#boseph sinclair

[venus-haze]

Okay so the Mickey Altieri fic will be up tomorrow, and then the Bo Sinclair one some time next week! I was planning for the Mickey one to be around 3k words and now I’m pushing 4k so🫡

🦇 Battie

[writegoblin]

I have been severely craving my boy. No no, not Michael. Boseph uwu

Look at him. Unf.

Anyways.

Bo Sinclair Headcanons!

SFW

- You ended up in Ambrose because your car alignment decided it had enough of these off road shenanigans.

- Your reasons for being out that way, for story purposes, are running from your old life. All your old family and friends are shitty so you an conveniently disappear bc smthn smthn deus ex machina

- HOW you find out about your car alignment is another story. Let's just say, tumbling in a car is much more painful than it looks. What's worse is landing in a roadkill pit. Yeah boy. You know what time it is B)

- Lester almost shit himself when you came from over the highway. He thought you were dead and was going to call Vincent when you punched out the front seat. That's hot. Alright stranger, you're coming with me!

- He tries to clean you up and get your name. Takes you back to his place because he doesn't want to catch the twins off guard. But the day you spend there is lovely.

- You get the Ambrose and immediately shits off. Long story short, you become something of a live in maid. They can't kill you because it would be a lot of hassle on their end (another deus ex. You're related to a cop or something idk), and they COULD turn this situation around. Get use out of you.

- Bo likes how witty you are. You don't like to be bossed around which is clearly why you ran away from home (what are you, 10?)

- At first he's very callous to you and makes no effort to understand you. As far as he's concerned, you're another spoiled out of towner, just impeding on he and his brother's strange get rich scheme (more on that later. I'll explain in end notes.)

- What's worse is you're argumentative. Whenever he asks you to do something (read: yells at you), you always gotta talk back. You say funny stuff sometimes but it's annoying mostly. Vincent enjoys it much more than he does.

- You make nice with Vinny first. When you aren't forced to do chores, he lets you help him with the wax. Bo sees this and eventually realizes that while you are certainly mouthy, you are human with like hobbies and shit.

- He's a chef he's a gourmand

- He cooks for he and Vincent because Vincent, due to some brain damage, has a weird palette. So anything he makes either has way too much seasoning, or it tastes like cardboard. Bo on the other hand, grew up running around the streets of Baton Rogue with his friends after school. He KNOWS how to cook good.

- He's also good at first aid. The actual surgery and medical stuff is Vincent's wheelhouse but once you broke your arm trying to fix some shutters he told you to fix. He felt bad so he very gingerly fixed your arm. It healed really nicely but you'll never forget the way those blue eyes of his were so warm when he looked at you, touching the bend in your forearm and his voice, gentle as the day you first met went, "does it hurt?"

- Yeah but you looking at me like that bout to get me pregnant hurts worse sir

- As a boyfriend he's only jealous/protective around tourists. But as a dude in a town with a population of technically 3.5 if you count Lester's visits, he gets it. He does not mind his twin ogling you. He does not mind sharing EVENTUALLY. At first, he's very apprehensive.

- Bo's love language is physical touch. Even nonsexual touch is nice. He likes laying his head in your lap while yall watch TV and you rake your nails through his scalp gently.

- When he gets night terrors he likes to hold onto you in the dark like hope. He puts his face in your chest and he's almost like a little kid for a second. You have no choice but to coddle aw noooo aw man can't believe I have this hot sexy guy in my lap crying ohbhughghh

- If you're pear shaped? He loves your hips. Man, woman, ethereal creature, it don't matter. He was born an ass man he'll die an ass man.

- If you like star gazing, he'll listen to you rattle off about constellations. He likes listening to people ramble about unique special interests because it gives him a little taste of variety in his quiet life.

NSFW

- big. Thick. Cut.

- leftward pitch and he loves doing mating presses.

- much more inclined to rough sex (obviously)

- I do know he likely and unfortunately assaulted those ladies on the wall but in my HCs I like to think it was CNC instead. What stops him from doing the same here is you're too loud and mouthy, so the attraction is initially not there.

