. She smiled to herself feeling like a small victory had been won tonight. Glee bubbled up in her chest as she thought back to the few drinks she had with friends at the club. Nothing could possibly ruin this night, she thought. Not a heartbeat later the woman was snatched from the alley by a large man in a black suit and chrome skull mask. She barely had time to scream as the world went black. 

Sometime later she came to, in what felt like a coffin. You weren’t about to go down without a fight so you began to scream and hit and kick at the wood in front of you. After a few moments you stopped and listened to the surroundings. The coffin was stood up and opened and you came out swinging. You punched a man with short black hair and what could only be described as an annoying face. A sickening crack came from his nose and he doubled over. “You fucken bitch” Preston yelled holding his now broken nose. You took the moment of confusion by your captures and booked it past them.  And now you’re here.

The tall man clad in a black suit topped off with a camera on his shoulder chased her relentlessly. Your only saving grace was that you were slightly faster and slightly more agile. Your lungs burned but you couldn’t stop. If you stop you die. You knew that and so you kept running. He had to admit that he was a little impressed, likening you to a gazelle or deer in his mind. Not many piggies could keep pace, much less out run the large killer. 

A second glimmer of hope appeared in the distance. It came in the form of a rickety old wood and rope bridge. You thought that surely a man of his stature wouldn’t dare to cross a bridge that fragile looking. The chasm it covered was deep. Deep enough that a human could not survive the fall. The advantage was in your court. You were nowhere as heavy as the chrome masked man that had been chasing you for the last couple hours, or at least what felt like hours. 

Your feet flew over the wooden boards only slightly slowing down. The smile that had painted itself on your face fell as the sound of the killers thudding foot steps on wooden boards reached your ears. Your feet landed on solid ground and you were going to milk that since he was still slowed down from the bridge. You could easily get a huge lead on the man. 

Moments later she stopped in her tracks. The sound of a wooden board snapping and a startled grunt made you curse under your breath. ‘Had he fallen all the way down.’  You thought ‘Wait, no’ You realize there was no splat. No thud of a body against cold hard ground. After what felt like an eternity she looked behind her. There she saw one of the mans hands holding on to the crumbling dirt ledge for dear life. ‘He must be able to pull himself up, who isn’t he using his other hand?’ You thought as you stared at the hand. ‘What should I do?’

            ‘I’m a good person’

[ravennatheraven]

Chromeskull x Reader

Chromeskull x gn reader

Contains spoiler for first laid to rest movie

Bold text is texting and signing

Oh and Preston is alive in this

  Crimson droplets of blood painted his shiny mask as  he rammed one of his twin hunting knives into the chest ofhis latest piggy. He listened to the final gurling breaths that his victim took before the light in her eyes  vanished. Chromeskull cleaned the blade on the corpses shirt before turning the camera on his shoulder off. The glint of his chrome skull mask in th moons pale glow gave the illusion that he wasn’t human.

 “Job is done. Will stop by organization before heading home.’ He texted to his assistant Spann. The woman named Spann sighed at the message that popped up on her phone. “He’s coming back now” was all she said to a nervous looking Preston. All Preston could say was “oh fuck”.

Jesse got into his black car after sending the text. He drove through the night wanting to get to the office quickly so he could return home to his dear (y/n). In the early morning hours he pulled into the parking lot of a large warehouse. The offices of the organization were tucke away in the unassuming building. 

Once in his office the rather large man sat at his desk to finish any paper work that needed to be done. Soon after Spann and Preston walked in. The normally cocky man stood slightly behind Spann and his face projected the worry he felt inside. Spann on the other hand had her normal emotionless face, she was not an easy person to read. 

“What is wrong?” Said Jesse’s text to speech on his phone. He had practically smelled the fear seeping from his underling. 

“You know how you tasked us with with watching over you partner while you were away but told us to keep our distance so they would’t be suspicious?” Preston answered quickly. “What did you do Preston?” The voice from Chromeskulls phone spoke again. The underling looked offended “I didn’t do anything. Why assume it was me?” Preston asked. 

“Sir surprisingly Preston didn’t do anything this time. Your partner, (y/n) knows” Spann spoke up sure that if she didn’t that her boss would kill preston. As much as she wanted to see that she had to admit that being able to push paper work off on Preston when she didn’t want to do it was useful. 

Mr. Cromeans slammed his hands down on the desk. Spann didn’t react to the violent outburst unlike Preston who may as well have jumped out of his skin. The large boss man put his mask away and stormed out of his office. Everyone in his way moved as he oozed anger. Once back in his car he let his fear shine through. The killer was scared. He needed to see his (y/n) as soon as possible. His last significant other had found out what he did for a living and she committed suicide right after, not being able to handle the idea that her gentle giant had a murderous side. 

Thoughts overwhelmed the drive home. What if they don’t want to see me? What if they’ve left already? What if they’re scared of me now? What if they went to the cops already? These thoughts raced in his head making the entire drive a blur. He parked in the driveway and let out a shaking breath. More anxious thoughts flooded in his mind like a raging river as he looked in the rearview mirror at his disfigured face. After a few moments he managed to talk himself into going into his house. He didn’t even remember walking up to the front door until he heard the click of it opening. Jesse took a deep breath pushing it open. The house was silent. He prepared for the worst. His chest ached as he walked into the dining room to find papers scattered on the table. They were files on him and his work, there were also graphic pictures of his films. Jesse’s heart drops, he can hear nothing but the sound of his own pounding heart. 

“I read through all of it…that is some very dark things…” A soft voice came from behind him. It was the voice of his beloved (y/n). Jesse couldn’t bring himself to turn around, not yet. He didn’t want to see the fear and despair that he assumed would be written on their face. Jesse would never see that though. The next words out of his partners mouth perplexed him. “I was worried. When were you going to tell me? I was starting to think all these business trips were really just for cheating.”

Jesse nearly gave himself whiplash from turning so fast. A smirk was plastered on their face. “You’re not scared of me or angry?” He signed wanting to know why. 

“Scared of you? You might be a serial killer but you’re a teddy bear to me. I’m only angry that you didn’t tell me sooner. I’m also relieved that you weren’t cheating.” (y/n) replied. 

“You are weird” He signed. He had no idea how his partner was taking this so well. 

“Says the man kills for a living” They smiled a genuine smile but it disappeared quickly. “I did think that maybe someone had sent them because they were trying to hurt you or worse. The thought of losing you is what scared the crap out of me.” (y/n) started to gather the pages that were on the table and walked into the living room. Chromeskull followed closely behind curious as to what was going to happen. “We should probably step up our ‘normal’ life image. You know it’s kinda cold in here” Their gentle voiced said. Jesse signed back a simple cold? The house wasn’t even slightly cold. (y/n)’s (e/c) eyes rolled at his cluelessness and placed the papers in the fireplace before setting them aflame. 

His significant other smiled a warm smile at him gently placing a hand on either side of his face bringing him down for a loving kiss. The killer happily returned the affection wrapping his arms around their waist. The two came up for air after a few moments. “I love you Jesse Cromeans. No more secrets okay?” He could only nod and kiss their nose in return not wanting to let them go. “That includes having your coworkers stalk me when you’re away.” They said catching the killer off guard making him back up a step. You knew they were there? 

“Of course I did. They aren’t exactly the best at it. Invite them for dinner. I want to meet them.” (y/n) replied casually. The thought of Preston being in his home made him cringe. Now that could be a disaster.

[sole-screws]

Honestly I’ve been extremely hyper fixated on the movie Laid to Rest recently and like-

Reader being hired after bitch boy Preston had been terminated??? Yes please

Like honestly the reader is really good at their job but they honestly have no idea what they’re doing half the time and is honestly so close to losing their shit.