- As you soften up because of Vin though, and start opening up and smiling and being cute, he can't help but let his mind roam sometimes.

- Loves fantasizing you in different little costumes to dress up in. A visitor once visited and she was a cam girl! In your size! So lucky!

- please were garter belts this man will not be normal

- Loves intercurral. To punish you if he catches you masturbating, he'll fuck your thighs until he cuts, leaving you all hot and bothered.

- The basement does not come into equation until after the first time. And the first time is more of a gentle, romantic moment of vulnerability.

- Your first time was during a thunderstorm and you were telling him about your past and how so many people hurt you. Abused you. He felt so connected to you. You always held back your anger and he let you express it by throwing stuff and by the end of it you were a sobbing and screaming and laughing mess and he was standing in the debris and he saw himself and he reached out and kissed you in an attempt to ammend himself.

- When he made love to you that night, he decided your ass is never moving out sorry lol

- Exhibitionist. Likes to take you to Baton Rogue for little dates and fucks you in alleys and parks. The most exciting was a drive in theater he took you to where you gave him head. He fucked you in the wooded area outside after.

- PRIESTKINKPRIESTKINK

- Hahaha okay but what if you confessed and he fucked u in the confessional would that be crazy or what

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have a few HOW headcanons actually!

- the boys do the whole house of Wax thing in an attempt to get rich. Bo decided "oh I guess I could be mayor but hm no money here" and he rubbed two cells together and was like "WHAT IF WE MADE AN ATTRACTION THAT WAS THE BESTEST."

- tricked Vin into it cause "they're carrying Mom's legacy :(((( she'd love this trust me we're gonna expand the house into a town it'll be great."

- Lester's there cause he loves his brother's and is also admittedly a bit crazy himself. He's definitely tied a few people up and intimidated people, but that's not his usual job. He's too baby.

- Canonically, where Ambrose is located, it would be a roughly 30 min drive (or 2 hours I forgor lol) to Baton Rogue! So fun fact. They're Baton boys uwu

- I think even though Bo is a good cook, gumbo is Lester's wheelhouse cause he's just got that swagger to him. Like if I met Lester and he was like "do u want me to make you gumbo" I'd say yes, no hesitation.

[ventiswampwater]

Bo and Lester Sinclair

AHHHHHHH, the stinky men themselves 🦍 + 🐀!!!

disclaimer: imo, any situation in which u "date" either of these two men would have to be predicated on some absolute tomfuckery and a hostage-type situation. LMAO. I see no other conceivable world where you'd just........run into them and have a normal ass relationship jhfdsjhfjdshjsdf they are so deeply ABNORMAL. so warnings for stockholm syndrome/dubcon headcanons below!!

once again under the cut bc a bitch truly does TALK

feel free to send me a character of ur choice for headcanons and I'll give u 3 pros and 3 cons of dating them. if ur so inclined!!!!

boseph

sidenote: I've been on a sabbatical from Him™ recently. he's been on the backburner. I've been hoovering down DIFFERENT fictional shlong. HAPPILY. so tell me why I was scrollin thru these gifs of him goin yum yum there he IS HIIIIII BABY hehehehe muy deliciosio. ?????? so fuckin embarrassing!!!!!!!!!!

ANYWAY.

3 PROS

dick game is fucking immaculate. I HATE to fuckin say it. literally crying screaming THROWING TF UP. bc come on. I'd LOVE. more than anything. to tell u with CONFIDENCE that it's subpar. but I'd be fuckin lying to u AND myself. and the gods would smite my fuckin ass from existence. so yeah. it's good. u know. the kinda dick game where he absolutely does not care if this feels good 4 u. and it's mean and awful............but somehow it's makin u astral project into 328798329832 different galaxies. it's SUCH a fuckin shame. smh.

despite being a FAKE ASS LARPING "mechanic", I genuinely do think he's handy and knows his way around vehicles/how to fix things. he's very much a car guy. <-this is also a CON. have u met a CAR GUY before??? immediate no. but I'm considering it a pro. bc u will definitely have to bring him sweet tea down to his stupid shop one summer afternoon. and the garage doors will be wide open and he'll be blasting korn or slipknot or some shit. and he'll be workin on a car engine in a slutty wifebeater with a slutty lil rag tucked into his slutty lil belt loop. and he'll be sweaty and covered in grease and annoying. he'll complain about how ur interrupting his work. and then u get banged on the hood of the car bc he's a skank. so it's a pro.