And like- the only reason that Jesse started to tolerate them is because they’re funny as hell. Not because they tell jokes- no, it’s because of their awkwardness and constant muttering under their breath of things that doesn’t even make sense.

Jesse Cromeans walking in on y/n looking back and forth at the can of coffee in one hand and an energy drink in the other

Y/n muttering: the outcome of combining these two drinks would either have me finish all of these paperwork before 5 or kill god

Spann walking in: Sir-

Jesse signing: shush I want to see what happened

Y/n slowly combining the two drinks while crying and laughing at the same time: to become god at what cost

Spann: N O-

The only reason the reader got the job is because they walked into the wrong building for an interview on accident with such false confidence that they went through security without a hitch (Spann was too stunned) and busted into Jesse’s office and slammed their resume onto his desk shouting “IM QUALIFIED PLEASE HIRE ME” only to quickly walk away and trip on the way out.

Also reader is surprisingly qualified for the job??? Like sure they did odd jobs in the past, but most of those jobs and education fit pretty well, and honestly Jesse was pretty bored and wanted to see what would happen.

I’m sorry but I just love dumbass reader who’s good at their job

[scarycinema]

ChromeSkull: Laid to Rest 2 (2011) dir. Robert Green Hall

[tx0r1a]

🐶 🦑 👑 ( ᐛ )?

MADDYYY : D

thank you for ask! (and for making this game in a first place :] )

🐶 - Which dog is cuter? The Sinclair brother’s dog or Asa Emory’s dogs?

hhhh consider both as alternate answer I won't even lie here I love all types of dogs 😭,but as someone who's always been specifically crazy over malinois,german shepards (I have one ,as you know :> ) and any similar looking breeds I'll pick the latter,,,tho Sinclairs' dog's little jumpscare when Wade and Carly enter the house (tm) is one of my favourite scenes in a movie!

also here's picture of my fluffy boy for people to see:

🦑 If you could see two slashers of your choice play the marble game against eachother. Who would it be?

Collector and Candyman (as in Daniel Robitaille),,, insect people,which one will last?

(eventually ChromeSkull with Collector and Bo with Vincent)

👑 - Who was more annoying in Laid to Rest Princess or Preston?

Preston,,, I'd need to rewatch Laid to Rest 2 for details but him being Chromeskull-wanna-be and Chromeskull's right hand only for him to get fired and killed by him was funny in a way,also his death made me go like ": 0" (but honestly a lot of kills from LTR gave me that reaction,might be bc I don't watch many slashers ,actually)

[voorbeees]

Jesse Cromeans when he has a morning meeting

[darkromanceblackburn]

Well hello again, I’m so in love with everything you do and I also in love with ChromeSkull so I was wondering if you can make one of him with a ballet dancer, thank u so much, you are so amazing

I’m glad you enjoy my works and especially Chromeskull! *tears of happiness*

I don’t think this turned out how it was supposed too. I was in the mood to make something funny.

Chromeskull x Reader- Single Ballerina

Jesse tightened his hands, on the steering wheel as he approached the dance-studio. He didn’t like to lose, and he lost a bet at poker with Preston, not to mention his second in command got his driving license suspended for one month, making Jesse drive the black-haired male everywhere.

He frowned as he got out of his Bentley, shutting the door and locking it as he stepped into the building. Something that Jesse didn’t know was that Preston took tango classes. The bald man made fun of it when he found out, but now he preferred he rather not.

He entered the hallways with many doors, each door leading to a different type of dancing class. Jesse leaned on the wall and checked his watch; Preston should be out by now.

That’s when one door opened and Preston came out of one of the rooms, saying goodbye to one of the ladies who giggled and twirled her hair. Jesse scoffed at that, typical Preston.

“Hey boss! Thanks for picking me up.” Preston said with a smirk, knowing deep well that Jesse wasn’t one to take orders and feel like the employee.

Jesse was ready to sign some nasty words to the smug bastard when another one of the doors opened, a feminine figure stepping out, perfect bun put together, baby pink ballerina dress with white leggings, and the same pink on ballet shoes.

“Preston! It’s so good to see you!” you said, jumping up and wrapping your arms around the black-haired male. He didn’t waste time and spun you around.

“[Name]! So good to see you. Hey, Jesse? You wouldn’t mind if we take [Name] home? It’s starting to rain.” Preston said, looking at Jesse who had a dumbfounded look on his face.

You were so gorgeous and cute, that smile and sparkling eyes. How could you look at a playboy like Preston?

“Oh! So this is your boss you’re always talking about?” you asked, looking at Jesse and extending a hand for him to shake.

“A pleasure to meet you Jesse!” you said, flashing him a set of pearly whites.

He took your hand reluctant and shake it, feeling all of a sudden like the room was on fire.

“This is [Name], an old friend from college. I used to date her sister.” Preston said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as you glared at him.

“Yeah and she still says you’re a jerk. You’re lucky that I did castrate you for that stunt.” you said, making the smaller male put his hands up in surrender.

“So, [Name]? Want a ride?” Preston said, your response an enthusiastic nod.

“Sure! If Jesse is fine with that.” you said, and by Gods, Jesse felt himself sweat as you looked up at him with these innocent eyes, so alluring. How could he resist? He nodded, giving you a smile.

“Sweet! Just let me change. I will be out in five minutes.” you said, skipping to the changing rooms.

As you disappeared Preston had that cheeky smirk on his face, nudging Jesse.

‘What?’ he signed, with a raised eyebrow.

“Don’t worry, boss. I ain’t dating her.” his second in command replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

“I saw that look. You were basically making Tex Avery howling wolf inside your head when you looked at her.” Preston said with a chuckle, making Jesse glare at him. He was ready to punch the living lights out of Preston when you got out; an over-sized white t-shirt with a kitten, black leggings and red converse, your hair now in a messy bun with some curls hanging in your face.

“All done!” you said, skipping to the two males.

“After you, [Name].” Preston said, staying behind you with Jesse.

“Oh, by the way. She’s single.” Preston whispered in Jesse’s ear.

Oh, he was going to kill him.

[spoopieere-the-second]

I can’t believe this bruh wth- *AHAHSHHAHAH-*

(He probably saw all the stuff I drew about Jesse and Preston…)

[slasherbish]

Woods Part 3

The sun had started to set and the rain was now a light drizzle. The temperature was also dropping. “How long until they come looking for you?” You asked wanting to know if you’d end up spending the night with a killer or not. “Tomorrow probably. Preston will be there. Ignore him he’s an idiot.” He responded. You pouted, the thought of staying the night in creepy woods with a killer that video taped everything made you shiver. Gathering your thoughts and emotions you realized you didn’t know his name, It seemed like at this point knowing each other's names would be okay. “Um my name is (y/n) by the way. What's yours?” you asked, now facing the disfigured man. “Jesse” his phone said. “It’s nice to meet you Jesse.” You said with a smile. Night fell quickly.

Your stomach growled loudly in the early morning hours. You had barely slept due to fear of what might happen. Jesse woke up to the sound of your stomach, making a confused look he raised his eyes to meet yours. “Oh I’m sorry my stomach woke you. It’s almost like I haven’t eaten in god knows how long since you kidnapped me.” You said with a hint of anger seeping in. A second later you realized you just basically yelled at a serial killer and covered your mouth with your hands in shock. You were about to apologize when his phone talked “You have bite. I like fire” 

“I’m still sorry. I’m just so hungry and tired.” She said apologetically. His phone spoke up again “You would probably be a better addition than Preston” She tried to figure out what he meant and then it hit her “Are you offering me a job?” You asked. He only shrugged. At this point the sun was rising and out in the middle of nowhere it was a breathtaking view. You even smiled at the sight. Unknown to you your forced companion had noticed the smile, he thought it was a beautiful smile. 