I just feel like he smells G O O D. like. AS MUCH as I call him stinky. I unfortunately think he consistently smells good. like. the kinda smell that makes ur brain go ooga booga cavewoman-mode and forget ur basic motor functions. sigh sigh SMH

3 CONS

EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN FOR THIS LOSER

MEAN dom (this is also. regrettably. a pro)

it would be SO fun to peg him. u will never peg him.

mommy issues out the fuckin WAZOO. daddy issues too. every issue in the fuckin book. get ready 2 be seen less as a person and more as a weird conglomeration mishmash projected fantasy-nightmare. he's dedicated his whole adult life to maintaining a murdertown in his beloved mama's memory. his mother also fucking hated him. he's very aware of that. recreates and sexualizes his trauma to feel better about all that. yikes!!!!!!!!!! YIKES!!!!!!!!!!

lester

3 PROS

full of boundless enthusiasm!! genuinely interested in what u have to say!! will happily talk to u for hours about whatever dumb shit u have boppin around ur brain!! most ppl are usually unsettled by him (honestly, for valid reasons LMAO. I mean. he IS leading u to certain doom in his big bro's helltown), so having someone around who doesn't treat him like an oddity has him BUZZING.

he's a v strange but thoughtful gift-giver. I definitely see him as the kinda guy to randomly give u weird lil trinkets. like here u go. he whittled down this wood into the shape of a catfish for u. he's coming over to present u with a bizarre taxidermied raccoon w/a frilled dress and tiara. both the dress and tiara are made of recycled chip bags and six-pack rings. u love it

I feel like he makes a MEAN gumbo. u wouldn't even know it's made of lizard tails and alligator eyeballs. unless he told u. which he will. w/a huge grin while ur mid-mouthful

3 CONS

actually LITERALLY stinky. like. RANCID. DIS-COS-TANG. I'm not discounting the fact that he takes baths in like. a metal tub in his backyard w/dial soap. from time to time. but come on. he's a bit putrid. a bit foul.

I v much feel that he hasn't navigated a lot (if any) normal adult relationships. so get ready for some pie-in-the-sky goofy affection that skews pretty immature. he means well, but there's a lot of cognitive dissonance and general weirdness there. he's hardly been shown any good representations on how relationships should work, so his interpretation is...................boyish. and strange

I.........feel like he's clingy. just. smthn about him. as happy-go-lucky as he might appear, he's v liable of getting his feelings hurt if he feels like ur pulling away/losing interest in him. all the sinclair boys are pretty DEEPLY maladjusted lmao. I could see him being the type of personality to sulk around. he's the baby of the family after all. just a lil guy (affectionate) (derogatory)

[visceravalentines]

go clothes shopping with, go to ikea with, go grocery shopping with

Gimme Thomas Hewitt, Boseph Sinclair and Pinhead

hello teef I hope your day is amazing!! 💕

clothes shopping with Pinhead for sure bc I would like to know where he gets all The Stuff and maybe he will give me a scary hell goth makeover

grocery shopping with Tommy bc I would like to buy that man a cookie just for him and make sure he's not hungry at all and let him pick whatever he wants 🥺

unfortunately that leaves Ikea with my darling Bangel which sounds like the absolute worst way to spend the afternoon. he makes fun of the names and thinks everything looks stupid and doesn't like being railroaded through the store. why did I bring him

[spector-bear]

I was wondering today what Bo was short for and my brain told me Boseph, and I honestly can't come up with anything better and I'm not googling it so

✨️Boseph Sinclair✨️

[jamblr-ramblr]

in my mind i keep calling bo boseph and bo "it's up at the house" sinclair

[thesightstoshowyou]

Smart Mouth

Bo Sinclair x F Reader (NSFW)

Part 2

Read Part 1 here

Summary: You accidentally invoke the wrath of Bo Sinclair. You pay dearly, but it’s all in good fun. This is just porn. Plot? I don’t know her.

Warnings: Dubcon, bondage, oral, slapping, daddy kink, degradation, spanking, choking

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            Living with three men was miserable on a good day, infuriating on a bad day. Today is a bad day. You’d just cleaned and already the main level is a mess.

             You grumble, picking up a dirty shirt here, a candy wrapper there, kicking a pair of muddy boots toward the door where they should go, rather than in the middle of the living room. You spot one of Bo’s many hats perched on top of the television. You plunk it on your head, freeing up your hand so you can pick up a plate sitting on the coffee table.

             Stomping up the stairs, you head to the overflowing laundry basket, adding to the teetering pile until it threatens to topple over. You toss a few things into Lester’s room, a few more into Vincent’s before heading to Bo’s room at the end of the hall. The door is closed and you are just about to knock when it’s thrown open.

             A surprised “Oh!” leaves you with a little gasp. A crooked grin creeps across his face and he flicks the brim of the hat on your head. Oh, right. The hat. Here comes the teasing. 

             “Stealin’ my shirts and hats. I oughta be flattered.”

             “You ‘oughta’ not leave all your shit laying around,” you snark, forgetting, for a moment, to whom you speak. Bo chuckles darkly and bites his lip, smirk growing. You balk. You sassed the wrong Sinclair.

             “You got a smart mouth today, sweetheart,” he comments, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms, blue eyes full of dark promise. Instantly, you turn on your heel, making a break for your room but Bo is faster, gripping you around the waist and tossing you over his shoulder.

             His hat tumbles off your head, forgotten in the hallway when he slams his door shut. You shriek when he tosses you onto his bed, crawling over you to pin your arms above your head. He sits squarely on your knees when you start to kick and uses his free hand to tear your shirt open.

            You buck your hips to little effect. Bo laughs, cruel sneer still plastered to his face. He wants you to fight, wants to feel your writhing body underneath him, so you do. You twist and kick, trying and failing to wrench your wrists out of his grasp.

            He keeps a roll of duct tape on the nightstand for this exact purpose. Bo tears off a long strip with his teeth, quickly winding it around your wrists. He does the same with your ankles.

           “I’d cover that bratty mouth too but I think we can put it to better use,” he says, out of breath but grinning. He’s already hard, the outline of his cock clearly visible through his jeans.

           Bo grips the tape around your bound wrists and hauls you to a sitting position before fisting a hand in your hair and shoving your face into his crotch. You pretend to be horrified, turning your face away so he has to force you back by your hair. Internally, you’re burning, drenched and aching between the thighs.

           He pops the button on his jeans, leisurely dragging the zipper down before reaching into his briefs to free his cock, swollen and leaking. Your mouth waters but you snap it shut, shaking your head when he teases your lips with the drooling head.

          “Open up, baby girl. Play nice and I’ll go easy on ya’.” You try and twist away but the grip on your hair tightens until your eyes water.

           You gasp when Bo slaps you across the face, open palm, hard enough to sting but not hard enough to leave a mark. He slaps you twice more and your mouth falls open in a cry. He grips your jaw, squeezing until you open wider. Hastily, he shoves his cock past your lips, groaning when he hits the back of your throat.

           You gag and Bo groans low in his chest, “Yeah, good girl, take daddy’s cock.” You fight your gag reflex, inhaling through your nose and swallowing him into your throat, taking every inch until your nose meets the dark curls at the base.  

            “Ohh, fuck yeah, yeah, just like that….” Filthy praise meets your ears when you back off, hollowing out your cheeks and bobbing your head. Bo pushes back into your throat, bucking his hips as spit drips from your chin and tears stream down your cheeks.