The two of you spent the morning rebuilding the fire and adding in anything that made it smoke more. You had come up with the idea of a smoke signal and Jesse was impressed at your thought process. He hadn’t thought about needing to signal your exact location since the phone by this time was nearly dead and not able to transmit it’s gps signal. The smoke signal rose high into the sky, it would be easy for a plane or helicopter to see from a distance. 

Since neither of you had the survival skills to know which plants were edible you sat trying to make a small spear with the use of one of his knives and a stick. Since you were the faster of the two it would be your job to spear the animal. You were not looking forward to it. Jesse tried to reassure you that it would be okay since it’s for survival. 

Finally you got the courage to try. It didn’t take long for you to find a lone rabbit grazing in a field. Doing your best you missed by a lot and the bunny left in a hurry. “Dammit” you cursed. Jesse silently chuckled at you. Even though it was a silent laugh due to him not being able to really make noise you could sense it and so you turned around giving him a death glare. The large man playfully put up his hands in mock defense. “Oh my gods you have  a sense of humor” you said with a dramatic gasp. 

He didn’t show it often but he did in fact have a softer side. At work it was necessary for him to be the stone cold stoic killer that he is, but in free time he was more relaxed and kind. He no longer saw you as his prey or a threat so he let the walls slip down for a bit. She was relieved that his mood had seemed to improve. After a few more tries you finally managed to kill a larger rabbit. With the brightest, most proud smile you had you held up the dead animal. Jesse clapped to show that he too was proud. He knew how to skin and cook the animal and so he did that half of the work. 

By this time it was noon and the two of you sat happily eating the cooked rabbit.  Just as the meal was finishing up you hear the sound of helicopters and ATV’s. Your eyes widen slightly in fear. Jesse easily sensed this and typed “It’s my company. Don’t tell anyone about me being nice.” the phone said as he put a small amount of sap onto his mask to act as a temporary adhesive. You frowned at this, his face was something you’d grown to like, it was friendly and kind. It pulled you back to reality that most people saw him as something monstrous. You wondered if his company even knew what he looked like. 

A gun in your face snapped you from thoughts. In front of you was a man not as tall or intimidating as Jesse. He had black hair and a wicked smile. “Preston” the phone in Jesse’s hand said. “Oh you’re the annoying one J-Chromeskull was talking about.” Your face lit up as you realized this. The smile on Prestons face left in the blink of an eye, being replaced with a frown/scowl. “You little bitch!” He yelled in your face. You only giggled through your fear. This only angered him more. A woman walked up behind Preston and pushed him aside. It was clear he was the lowest on the food chain. 

“Shut your mouth Preston. Jesse wants her alive.” The woman said calmly. Subconsciously you walked back and bumped into someone. “I..I’m sorry” you stuttered out turning around to see Jesse. The sudden arrival of thirty or so people was overwhelming. The woman eyed you before saying “My name is Spann, I work for Chromeskull.” She said. You nodded trying to collect yourself. “I’m (Y/n)” You managed to say. “I know” Spann said. Looking over the womans shoulder you could see a still angry Preston barking orders at the workers. Jesse put a large hand on your shoulder as reassurance. 

“You have two options now that you know about this organization. We kill you or you work for us.” Spann gave you the ultimatum. 

@slashershell

[slash-em-up]

Marry Your Monsters pt. 1

L2R2 AU: Preston takes a different tactic in his quest to usurp the title of Chromeskull, dragging Mrs. Cromeans into the mix and throwing a once-happy marriage into turmoil.

This came to me at 3 AM this morning... Mainly because I feel like Mrs. Cromeans really got the short end of the stick in L2R2 and I wanted to do something about it.

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Miranda Cromeans needed to pee. Again.  

She sighed deeply and glared at the blue glowing clock on the bedside table – it seemed to mock her as the text changed to read 3:05 AM.