           You look up at him through your wet eyelashes and he quickly pulls you off his cock, chest heaving. “Tryin’ to make me cum? You want it that bad, slut?”

           You shake your head, trying to jerk your head out of his punishing grip. Bo shoves you back on the bed, holding you down while he unbuttons your jeans, tugging them down your hips to your knees. He throws your legs over his shoulder and runs his thumb along your slit, chuckling darkly when the digit comes back coated in shiny slick.  

           “Fuckin’ lyin’ to me again, baby. It’s like you want me to hurt ya’.”

           SLAP

           The sound reverberates around the room when Bo brings his hand down, hard, against your ass. You yelp and try to scoot away but he holds tight to the tape securing your ankles. He spanks you again, and again, switching sides until your flesh is a stinging pink and you’re fighting for real.

           His calloused palm smooths over your angry skin and he coos in mock sympathy. Tears drip down your cheeks just as your neglected cunt drips onto the sheets. Bo leans over you, teasing your slippery entrance with the head of cock.

           “You want it, baby girl? Tell me, go on.”

           “Please, Bo,” you beg, pushing your hips against him as much as your bonds will allow. Just that little bit of friction makes you moan pathetically.

           “What’s that? I didn’t catch that, sweetheart. Maybe ask a lil’ nicer.”

           “Daddy, please, p-please, I want your cock, please daddy—

           When Bo slams his hips forward, impaling you, you’re sure the strangled shout that rips from your throat is heard at the other end of town. He slaps a hand over your mouth, chuckling. His other hand snakes around your throat, squeezing and using the leverage to pull you down onto his cock as he furiously bucks his hips.

           You scream into his hand as he pounds you into the mattress. Sweat beads along your forehead as that wonderful tension curls in your belly, growing tighter and tighter with every snap of his hips. You screw your eyes shut, the sensation quickly becoming too much, too fast.

           “Uh uh, look at me baby, I want ya’ lookin’ at me when you cum.” You force your eyes open, meeting Bo’s heated stare. He’s close too, you can feel it in the way his hands quiver against your skin.

           “Come on, give it to me, baby girl, cum on daddy’s cock.” That does it. A wanton moan spills into the palm of Bo’s hand as hot, sticky pleasure grips you from the inside. Your twitching cunt clenches down around the cock battering your insides and Bo utters a hasty “fuck”, quickly pulling from your warmth and spilling on your lower belly, a noisy groan bubbling up from his throat.  

            “Jesus Christ, baby. Fuck,” he gasps, sated grin curling at the corners of his mouth, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. You release a breathy laugh, falling still when he leans low to press his lips to yours.

             It’s surprisingly tender, the kiss, Bo’s lips caressing yours for a few sweet moments before pulling away. He immediately ruins the moment with a, “God damn, that’s some good pussy.” You roll your eyes, holding out your hands in a silent request to be released.

             What did you expect, really?

[yourlocalslasher]

This is Bo and you can’t change my mind.

[fartoo-sensitive]

i literally am watching house of wax AGAIN but it kills me how bo comes out of the church, lights his cigarette, takes like one drag off it, then throws it out and goes back in to "put the casket in the ground"...and then says he'll be done in a half-hour?? hes so funny

[passwordispassword]

Bo being called a skank just made my day

[ayo-wheres-the-paprika]

sinclair bros x actor! s/o ; you play a hot villain in a movie

sinclair bros (separate) x gn! reader | headcanon format

word count: 1,644 (~500 words per section) 

warnings: mentions of violence. sexual themes throughout, but nothing explicit. i made the reader ace-friendly. the role you play in the film is treated like eye candy at certain points, just in case that makes anyone uncomfy.

~ ♡ ~

BOSEPH

Aw man, he’s absolutely thrilled. His little darlin’ is in a movie? Well then what are you waiting for? You better put it on! He’s even more curious when you warn him about your, uh... flirtatious character. 

Evil AND hot, you say? Now you got him doing that wicked lil smirk we all know and love.

You can get creative with how you would go about the situation, but I really like the idea of Bo (or any of the brothers) absentmindedly flipping through the T.V channels, only to freeze when he sees your face on screen and he does the Squint and Point(tm)

From the minute you appeared on screen -- hands on your hips, smokey eye makeup, and glaring straight at the camera -- he knew he was gonna fall in love with your character. Expect a low whistle and a comment like “Well shit, look atcha...”

The movie was geeky as hell, but it was admittedly entertaining, and Bo seemed to actually enjoy it, sparing a few genuine chuckles at the film’s self-aware jokes and its physical comedy. The fast-paced storyline held his attention too.

But of course, he enjoyed the movie because of your character.

The way your dialogue consisted mostly of sexual innuendoes, your voice dripping with an overexaggerated yet soothing sultry tone made him feel some type of way… he was constantly sending wolfish grins your way, along with flirty comments that made your face heat up.

For example:

The lead girl’s eyes widened as she took in your appearance when you seemingly materialized out of thin air, “You’re here?” she sputtered, “You came?”

You let out a dark chuckle, your voice dripping with that buttery, smooth tone that could make even a porn star blush (honestly, you were quite satisfied with your performance), “I sure did, princess.” 

From beside you, just under his breath, you hear Bo mutter, “I will too when this movie ends.” smirking to himself when you let out a choked shriek.

Your character was a MASSIVE prick too, which only made Bo amp up the comments. “Quite a mouth ya got there, sugar.” He says with that husky drawl, to which you respond by chucking a pillow at his head.

He would find it especially entertaining if you were more shy and sweet in real life. He found his gentle lover taking on the role of a smooth-talking, flirty badass to be absolutely hilarious (and hot).

Or, if you’re more on the bold, confident side: seeing you get a chance to show off your charisma and beauty with nothing holding you back was attractive as fuck to him.

Expect him to be a bit handsy with you afterwards. Wrapping his arms around your waist, whispering praises and dirty comments into your ears. “You looked real [pretty/handsome] like that, darlin’,” He purrs, “didn’t know you had it in ya, what else are you hidin’ from me?” If you’re looking to have some fun that night, you most certainly will get it.

But if not, Bo will lay off. No matter how much you rile him up, he still prioritizes your comfort. He’s definitely gonna need some alone time to work something out though…

~ ♡ ~

VINCENT

Oh, this? This definitely piqued his interest.

You’re saying his lover, his muse (is it a really vincent x reader fic without the word ‘muse’ mentioned at least once?) was in a movie? Your beauty captured on film for many to see? He must see it.

You’ve seen all his artpieces, from the wax statues to the impressive drawings in his sketchbook, it would only be fair for him to see your work, right? Even when you shyly warned him about your role, he was insistent on watching you act.

(offtopic, but just imagine vincent trying to eat popcorn but doing the “michael myers eating chips” face)

Besides his artwork, you’ve never seen Vincent this engrossed in something before. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, supporting his hands that cupped his face. Even with his deadpan mask on, you could see his unblinking eye remain glued to the screen. Vincent is not known for being talkative, and yet somehow he managed to be even quieter than usual.

He was already enjoying the film long before you even showed up -- the eerie visuals in the opening sequence impressed him and captured his attention right away -- along with the themes of demons, possession, and dark religious imagery. It was right up his alley.

And hey, the soundtrack was good too. The suspenseful score mixed with some lively tunes to contrast against the unsettling visuals. Vincent was happy. 

Then along came your character… a sweet, unassuming person at first, but quickly reveals themself to the audience as deliciously sinister. 

You noticed Vincent’s head tilting at all your suggestive dialogue, along with the way you seemed to sway as you went about. You even caught him giving you a look with a peculiar glint in his eye that reminded you of Bo.

One scene in particular caught his attention...

Soft vintage music crackled in the background, lit candles littering the room as you danced to the rhythm. You swayed your hips, moving around like you weighed no more than a feather. The lighting and the camerawork did you wonders, making you look so ethereal, yet so sinister. You twirled about, lost in your own world as if the chaos all around you brought you a sick sense of pleasure. 