The California King-size bed was nearly bare in the humid Florida night; but that didn’t stop the small trickle of sweat from rolling down Miranda’s neck as she pushed herself into a seated position and tilted to her feet.  

The swell of her pregnant belly offering a significant counter-weight and she took a moment to steady herself.

The nurse at her OBGYNs office had looked at her with sympathy when she told her that Jesse was 6’7”.  

Carrying around what amounted to a bowling ball on her stomach for seven months made Miranda understand the look better than she would have liked.

Shuffling to the bedrooms en-suite, she silently cursed her husband for ‘blessing’ her with his gargantuan offspring. Sure, when the baby came she’d love it and nurture it and probably be head over heels for the infant – but that was far from a comfort when she had to pee every hour, could barely fit her swollen feet into her shoes, and threw up at the slightest provocation.  

Pregnancy was great.  

‘And thank you, Jesse, for being here with me through the whole damn ordeal…’

Mentally, she scolded herself for that last thought. Miranda had always accepted that her husband’s work would force him away from her for long periods of time – it came with the territory when you were running your own company, and Jesse always made it up to her when he came back… but it had been nearly three months and she hadn’t even gotten a video-message from her erstwhile spouse. Even for them, that was a very long time…

A voice in the back of her head whispered meanly that it was a good thing that they’d both signed a prenup. Divorce would go a lot smoother that way.

Miranda shook her head to clear those invasive thoughts, as if the motion could literally knock them from her mind.  

Of course she didn’t want to divorce her husband; but what was she supposed to think when she’d only received brisk, one sentence texts from the man for fucking months?!

Waddling back to the bed, she stared longingly at the empty side of the mattress.

She missed him.

Missed his familiar weight at her back; missed the cheeky grin he’d sport after intentionally flustering her; missed the way he smelled; missed the way his eyes softened when he signed her name…

Damn, these hormones were turning her into a sap.

Grabbing her phone from the table Miranda quickly flipped through her texts, hoping for a message from Jesse. Of course there wasn’t, and she immediately felt worse for having checked.  

She opened up their message chain and tapped into the text box, fingers hovering over the letters she desperately wanted to type.

‘Where are you?’

‘I miss you’

‘Do you want to know the sex of the baby? You do remember we’re having a baby, right?’

Instead she wrote;

M: U up?

Fucking hell.

She nearly jumped out of her skin as the phone began to ring in her palm, Jesse’s picture on the screen.

Jesse was CALLING her?!

She pressed the green icon and tentatively raised the phone to her ear.

“…. Jesse?”

A voice answered.

“I’m afraid not Miranda. My name’s Preston – do you remember me?”

Miranda wracked her brain, vaguely recalling a handsome man she’d met some time ago in passing.

“Yeah… you work with my husband, right?”

She didn’t have to see his face to know the smile that could be heard in his voice was less than kind.

“Right. Well, I thought you should know, Jesse’s in the hospital. He’s had a... uh... pretty major accident, and, well… you should probably be here with him.”

A choked “What?!” was all that Miranda could manage as she struggled to sit up.

Her heart simultaneously dropping into her stomach and pounding harder than if she’d run a marathon.

“Where is he?! What happened? I’ll call a cab right now – what hospital is he in?”

Prestons tone didn’t match the level of urgency she was feeling and Miranda was beginning to resent him for it.

“He’s in a private medical facility on the west side. I’ll send a car around for you – pack a bag; you might want to stay for awhile.”

“Of course… please, send the car, I’ll be ready when they get here.”

She was already tossing items onto an overnight case. Pausing for a moment to gather her thoughts she quickly removed the six pairs of socks she’d unwittingly packed.

She needed to focus.  

Preston gave a perfunctory ‘goodbye’ before hanging up, but Miranda has already stopped listening.  

It was time to go see her husband.

[jesseskullcromeans]

Preston’s kinda hot. Not gonna lie.

*glares* He is sticking his nose up my business. He is usefull when he doesn't stomp me on my tail.

[i-hold-horrors-hand]

Slashers as Sailor Moon Villains (Part 1)

• Freddy Krueger — Queen Nehelennia

• Jesse Cromeans — Prince Demande

• Spann — Esmeraude

• Preston — Rubeus

• Pinhead — Mistress 9

• Candyman — Snow Princess Kaguya

[issdisgrace]

if reqs are open can i request chromeskull, michael, and/or vincent x ftm reader who ended up needing medical attention for a few days after protecting something important to them (e.x.: a mugger stealing their wedding ring, protecting their home from a break in, etc) and the first thing reader does when he wakes up is say something like "dear are you alright? you don't look so good."

a lil angst with a fluffy end if it pleases you milord

JESSE CROMEANS AND VINCENT SINCLAIR REACTING TO THEIR S/O GETTING HURT & REQUIRING MEDICAL ATTENTION

WARNINGS: Hurt/comfort, death, talks of hospitals

A/N: I didn't do Micheal because I feel like he wouldn't really outwardly express his feelings but i hope you enjoy this never the less.

JESSE

Preston was on some crazy trip thinking he was better than Jesse. He came to the house to do god knows what, and that’s when he came cross you instead of Jesse. This is when his mission changed into trying to hurt you, the closet person, to his boss. A scuffle ensues where Preston manages to get some good stabs in, but in hindsight, you're glad Jesse had taught you stuff about disarming people. With the tables turned, you end up brutalising Preston in a blind adrenaline rush. Jesse is the one to find you slumped next to Preston's body half unconscious due to blood loss. In his panic, he is able to get in contact with his med team and some people to clean up the brutal scene. While his team is fixing you up, all he can do is passe back and forth outside of the surgery room, thinking about how he should’ve been there to protect you. Once the med team is done and you're moved into a temporary room, he is there in the room siting in a chair beside you holding your hand, his mask long been discarded. When you wake up, you can immediately tell that is worried sick. Your first instinct, even in your drugged up state, is to comfort him. “Jesse, are you feeling alright? You don’t look too well. You're paler than normal. Have you drunken any water recently?” All he can do is shush you and pull you into a hug, making sure not to hurt you. He’s glad you're still your worry wort self, but you should be more worried about yourself and getting better than him. 

VINCENT

A practically difficult visitor had come to town. Both Bo and Vincent were after the visitor, which didn’t happen often. Vincent told you to stay in the basement and to not leave it until he came and gave the all clear. Unfortunately for you, the visitor stumbled their way into the basement and found you. The visitor held you at knifepoint and made your guy's way to the middle of town, spewing how if they didn’t let them go, they would kill you. Vincent manage to get sneak up on him with the help of Bo distancing the person. Due to the person being startled by Vicent coming up on them, they ended up slitting your throat. It wasn’t life threating, but it was enough for you to be bleeding a decent amount and to need some stitches. This is the first and hopefully the last time you would have to seek medical attention outside. Vincent urged Bo to help him get you into the truck and take you to the hospital. While Bo is relucent, he feels his brother's pain radiating off of him. They take you to the hospital in the town over and managed to make up a believable story on how your cut throat was due to a severe work accident. While your time in the hospital, they manage to keep the police off your guys back. After you got in and were looked at. You were told you needed stitches, you were rightfully freaked out, and you told them the only way you were going to let them give you stitches was if they knocked your ass out to do it. So you got knocked out, and you were stitched you. While you're getting stitched up, Vincent is sulking, feeling bad for letting this happen. He is such in the dumps the whole time that you knocked out that Bo has to comfort him. When you wake up, you find Bo hugging Vincent while Vincent quietly cries into his brother's shoulder. Confused at the sight before you ask. “What going on? Is my Vinny alright?” He is quick to push away from his brother and hug you, almost smothering you. Bo takes this as his time to leave you guys alone and goes to get lunch. Vincent is very lovey. Well, more lovey than normal.