It didn’t help that you were clad in light, sexy sleepwear.

Vincent turned to give you a knowing look... only to find you hiding your face in the pillow, groaning a muffled, agonized “Oh Goddddd”.

Unlike his twin, Vincent appreciates the artistic side of your performance more than the flirtatious nature of your role.

Though he undoubtedly had some less-than-innocent thoughts about you, he was mostly in awe. Why wouldn’t he be? He was watching you in your element. Performing clearly came naturally to you, how dare you hide this talent from him?

Was this how you felt watching him work on his art?

Watching you act would be insanely inspiring to him, whether you played a seductive villain or even just an extra in the background, it was fascinating to watch you perform.

He just thinks you’re brilliant, and thanks to you, he’s got some brand new ideas of what to draw. Drawings that will reside in his, uh, secret sketchbook.

~ ♡ ~

LESTER

Well, hell yeah. You might as well have just told him you went to the moon.

He immediately lit up like all the stars in the night sky found their way into his eyes. “My sweetpea’s a star!?” He exclaimed with that toothy grin you adored. You did not consider yourself a famous actor, not in the slightest, but in Lester’s eyes, you belonged in Hollywood.

A good ol’ campy slasher film… with his beloved as one of the antagonists!? Did Christmas arrive early?

Even with the warnings of sexual humour and an overall messy storyline, he could only focus on being able to see his partner on the T.V, and of course, when you told him about your more provocative role, it only fueled his excitement.

I headcanon Lester as the type of person to make constant commentary on the film he’s watching, which can either be extremely endearing or annoying (let him TALK, dammit). He’ll watch the group of protagonists explore the abandoned building the killers resided in, saying something like “Aw nah, see, ya can’t be doing somethin’ like that.” and “Oh, y’gonna kill these guys, aintcha (y/n)?”

He starts beaming when you show up on screen, and your character’s bubbly personality only makes him fall in love twice as hard… along with the shirt you were wearing, which was only buttoned up halfway, exposing a generous amount of your chest.

The camera even makes a point of panning up and down your body, earning a giggle from your boyfriend.

It only gets worse when your character proceeds to use seduction as a way to lure their victims, that along with their cheeriness lures the protagonists into a false sense of security.

To no one’s surprise, it’s quickly revealed that you were a part of a large group of serial killers, and thus, the massacre begins. Lester is NOT paying attention to the story whatsoever. He does not care about these damn kids getting murdered -- they shouldn’t have explored the creepy abandoned building in the first place -- he is looking at YOU and YOU ONLY.

He’s totally cheering for your character too. Fuck them kids, he’s got a hot slasher s/o to support.

You burst into a giggling mess, plunging the blade multiple times into the heart of one of the lead characters, scarlet bathing your face and clothing. The young man beneath you stopped struggling and screaming after the fourth stab, but the fun wasn’t over yet. Not for you.

Raising the blade to your lips, you licked the blood off with a satisfied but very suggestive moan. A pretty noise that undoubtedly made your boyfriend’s ears perk up. 

Oh great, now he was giving you that perverted grin.

In a pitiful attempt to divert his attention, you just muttered, “Fun fact, the, uh, the blood? It was corn syrup... cool, right?...

... right?”

Lester’s got a good mix of his older brothers’ reactions; he channels Bo’s flirty advances and Vincent’s admiration.

He rests his head on your chest, eyes glimmering up at you, “Y’re quite the little [actor/actress], sweetpea. I’m mighty proud o’ you.” meanwhile, he’s just... not-so-subtly trying to slide his hands under your shirt.

If you’re not looking for sex, then you’ve earned yourself a cuddly makeout session with your boyfriend! Full of praise too, going on and on about how good you were and how you were his “lil’ star”.

Congratulations, you turned Lester Sinclair into a slasherfucker.

[ventiswampwater]

Curious as to what you’ve said “haha what if I jokingly shipped them/headcanoned this ironically” about……… please do tell. If u are so inclined 👀 (but no pressure ofc 💜)

uh OH!!!!!!!

under the CUT bc a bitch sure can TALK

SHIPS:

gonna start off w/chainshipping. NOT bc I started shipping them as a joke. bc no. I've been deathly serious about them from the JUMP. tragically!!

but chainshipping...............in the context of this stupid ass princess bride au. it WAS a joke. it was a fun time. it was playing dolls ALONE in my ROOM.

and now................I'm actually thinking I'm gonna publish it for other ppl to potentially read & suffer thru.

ACE. I made a lil fic graphic the other day:

.....................it's so Over.

(knives out/the menu) I SAW THIS GIFSET and now I'm a marta/margot truther. they're dating. in my head. I cannot shake this. it's canon to me. I never crosspollinate characters from vastly separate media!!! except I do. in this case.

(saw ii) amanda/addison/laura!! I have an unfinished wip in my drafts for them. that I luv v much. it's a kinda-dreary/kinda-warm n cozy/kinda-contemplative/VERY gay lil piece.

bc what if they all made it out of the nerve gas house together?? and what if they holed up in a dumpy lil apartment?? the medicine cabinet is full of nail polish and makeup that laura steals from riteaid. addison is constantly unclogging the shitty fuckin tub. amanda has a drawer full of knives in the bedroom. the front door is firmly bolted but that's never enough. so, they sleep in shifts. laura sandwiched in the middle. and they argue and scrape by. eat takeout and kiss. none of them are normal.

I'll finish it eventually gdhfshgfhdsghfds

HEADCANONS:

(midnight mass) father paul in the vw bug on his way 2 abercrombie & fitch. to buy skinny jeans w/the church credit card. re: my deranged tags on this gifset.

this is SO canon to me. as far as I'm concerned, it was featured in the show. it wasn't. but it was.

(saw) strahm having played baseball in his youth.

this is all bc I stumbled upon the knowledge that scott patterson actually did play baseball in his 20's.

and he looked rather scrumdiddlyumptious while doing so. my bread and butter is research born from [insert whorism here].

this hc was further exacerbated & cemented by one of many unhinged late night convos w/@visceravalentines about the guyfreaks. we're both v convinced @ this point that strahm has a baseball-related old sports injury. it occasionally flares up when he shoots. definitely had to go to work-mandated PT bc of a particularly bad reaction to recoil once. and he hated every second of it.

additionally, strahm being a u2/goo goo doll fan. he just IS. to me.

(house of wax) litcherally ANYTHING I have EVER said on here about the sinclair's. especially boseph. y'all should've locked me up & thrown away the key YEARS ago. using this post as an example.

^ ofc, these are just the thangs currently @ the top of my mind. like bubbles on top of a carbonated drink. if u dive into that glass..............well. radiation. poisoning.

[gelicide]

Maybe do a6 for Lester Sinclair or Bo? For the cursed emoji

i think bo would be more likely 2 do this so here's boseph

send me some cursed emoji slasher requests!

[ask-the-sinclair-brothers]

Bo’s mom has got it going on,

Bo’s mom has got it going on

Hey Bo can I come over after cla-a-a-ass

(after class)

We can kill some folks

And have them turned into wa-a-a-ax

(turned into wax)

Did your mom get back from the arts and craft store?

(arts and crafts store)

Is she there or is she in the wax house giving a tour

(giving a tour)

And I know that you think it’s just a fantasy

But you’re just not my type, it’s the wax sculptor milf for me oh

Bo’s mom has got it going on

She’s all that I want and she gets me turned on

Boseph can’t you see it’s Mrs. wax house mom for me

I know it might be wrong but I’m in love with Bo’s mom

Beauregard Sinclair. Exe has stopped working

[slashhinginghasher]

Things you could call Bo Sinclair to really piss him off:

Boseph

Bonathon

Boliver

Bobert

Boromir

Bohemian Rhapsody

Bojangles

Boba (tea or Fett, your choice)

Bojack Horseman

Bobo the orangutan from Drake & Josh, specifically

Boston

[yourlocalslasher]

When your brother gets all the credit for killing but you snipped off the victims finger: