#vincent sinclair

[vita-divata]

Rewatched House of wax recently

[wyndy31]

GODDAMMIT

Okokok, can I request Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, and Michael Myers with a s/o that’s just super stereotypically feminine? Like, she hates bugs and getting messy, loves pink and makeup, says words like ‘totes’ ‘adorbs’ and ‘obvi’, loves shopping, etc.? Sorry if it’s super vague ;-; but I’d love to see it in your writing style ♡

Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt & Michael Myers with a Super Stereotypically Feminine S/O (SEPARATE)

Summary: Imagine Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt and Michael Myers with a stereotypically overly feminine S/O who only wears pink, cute things, hates bugs and dirt and speaks in a city girl language.

A/N: I really loved writing this request, it was great to see the dynamics of these slashers with a super feminine S/O, I wrote it listening to Sabrina Carpenter and Fifty Fifty to get more into the mood. I hope you like it as much as I did.

Bo Sinclair

“If it’s pink and sparkly, it’s probably already in her purse.”

Bo Sinclair never expected a girl like you to waltz into Ambrose. Hell, he wouldn’t have believed someone like you existed, much less would stay.

You were all fluttery lashes, bubblegum lip gloss, and sparkly earrings shaped like hearts. When you first stumbled into the wax museum, looking absolutely horrified by the “rustic aesthetic,” he expected you to start screaming bloody murder. Instead, you blinked at him, tilted your head like a curious little kitten, and said: 

“You’d be super hot if you smiled more. Like, dangerous bad boy vibes. I dig it.”

Bo had no idea what to say. It might’ve been the first time he’d ever been stunned silent.

You hated dirt, bugs, blood—literally everything Ambrose was soaked in. You gasped when your heel broke on the cracked sidewalk and clutched him dramatically like they were in a soap opera. “Bo, I’m limping. You’re gonna have to carry me. This is a whole crisis!”

At first, he rolled his eyes. A lot. Teased you constantly. Called you "Barbie" and "Princess" with a smug little grin.

But over time, something changed.

He started noticing how you lit up talking about stuff he’d never cared about before—nail polish shades, the drama of lipstick undertones, reality TV betrayals. You’d sit cross-legged on his dusty bed, wearing fuzzy socks and ranting about your favorite fashion influencers while applying glitter highlighter in a cracked mirror. Bo would sit there, arms crossed, pretending not to listen... even though he always was.

You'd make him stand still so you could “fix his eyebrows” or “just a little bronzer, babe, for definition!” and Bo would grumble but let you do it. The way your eyes sparkled when you were focused on something—especially him—made it real damn hard to say no.

And as much as he tried to play it cool, Bo adored the way you clung to him when a beetle skittered across the floor, squealing and climbing half up his torso like he was your knight in dirty denim armor.

"You're lucky you're cute," he'd mutter, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Obvi," you’d giggle, pressing a glossy kiss to his cheek and leaving a shiny mark he never wiped off until you weren't looking.

You gave Ambrose something it hadn’t had in years—life, noise, glitter in every corner of the wax museum (much to Vincent’s quiet suffering). Your pink hairbrush sat next to his tools. Your perfume mixed with motor oil. There were rhinestones on the old radio dials in his car.

And when some poor bastard stumbled into town and made a snide comment about “that bimbo clinging to Bo like a chihuahua,” Bo didn’t even give a warning. He just grabbed the guy by the collar, smiled wide, and said, “Say one more word. Go on. I dare you.”

He’d never say it out loud, but Bo loved you fiercely. Loved your dramatics, your soft hands, the way you made him feel like a movie star instead of a wax museum reject.

And if anyone touched you? God help them.

Even if you’d never lift a finger yourself (“I don’t do violence—it’s so bad for the nails, babe”), Bo was more than willing to handle it for you.

Because at the end of the day, you were his ridiculous, high-maintenance, adorable nightmare—and he wouldn't change a single thing about you.

Bonus: The Shopping Trip (Against Bo’s Will)

Bo Sinclair in a mall was the equivalent of dropping a pitbull into a ballet studio.

He was stiff, annoyed, and visibly scowling, while you pranced from one boutique to the next, holding up clothes and saying things like “This screams me, doesn’t it?” and “Bo, look at this! It’s like a skirt, but with fur!”

Every time he tried to retreat to a bench, you’d call him over with a squeal: “Babe! You have to hold my purse, I’m going to try this on!”

Bo, standing in a women’s boutique holding a pink bedazzled purse with a small chihuahua keychain on it, was a sight to behold. Some teenage girls giggled as they passed by. He gave them a slow death-glare that shut them up instantly.

And then you stepped out of the fitting room wearing something way too short, way too sparkly, and totally you.

Bo’s jaw tightened. “You’re not wearin’ that in public.”

“Why not?” You asked, twirling. “Too hot for you?”

Bo reached for his wallet. “…We’re buyin’ it. But you only wear it in the damn house.”

You grinned like you won a war. “So possessive. Kinda hot.”

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Thomas Hewitt + Family

“Tommyyyy! There's a bug in the kitchen and it’s HUGE—oh my god, baby, I need you to handle it like, right now!”

Thomas had never met anyone like you.

You waltzed—actually waltzed—into the Hewitt family's dusty, decrepit home like a princess misplaced in a horror movie. Pink suitcase, heart-shaped sunglasses, fluffy keychains, lip gloss glinting like wet sugar on her pout. Your clothes were always perfectly matched, your hair always done, and you wore perfume that made you smell like cotton candy and cherry soda.

To the rest of the world, you were obnoxiously girly, with your dramatic hand gestures, and constant stream of Valley Girl slang. But to Tommy? You were pure, sweet light.

You squealed at bugs and cobwebs, refused to step into the kitchen barefoot, and definitely did not want to see “where the meat was made.” But instead of being cruel or judgmental, you’d wrinkle your nose and go:

"Ew, okay, I’m like, gonna pretend that doesn’t exist—but you’re still the cutest murder bear I’ve ever seen."

And Thomas, who had always been seen as a monster, didn’t know how to process someone calling him cute. His usual instinct was to back away, but you wouldn’t let him. You’d follow him around the house in your slippers with fuzzy pom-poms on top, chattering about skincare and outfit inspo and "how maybe this place could really pop if we added just a little pastel wallpaper."

When you first tried to hug him, Thomas froze—like a deer caught in headlights. No one touched him like that. No one wanted to. But you buried your head against his chest and mumbled, “You’re like a big warm teddy bear... with a chainsaw. So weird, but I love it.”

From then on, he melted every time you got close.

He’d do anything to protect you. You never had to lift a finger. If there was something gross in your path? Thomas took care of it. Bugs, messes, even replacing broken heels when you cried over snapping one on the old farmhouse stairs.

You made him feel seen—not as Leatherface, but as Thomas, the quiet man who liked to sew, who carefully cut fabric, who noticed colors and stitches. 

One time, you saw the damaged lace curtain he’d repaired in the living room and gasped, "Wait—did YOU do this? Tommy, that’s, like, totally impressive! You’re, like, an artsy murder man!"

It made his ears go pink. He didn’t understand half of what you said, but he loved listening to you talk. Your voice was high and musical and full of love for every silly thing—nail polish, boy bands, weird drinks from the gas station.

And when you grabbed his hand and painted his massive fingernails soft pastel pink? He let you. Quiet. Blushing. Heart pounding behind the mask.

You brought chaos into his life, but it was the kind he never knew he needed. You made the horror of his world feel like background noise, just scenery for you to twirl and sparkle through.

You were scared of messes, yes. But never of him. And that was enough to make him fall harder every day.

Reaction of the Hewitt Family when they met you:

Luda Mae:

At first, Luda wasn’t sure what to make of you.

You were like a living Barbie doll—heels clacking across the floorboards, constantly asking if they had “like, anything organic” in the fridge, and wrinkling your nose at the dust like it personally offended her.

But then she saw the way Thomas looked at you. That softness. That stillness in his shoulders. Like he was finally… breathing easy.

And when Luda saw you gingerly wiping dust off the kitchen table with a pink handkerchief—still gagging, but trying—she raised a brow and muttered to herself:

"Well, I’ll be damned. That boy finally found someone who ain’t runnin’."

Within a week, Luda Mae was fussing over you like you were one of her own:

"Now sweetheart, don’t you go starvin’ yourself just ‘cause our food’s not from some big city spa store. You need meat on them little bones."

She even started defending your quirks: "If she wants pink lemonade in a wine glass, let her have it. She’s happy, and Tommy’s happy. That’s all I care about."

Luda eventually took great pride in teaching you “real homemaking,” even if your girlie girl instincts clashed hard with rural chores. You made a hilarious duo— “You expect me to churn WHAT?”— but there was affection in every sigh and scold.

Sheriff Hoyt (Charlie):

Ohhh, he HATED you at first.

All that chirping, that perfume, that attitude. He couldn’t stand it.

"You sure that’s not some kinda undercover spy, huh, Tommy? They sendin’ in Disney princesses now to take us out?"

He was always grumbling when you were around. Mocking your slang, your style, everything.

"‘Totes adorbs’? What in the HELL does that mean? Speak English, girlie."

But here’s the thing about Charlie—he might be a nasty piece of shit, but he’s loyal to blood. And when he saw how Thomas, his quiet, broken nephew, lit up around you… it gnawed at something deep in him.

One day he caught sight of you brushing Thomas’s hair behind his ears, gently humming while he sat still as a statue. Charlie stood there silently, watching the scene for longer than he’d admit.

Did he stop teasing you after that? No. Of course not.

But he started bringing you back things from town.

“Here. Some stupid lipgloss I saw. Said ‘cotton candy’ or some girly crap. Don’t get used to it.” (Spoiler: he bought you five more.)

He’d still act like he couldn’t stand you, but the minute someone outside the family made fun of you, he got real mean real fast.

"You talkin’ to our girl like that? ‘Cause I will rearrange your teeth, sweetheart."

Monty Hewitt:

Monty, bless his grumpy little heart, didn’t know what to make of you. You talk a mile a minute, wear hot pink everything, and once screamed bloody murder when you saw a spider crawling near his wheelchair.

But once he got over the initial shock, he actually found you entertaining.

He’d sit on the porch in his chair, sipping something strong, while you chattered about celebrity gossip or fashion trends, gesturing dramatically with a bedazzled water bottle in one hand.

"Now THIS is entertainment," he’d mutter, smirking.

You’d paint his nails once, calling it a “bonding moment.” He grumbled the entire time, but he didn’t stop you—and he definitely didn’t remove the pastel blue polish afterward.

Eventually, Monty became one of your unexpected protectors. If anyone said you wasn’t “tough enough” for the family, he’d raise a brow and say: 

"She’s still here, ain’t she? You try living in this hellhole in heels. That girl’s tougher than she looks."

And he’d throw in a wink for good measure.

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Despite the glitter and giggles, your place in the Hewitt family became solid. You weren't just Thomas’s quirky girlfriend anymore — You were family.

Your laughter echoed through the halls, and your energy brought life to the broken-down house.

You painted little hearts on the kitchen cabinets (Hoyt grumbled, but didn’t stop you). You decorated Thomas’s sewing corner with pink fairy lights ("Ambience, babe!"). You even taught Luda Mae how to contour her cheekbones one lazy afternoon, both of you giggling like teenagers.

You were chaos, glitter, pink fury—and somehow, you were perfect for the family. Because despite the perfume, the squealing, and the sparkles…

You loved Thomas. Truly.And they?They loved you for it.

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Michael Myers

Most people wouldn't dare step within fifty feet of Michael Myers, let alone live with him. But you? You marched right into his life with a pink suitcase, a Chanel knockoff purse, and a lip gloss wand in hand.

You were the complete antithesis of him—bright, bubbly, and loud in all the ways he was cold and silent. The first time you laid eyes on him, you gasped. Not in horror. Not even in fear.

"Oh my god. You’re, like, soooo tall. And spooky. I love it."

He said nothing. Of course.

Just stared down at you, that pale mask blank and unreadable. You, on the other hand, looked up at him like he was some gothic god.

"You must be, like, a Scorpio or something. So mysterious."

Then you winked.

Michael wasn’t sure if you were insane, brave, or just so utterly oblivious that it baffled even him. But he didn’t kill you. Didn’t chase you. Just stood there while you babbled about your pink UGG boots getting dirty and how Haddonfield needed way more aesthetic lighting.

You moved in shortly after that. Not that he invited you… You just kinda never left. And strangely, he didn’t seem to mind. You filled his dark, grimy house with scented candles and plush throws. You left Hello Kitty slippers by the front door. You replaced the broken mirror with one that had LED lights and glitter decals spelling “You Look Fab.”

The house smelled like vanilla and strawberry body spray. The silence was filled with your upbeat pop playlists, makeup tutorials, and the occasional shriek when you saw a spider: 

"Michael! Get it! Oh my god, it’s going to attack me! Babe, pleeease!"

He’d appear out of nowhere, squash the spider with a boot, and disappear again.

You’d clutch your chest, dramatically:

"Ugh, my hero. You’re literally giving Jason Voorhees nothing right now."

He never answered your questions. Never spoke. Never changed facial expressions. But you always knew what he was thinking.

When you forced a pink hoodie over his head one day that said “Killer BF Energy,” he just stood there for a solid minute, breathing through the mask. You thought for sure he was going to snap your neck.

Instead, he wore it the whole day.

You started taking selfies with him. You’d pose like an influencer, flashing peace signs with glittery nails while he loomed silently behind you, bloodstained knife in hand.

"This is my spooky little murder muffin. Isn't he adorbs?"

The internet thought it was cosplay. You never corrected them.

Despite the complete lack of words, Michael showed his affection in other ways. You noticed it.

He’d always show up behind you if someone was bothering you in town; He'd carry your shopping bags in one hand like they weighed nothing, while you skipped beside him in heels; He started leaving strange, oddly thoughtful gifts: a pretty rock, a heart-shaped hairpin, a necklace you’d once pointed at in a shop window.

And one night, after you'd curled up on the couch in a pile of blankets, face mask on and chick flick playing, he sat beside you. Slowly. Stiffly.

You leaned against his shoulder without hesitation. "You're like... the murder version of a golden retriever, honestly."No reply.

But he didn’t move away.

Sometimes you swore you saw his head tilt just slightly when you were doing your makeup. One day, as a joke, you painted his mask with sparkly pink eyeshadow.

He didn’t wipe it off.

No one got it. No one understood why you of all people were still alive. Why Michael Myers let you prance around in stilettos, spraying air freshener and calling him “boo.” But the truth was simple:

You weren’t afraid of the dark.You made it glitter.

And somewhere in the silence, behind the mask, he found a reason not to kill.

He found you.

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[azne09]

Sinclair brothers

[calmcoldevening]

Slashers and their ways to help you relax/feel better

Michael Myers

• Michael will sit quietly next to you and just watch you. He's bad at words and expressing emotions, so just being around and listening is what he does best.

• Watch horror movies together. He will let you sit closer to him, wrapped in a warm blanket, and watch a movie. He's not scared, but he likes that you need his warmth and protection. If you're really scared, you can even sit on his lap. He will gently hold you close and stroke your thigh with his thumb in an attempt to give you some comfort.

• Michael can give you a massage. It's not like he can do it the first time, after all, he's used to killing with these hands. But he will try very hard and learn. After all, those big hands can be a lot of fun.

• He will just sit next to you and stroke your hair. He likes your hair, it's so soft and fluffy. His language is physical contact, so it's more than acceptable.

Jason Voorhees

• This cutie is as caring as a big fluffy teddy bear. He'll comfort you with hugs, awkward kisses through a mask, and just touches.

• He will take you to nature so that you can relax. The soft glow of the stars, the warm night wind, the singing of birds and the rustle of the wind. What could be better? Jason will snuggle up to you from behind and stroke your stomach and sides while you watch the shooting stars together.

• In winter, he will bring you all the blankets he finds in the camp. He will make you a mini nest to keep you warm and cozy. He will also light a fireplace and make you a couple of mugs of hot chocolate or coffee. What about marshmallows or cookies? This guy has hands, so he might as well try baking it for you with his own hands.

Bubba Sawyer

• Bubba makes you jewelry, lots of jewelry. When he realizes that you don't really like bracelets made of bones or teeth (he's offended, but he respects your opinion), he will try to find different stones, flowers and other little things for this. Bubba will even ask Drayton to buy him a needlework set! You know, this kid's set. It's gonna be a very cute pink bracelet.

• Bubba often relieves stress by taking it out on his victims, so he could very well bring you to the basement, give you a knife, and point to a half-dead victim on a meat hook. He will smile and wait for you to try. After all, it's not only fun, but it also helps him protect his family.

• He would try to do you a make up. It's a little sloppy, but he's trying. And he works really softly, so you like it. He could even treat you like some kind of beautiful doll. You know, dress you up like a princess, massage your body, wash your hair if you want. That's how he takes care of you.

• He will also do all the housework himself so that you don't have to work. He wants you to rest! And in his mask of a beautiful lady, he will make the most delicious dinner for you! And ice cream for dessert. What about ice cream with chocolate?

Thomas Hewitt

• He was never taught how to treat a loved one, and he was often surrounded by violence and bullying. That's why he doesn't really know how to please you. But he saw how you smiled when some guy gave you flowers at his mom's store (of course, Tommy was jealous, this guy didn't survive). That's why he decided to give you the flowers he found in this arid place. You liked it, didn't you?

• He could clean up the basement for you. After all, you're so sweet, you probably don't like dirt and blood (in large quantities, he means). So he'll clean up here, and then show you this place with a proud look (not much has really changed in the basement, but please praise him)

• If the victim is wearing beautiful clothes, he will try not to spoil them so that he can give them to you later. No, you're very beautiful and looks great in any outfit, but he wants to please you!

• Tommy may try to offer you his "needlework". He will cleanse the skin of blood as much as possible and will offer you along with threads, needles and beads, which he will only find. You could make a mask for yourself (without comment) or for him. He will proudly wear the mask that you make for him! It's the best gift for him.

• In addition, he will protect you as much as possible from Hoyt and the others. He won't let anyone offend you (especially any victim). Tommy is always on guard of your peace and honor.

Vincent Sinclair

• Vincent will play you some relaxing music on the radio or on a record. It will be something gentle and soft. You could dance together, just like that, without witnesses, in the silence of his basement. His touch is soft but confident, he gently guides you in this slow dance. His hands are on your waist, and his healthy cheek, without a mask, rests on top of your head.

• He will offer you a massage and some kind of wax therapy. He could have asked Bo to buy a special skin wax just for you. You're lying on the bed, and he's gently dripping wax on particularly tense areas. It's like relaxing on pins and needles or something. His hands rub your flesh after the wax, gently, gently, slowly. He wants you to feel good and safe because he loves you.

• You could do wax modeling together. It's soothing, and the warm wax feels good under tired fingers. He could add paint or some soothing oil to the wax for you, just to make you feel good.

• For you, he could put aside all his projects and unfinished wax figures and just spend the evening together. He would hold you close, stroke your back and hair while you relaxed on the bed together. Gentle kisses like tiny butterflies on your skin, a light massage and a gentle whisper. He hopes that it will really help you relax.

Brahms Heelshire

• He's going to be a good boy. Promise. At least for the next ten minutes. He will put away all his toys, things, will not be naughty. Brahms will try to obey and behave well so that you don't have to get angry and swear at him.

• He'll even let you bathe him! He'll try not to cry like a big boy, like your man. It's only advisable that you take a bath with him then. He likes your body close to his, he likes your hands in his hair. You could even shave him neatly or something (he'll be acting up just a little bit)

• He could try to cook something for you! However, after that you will have to clean the kitchen... Still, it's not worth it. But he wants to do something nice for you! Maybe he could just make you some delicious tea and get some cookies out of the cupboard and arrange them nicely. To this "snack" he can pick a rose in the garden to add some romance.

• He's very cuddly, you know. Maybe you'll feel better if you give him a good hug. He's big, warm, and soft. Like a blanket. No, a teddy bear. You could watch a cartoon or read a fairy tale together. He will behave himself.

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[mikey-writes1986]

Killers and their sleeping habits!

Including: RZ Michael Myers, '78 Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Martin Mathias, '76 Carrie White, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher(separate and together), Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, and Vincent Sinclair

TW: slight sexual content

If people like this I'll do a part two with the rest of the slashers I write for. This has 11 because I just couldn't split up Billy and Stu...

RZ Michael Myers:

Can fall asleep anywhere, but won't. He doesn't sleep often, but when he does it's in your bed. He'd much prefer to lay there and watch you, but he's human too. He likes to crawl into bed late at night after coming home, not caring about getting your sheets dirty with his blood smeared clothes. He just lays there on his back, arms pressed to his sides, mask still on; deadly silent. He breathes so shallow you may think he's dead. You worry he'll suffocate sleeping with the mask on, but he doesn't care. He never moves or shifts when he wakes up, there isn't even a change in his demeanor. He'll just lay there until you get up, not wanting to disturb you. You're welcome to cuddle up to his side, lay on top of him, use him as a human pillow if you desire. He won't move to make you comfortable, but he won't push you away either. In summary, he's essentially a rock.

'78 Michael Myers:

He sleeps facing the wall. Unhinged. He doesn't care about anything coming to get him. He knows he's why other people can't sleep like that. He really does it to show you he trusts you, he's like a cat. Sometimes he sleeps with the mask on, sometimes without it. He doesn't care, he'll sleep in the clothes he's wearing. Like his Rob Zombie counterpart, he doesn't care about getting your bed dirty. He snores very lightly, not enough to be annoying though. If you say you want to cuddle he'll throw his arm back for you to wrap around, that's about it. He'll take it back when it gets uncomfortable too. Your best option for cuddles is a weird semi-spooning position, aka just pressing yourself against his back. He actually enjoys sleeping, but wakes up at ridiculous times. If he wakes up in the middle of the night he decides it's morning for him and he's had enough sleep. He won't wake you up purposefully, so him getting out of bed won't be an issue unless you're a really light sleeper. In that case it's your problem, not his. Overall, decent. Seems cold and uncaring but really just a sleepy, grumpy cat.

Brahms Heelshire:

He's the worst. The absolute worst. He'll whine until you go to bed with him and then he won't let you go. He needs to be clinging to you all night. He doesn't take the mask off so you sleep with his cold mask pressing against you wherever he decides his face belongs. He doesn't care if you have to pee, if you wanna get up, if you're not ready to go to bed, if you're thirsty, hungry, hot, cold; excuses. All of it. He's not letting you go. He'll sleep in his own bed if you make him, but he'll whine about it. If he can't sleep then he expects you to stay awake with him. And if he wakes up in the middle of the night, so do you. He's a very light sleeper so don't even try to escape. If he doesn't get enough sleep he's cranky too. He wakes you up at the ass crack of dawn to make him breakfast. So yeah, 0/10 would not recommend.

Billy Lenz:

You basically have to sedate him to get him to bed, but he doesn't make a big deal of it. When he does fall asleep, don't wake him. Treat him like a sleeping baby. Most of the time he just likes to sit in your bed and watch you sleep. He's iffy about physical touch, but sometimes he'll stroke your hair or put his hand on your thigh. He sleeps in small intervals, curled up in a ball. He doesn't like sleeping either, so he'll push it away until he passes out. He sleeps on the floor, too. For some reason he won't sleep on the bed. He'll sit on it and watch you, but won't sleep on it no matter how many times you tell him it's fine. He'll wake up if you put a blanket over him, which sucks considering he's skin and bones and is always freezing. He also wakes up sometimes and just rocks back and forth, staring into space. He won't tell you why, but you assume he has some kind of nightmares. He's never loud, just mumbling incoherent nonsense to himself. I'd say knock him out with melatonin gummies, just tell him it's a snack. You should eat one first to prove they're safe... and make sure to keep him away from the bottle, he'll eat them all after chewing through the childproof cap.

Martin Mathias:

Martin's abnormally sleepy, he enjoys naps and sleeps at least 10 hours per night when he's not out hunting for blood. You can't even watch a movie with him, he'll doze off in the first 10 minutes. In the rare occasion he isn't tired, he likes to hold you close with the lights off and talk softly. He likes late night conversation and gentle touches more than anything. He just wants to feel loved. He definitely sleeps shirtless, so you get to enjoy that. He likes to sleep on his side, holding you to his front with his face buried in the crook of your neck. He wakes up and gently kisses your neck in the mornings before slipping away. He's tried his hand at making breakfast to bring to you in bed, and he's not half bad at it. But a lot of the time he just holds you in the mornings and watches you breathe.

Carrie White:

At first she'll be hesitant about sleeping in the same bed, knowing what it could lead to. But if you show her over time that it's okay, she's be glad to. She appreciates the way you hold her after nightmares, soothing her and wiping her tears. Please be gentle with her, she doesn't even think she deserves you. She's a light sleeper and will stick to her side of the bed unless you tell her you want to hold her. She'll happily cuddle up and read a book or watch a movie with you before bed. Just please make her feel loved.

Billy Loomis and Stu:

Just Billy:

Billy is a chronic insomniac. No, he won't make you stay up with him. Yes, he would appreciate it a lot. He likes to stay up and watch scary movies a lot, he'd be over the moon if you'd be willing to do that with him... not that he'd tell you. He'd act like it's annoying and he wants to be alone, but you both know that isn't true. Another thing, if you cuddle he has to be the big spoon. It makes him feel big and strong, lie he's protecting you. Let him feel good about himself, it doesn't happen often. If he wakes up before you he wont even try to be quiet. He'll just get up. He's kinda quiet anyway, but it sucks if you're a light sleeper. If you snore he'll wake up to tell you to be quiet. He's also very warm, so if you run cold he'll cling to you at night. Otherwise, he's fine with cuddling or not cuddling. He acts too good for everything but he's secretly glad someone like you sleeps next to him every night and trusts him enough to not be scared.

Just Stu:

Yet another lanky boy who likes to cage you in. Also snores right in your ear, not sorry at all. He also likes watching movies late at night, but if you lay down to watch something after 11 he's knocked out. He could stay up late if he wanted to, but he only ever does when he's out somewhere or trying to keep Billy company. He's such an ass too, he pretends to be sleeping in the morning when you wake up so you'll kiss his forehead then he'll squeeze your ass and start laughing hysterically. He thinks it's hilarious to suddenly grab or kiss you when you think he's asleep. If you tell him to seriously stop, he will, but it'll secretly bum him out a little. Also if you tell him you don't wanna cuddle he'll straight up get up and go sleep on the couch just to be petty. So, yeah, just let him cuddle with you.

Both:

If you have to deal with this, you WILL overheat. You'll have Billy on one side and Stu on the other, both trying to cling to you more than the other. This is all night, every night. If you say you want personal space or your own bed they'll grant it, but they'll also both blame it on the other for being too clingy or making you uncomfortable. This is basically all of dating both of them, a constant fight over you. It even shows in sleeping habits! Just make sure to give them equal attention to avoid fighting.

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba's the biggest cuddle bug you'll ever meet. He'll let you do virtually anything if it means you're close to/touching him. He loves to wrap you up in his big, strong arms and hold you close all night. There's a few downsides to this though. He sleeps like a boulder, meaning that if you move away from him he'll basically steam-roll you trying to find you again. He ends up crushing you in his sleep more often than you'd think. Another thing, his hold on you is very firm, you have to wiggle out of it to get up which isn't very good if you have to pee or your alarm's going off. He's also another victim of the horrendously loud snores. He's also incredibly warm, you don't even need blankets. It's terrible in the summer, but in winter it's great to have a personal heater. It may be annoying sometimes, but you have to step back and realize he holds you so tight because he loves you and he's terrified of your leaving. Please be kind to him.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo is probably competing with Brahms for the worst, just definitely for different reasons. He kicks in his sleep, snores so loud you can hear it through two closed doors, feels like a radiator, takes up the whole bed, is impossible to move, and hogs the covers. All I can say is good luck. He also talks. Like fully talks, full sentences and coherent phrases while completely unconscious. You'll wake up in the middle of the night to him kicking you through the blanket while muttering utterly terrifying things. He'll let you sleep separately from him, but he'll whine about it and claim you don't love him. You can pick your battles with Bo, you won't win either way.

Vincent Sinclair:

Vincent is probably the best out of everyone. He's not too hot or cold, he doesn't snore or move too much but he isn't a rock like Michael. Nothing offends him either, if you want personal space it's yours. If you steal the blankets or kick or move, he doesn't care. The only thing is that he stays up late. You have to practically drag him to bed, but he won't fight once you get him away from his work. He likes to hold you at night. He's very gentle with you, he keeps his grip light and tried not to overwhelm you with affection. He's just so happy that you'd even care enough to make sure he sleeps... that you'd even care about him. Please just give him some loving, show him that he deserves it. He's so sweet and considerate. If you're tired he'll carry you to bed and there's no way he'll let you get up till you've gotten enough sleep. He's never rough, but he cares for you a lot and would like you to sleep. You need to make sure he sleeps too. He gets barely enough sleep. Cuddle him and make sure he sleeps too. Please.

[the-thot-clown]

This is an old one from Patre0n but I think I've never shared it here?

[tac-the-unseen]

Slapping Slasher's Ass and Running away!

Micheal Myers:

•He likes to believe he has complete control over his surroundings 

•He likes to imagine himself as a Jaguar; opportunistic, stealthy, adaptable, and an Apex predator

•And then there's you, here to snap them back to reality 

•If he's a Jaguar, you're an annoying bird that follows him 

•All this made clear when He's just standing in the kitchen and feels a hard smack on his Ass

•He whips his head around to see you, running at full speed and giggling 

•For a moment he's completely stunned 

•But only for a moment 

•He’s quick on your heels 

•In less than 10 seconds he's holding you in the air by your shirt, like holding a cat by its scruff

•You can immediately tell through the mask how pissed he is

•But for a few seconds he just leaves you suspended in the air, and soon enough he makes his decision. 

•He walks to your shared bedroom and drops you onto the bed

•You think you're in for some sexy-funtime

•That quickly washes away when Michael turns around and walk out the door 

•When you get up to follow you find that he's locks you in by putting a chair under the handle 

•This man is so sick of your shit, but loves you too much to actually harm you

•He just put you in time out while he waits for the stinging on his ass to go away

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•When the school day ends you're walking towards the front door, you spot both of your boyfriends walking towards the door too

•With the coast clear of teachers and most other students you knew what you had to do

•You rub your hands together diabolically and begins to run towards them

•when you're finally in the perfect position, you wind your hands back and as hard as you can, you slap their ass

•They both tense up and freeze

•When they see you running past them and laughing, they are quick to give chase

•They Chase you down the field and into the parking lot

•Stu was the one to tackle you onto the grass, making sure to protect your head when you fall

•Stu pins you down while Billy catches up 

•When (a winded) Billy reaches you two he drops to his knees and starts tickling you

•Neither boy takes to seriously and think it's a playful invention to rough house and playfully fight

Thomas Hewitt:

•While he was meticulously cutting up some cow legs, you spotted a golden opportunity 

•Thom’s fat ass in perfect position 

•After circling him, carrying the same box of tools, you decide to go for the kill

•”Tommy!” You shout while running past him

•Your hand makes firm contact with the side of his rear 

•You leave a blazing trail up the stairs while Thom processes what happened

•Thom watches you run away while his ass stings 

•At most he's confused 

•He just goes back to work 

Bubba Sawyer:

•You were playing with him outside

•Running around, picking flowers, picking up pebbles, roughhousing

•While play fighting you slap is ass and run away hoping he would chase you

•instead he stands for confused 

•after an awkward couple seconds, you realize he's not going to chase you, So you walk back to him 

•You ask if He's okay and realize his eyes is watering 

•After a frantic apology and check over You managed to figure out that he's not hurt 

•Bubba Just associates spanking with being bad/bad behavior 

•He was upset because he thought you were punishing him for being too rough 

•You made it up to him by making him a flower crown 

Bo Sinclair:

•This could go one of two ways

•He could be really into it OR he could freak out

•It depends on what mood you catch him in

•One day he'll think it's sexy and want you to do it again 

•The next he'll have a PTSD attack remembering his childhood 

•It's honestly best if you keep your hands to yourself

Vincent Sinclair:

•He honestly thought you did it by accident 

•He didn't understand that you were trying to play 

•He didn't react at all 

•You have to tell him what you're trying to do 

•He gets very embarrassed about not understanding that he kind of shut down for the day 

•He remains hunched over on his desk for the rest of the day 

Lester Sinclair:

•It honestly doesn't matter what you do to Lester, He's just happy you're giving him attention 

•The man is the definition of a puppy 

•He's just happy to be here 

•So if you want to play a game of Chase, He’lll Chase

•As soon as you slap and run away he's hot on your heels 

•He chases you through a field and down the roads 

•When he catches you he's out of breath and takes a second to dry heave 

•Then he'll hug and kiss you while walking back to the Truck 

Billy Lenz:

•Billy is one of the characters you Can not hit

•You think he'd be into to quick slap, but he has the opposite reaction 

•He thinks you're planning on hurting him And will either attack you or hide 

•If he chooses to attack, You're likely going to have to hold him down until he calms 

•If he hides, leave him alone

•trying to find him would be like walking into a coyote's den

•eventually he'll come back out because you're the only person that still talks to him 

•He figures it's better to be physically abused than be lonely 

•Good luck explaining that it was just a joke 

Brahms Heelshire:

•He was acting up after you told him the grocery boy was coming today

•He was whining about how you don't need to interact with him and how the help shouldn't be seen or heard

•You remind them that you're technically ‘the help’ and he pouts on the couch 

•When the doorbell rings he immediately jumps up to try to stop you 

•You have a light bulb moment

•You get closer, reach around, and slap his ass

•You almost immediately push past him to run to the door 

•Brahms is quick to follow, but not quick enough

•You swing open the door before Brahms can reach you

•He hides just in time, and proceeds to stew behind the door.

Hannibal Lecter:

•While he was cooking up some breakfast you come up behind him and hug him

•He greets you and continues to cook 

•You two have a lazy conversation while you lean your head against his shoulders 

•Deciding he's not pay enough attention to you come up with a plan

•You steal one of his knives, slap his ass, and bolt out of the kitchen 

•He gives you about a 5-second Head start before he begins his hunt 

•In that time He turns off the stove and allows himself time to find you

•He slowly starts his prowl 

•Checking doors, behind furniture, around the stairs, and behind curtains 

•When he finds you, he pounces and pulls you into a pinning hug

•He forces the knife from your hand and kisses your forehead

•”Let me finish breakfast, then I'll spend time with you.”

Will Graham:

•While on the world's most boring fishing trip (Will Even admitted this trip sucked) You watch as no lines get tugged

•board out of your mind you decide to at least mess around 

•While Will was leaning over to check his lines you slap his ass as hard as to can, which throws him into the calm river

•You howl with laughter as Will get thrown overboard 

•When he resurfaces we comes back up with a scowls on his lips, but a playful look in his eyes

•”You suck” he chuckles while you help him back in

•As soon as he's on board, he throws you into the water and laughs

The Lost Boys:

•All the boys are up for a good chase, But they all have different reactions 

•David

-Slapping David's ass takes balls

-As soon as you try to run he has you by the arm 

-He smirks and pulls you towards him

-”Oh-ho-ho, where do you think you're going?”

-If you play your cards right he'll let you go to properly chase you 

-All’s well and good before he flies at you like a hawk

•Dwayne

-He'll let you run away But as soon as you're out of sight the game is on 

-It doesn't matter where you're at 

-The boardwalk, the cave, the forest, the beach 

-He sprints and tackles you to the floor 

-”Did you honestly believe you could outrun a vampire?” He muses

-could turn playful, could turn romantic 

•Paul

-as soon as your hand collides with his ass, he shrieks 

-He playful pretends he's wounded 

-He writhes on the ground, cries fake tears, hand over forehead

-”Why should you do this to me!” 

-”I thought you loved me!” 

-Walks around all day telling his brothers that you abuse him 

-gives you love bites while telling his tale of woe 

•Marko

-when you slap his ass he lets out a moan that causes both of you to freeze 

-after a few seconds Marko whips around 

-”Tell no one.” He says in a completely serious voice 

-You know for a fact the others would make fun of him for the rest of his unnatural life 

-Every time you're behind him, he turns around to face you So it never happens again

Thanks for reading <3

Sorry this took so long! I've had a busy week!

[zvonkayatishina]

Autumn is coming so do Halloween

Sketchy work with Vincent Sinclair from House of Wax

[sawxyer]

free my boy he did nothing wrong

[amomentsescape]

Reader runs behind slasher because someone else is harassing/chasing/stalking them. They don't even know they hid behind a killer for help and apologized to the killer for their awkward action of hiding behind them.

Imagine if reader is so polite that they do a apologetic bending bow.

Slashers Being the Protector (Rather than the Killer)

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, & Bo

Warnings: Being chased/stalked, maybe a couple cuss words?

A/N: Thank you for the request! I didn't do the bow for every Slasher since I felt like it would get repetitive after a while. But I hope you enjoy either way!

Obviously, walking home alone is never your first choice, but it's not like you had an option.

Your job kept you late. And as much as you wished you could have just set some damn boundaries for yourself, you couldn't say no. You were probably the only one that actually cared about your job.

You kept a fast pace, holding your head down as to not make eye contact with anyone you passed by.

And this worked for a while. You were at a point in your journey home where you found yourself completely alone. However, there was still a part of you that felt uneasy. They always say that humans are able to tell when someone is watching them, and you were clearly no exception to this.

You finally took a deep breath and paused, mustering up the courage to look at your surroundings.

The woods were beside you, the darkness only allowing you to see a few trees at a time, but thankfully, no one seemed to be there.

Ahead of you was just more concrete and not a single street lamp in view.

And behind you... was someone.

You hadn't expected to see anyone there, but of course your luck would prove otherwise.

Your eyes widened and your breath got caught in your throat. Why were they just standing there?

Without taking your eyes off of them, you took one step backwards.

They took one forwards.

You took another step.

They did too.

It was in that moment that you knew you had to think quickly.

Should you just turn around and keep running straight ahead? No, that would prove useless. They would surely outrun you and grab ahold of you in no time.

Or should you turn and run to the woods, hiding behind trees for long enough that they give up?

You didn't like this idea much more than the first, but you figured this was probably the only option that got you out of this unharmed.

With your eyes watering and jaw clenching, you sprinted towards the woods.

You could hear their footsteps behind you, branches and leaves snapping in the distance.

They were catching up.

A sob slipped from your lips as you could feel your legs burn.

Keep pushing. Keep going.

And you did, right towards a figure in the distance.

Freddy Krueger

He could hear your sporadic heartbeat from a mile away

He was already smiling, hoping that you were about to be another easy victim

But something about your fright felt off

Someone else was after you

The moment you came into view, his smile softened a bit

You looked so desperate and scared

In any other context, he would have loved to see it, but it wasn't him making you feel this way

Plus, you weren't repulsive to him like everyone else

He could see the split second of hesitation on your face when you saw his gnarled skin and sharp gloves

But clearly that other person had spooked you more

You were already apologizing, begging for some sort of help

You weren't even six feet from Freddy when he raised his arm and a sudden thud could be heard behind you

The person who was once following you no longer had a head

You turned back to the burnt man, suddenly feeling worried that you would be next, but instead, he grabbed the side of your face

"I can't blame the guy. I would have wanted to snatch you up too," he cackled

Michael Myers

Michael raised a single brow under his mask

Clearly, you were terrified of the person chasing after you, but was seeing another large man holding a bloody knife of no concern to you?

You ran up to him, coming to an immediate stop when you saw the blade glinting back at you

"I-I need help. Please," you could barely choke out

He could tell you were trying to figure out who to be more afraid of

It's not like Michael really cared that you were being chased, but this was his territory, no one else is allowed to do his job for him

He stepped in front of you, watching as the other person slowly came to a halt

He grabbed your arm and began to drag you towards the figure

You started to cry at this, thinking he was about to give you up

Instead, his knife plunged deeply into the other person's neck, their body collapsing to the ground

You had blood splattered on you, and you could still feel the fear in your chest

You gave him a soft bow, wordlessly thanking him before stumbling back out

It was only when you heard a branch snap behind you that you turned around

He was still behind you

As you kept walking, he kept following

You really thought he'd just help you without something in return?

Jason Voorhees

He thought he killed everyone already, so how did he miss you?

How did he miss someone so cute too?

Oh, you're running towards him instead of away

This is odd

If he had been any other average sized person, you would have tackled him to the ground with how hard you collided with him

"I-I need help. Please!" you cried out, rushing behind him

He quickly took notice of the person chasing after you, them stopping in their tracks at the sight of Jason

Now, who's being hunted?

The stalker began to run the other way, not failing to notice the freshly bloodied machete like you did

However, with Jason's stride, it didn't take long for him to catch up and knock the person's head clean off in one swipe

He took a deep breath and turned back to face you, expecting you to be running for the hills

Instead, you ran up and hugged him, thanking him through your tears

You weren't... scared?

He had no idea what to do, so he just stood there while you cried into him

At least he was right about his earlier judgment

You were cute

Too cute to turn into just another victim

Thomas Hewitt

He was actually making his way towards you both

He thought you two would be good additions to tonight's menu

But the moment he saw you look at him in relief instead of terror...

Something in him shook

Before you could even say anything, he was guiding you behind him, some protective instinct overriding his usual hunter side

The person who was following put their hands up, saying that they "didn't want any trouble"

And in response, Thomas through a meat cleaver at their head

You about screamed but he turned around, looking at you softly

"I-I'm sorry. You didn't have to d-do that," you said barely above a whisper

He just shook his head and continued to watch you, some internal battle waging inside him

He really really didn't want to kill you

But what would his family think?

Only one way to find out, he supposes

With that, he hoists you up and into his arms bridal style, carrying back home

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is about three times the size of the guy chasing you

So despite the unpleasant mask, you felt like he was your only chance at safety

He tilted his head in confusion

Normally, people like you run the opposite way from him

So the moment you're in front of him, heaving and shakily explaining what's going on, he feels angry

He might be a murderous cannibal, but Mama taught him some manners

He quickly whips out the chainsaw beside him, causing you to jump at the sight

Now it was the stalker's turn to be afraid

You were left in the woods for probably 15 minutes alone, still too scared to unfreeze yourself from the spot

It was only when you saw a large figure in the distance carrying something that you finally got your bearings

Bubba walked a little past you, holding the body of the man prior

He stops for a second and looks at you, motioning his head for you to follow

And what were you going to do?

Say "no" to the man holding a chainsaw and a dead body?

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms was already on edge

He never strayed this far from the mansion, and the fact that he was out this far made him feel very jumpy

So when he saw you running straight for him, he was ready to attack

Until he saw the desperation on your face

"Help! Please!" you begged him

And a cute thing like yourself would be difficult for him to deny

He saw the figure stalking after you, slowing down when they realized they had company

Brahms stepped in front of you and gave the person a challenged look

And it seemed to have worked, because the person began to back off almost immediately

He could have killed the guy, sure

But he wasn't going to be a threat anymore

Why? Because you were coming home with him

And once you're in his territory, there's no leaving

He'll make sure of it

Norman Bates

Norman wasn't even sure how he got there in the first place

All he remembers was being at home when suddenly everything went black

And now he was here, watching as some person runs up to him him in a panic

Before he could say a word, you were holding onto him, spinning yourself around so you were behind him

And that's when he saw another figure in the distance

"P-please," you suddenly croaked, "I don't know who that is. I was just walking home alone and I-"

He shushes you, his eyes still locked on the man

He could feel your head bump into his back as you bowed, muttering apologies to him

"It's okay," he reassured. "They're not going to do anything."

His brows furrowed as his face twitched

Maybe it was your cute panicked face, or the way your soft hands were gripping his back

But either way, Norman could feel his conscious fading out

He won't hurt you, though the same can't be said for the other person

He just hopes you'll still be there when he comes to

Billy Loomis

You were terrified, that was obvious

But he was honestly surprised that you seemed more scared of a random weirdo behind you than the notorious serial killer straight ahead

You grabbed his arm, not failing to notice the sharp blade in his dominant hand

"I-if you're going to kill me," you gulped, "Then fine, but can you please kill them first?" you motioned

This may have been an odd suggestion to most, but the worst Ghostface was going to do was stab you, but you had no idea what the other person's intentions were

The creep was only a few feet away now, their hand also donning a sharp blade

Billy wouldn't have normally entertained such an idea, but he knew you from school

And God, were you pretty

"Shit," he whispered

He twirled the knife around as he approached the figure, the latter already stepping back

It was an easy kill, and Billy was back to your side in no time

"Thank you," you bowed, head down and awaiting your fate

Instead, he grabbed your chin and made you look at his mask

He couldn't wait to see you at school the next day

Stu Macher

He could see you freeze the moment you were in sight

The Ghostface attire was already pretty notorious in the town, and he could see the worry on your face at the realization

And clearly, the person chasing you also felt the same, because the moment they saw him, they ran off the other direction

Tears began to stream down your face at this

Although, he couldn't tell if they were from relief or fear at that point

He stepped a little closer to you as you stumbled back

"P-please, don't, I-"

He dropped his knife and reached out to you in response

You shakily took his hand, obviously scared of what he was going to do

But he simply began walking you out of the woods, checking around for the creep

He walked you all the way home before giving you a small wave and running off, leaving you completely dumbfounded

He spared you?

It took you a few days afterwards to almost forget about the situation

Until you turned on the news

There was a report of a dead body found in the same woods you were just in a couple nights before

Another apparent criminal from the area...

You gulped, realizing it was your stalker as the phone suddenly rang

"Unknown caller"

Huh, weird

Vincent Sinclair

Bo somehow got him to leave that musty old building

But of course, he ran off to God knows where and left Vincent alone

So the moment he saw your figure sprinting closer, he assumed that Bo would be the one to follow

However, he quickly noticed that the man behind you was not his brother, and he suddenly felt dumbfounded on what to do

Bo would surely be pissed, but something about you told him you shouldn't become just another wax figure in his collection

So the moment you were close enough, he was stepping in front of you, some newfound confidence leading him

The stalker hesitated for a moment before finally stumbling back, leaving the two of you alone

"Thank you, thank you!" you repeated, your head instinctively shifting downwards

Vincent took a deep breath in while looking at you

Yep, Bo was definitely going to be angry

But oh well

You were just too sweet to let go stale

Bo Sinclair

He could hear your erratic footsteps rushing closer to him

And unlike most of the others on this list, he comes off as a seemingly normal guy, so of course you wouldn't hesitate to go to him

His cocky smile only widens when he gets a look at your face

A mighty cute thing, you are

"Excuse me? Sir, I think I'm being followed and-" your voice cracked

How precious

Surely too pretty and too soft to be made into hard wax, hmm?

He steps towards you, and you think he's about to help you

But no

He grabs ahold of your shirt tightly, muttering some smooth nonsense to your stalker about finding "a good place for this one"

Tears begin to stream down you face

How could you have so blindly trusted a stranger?

He leads the both of you back to some empty building that you assume will be the last place you'll be alive

But the moment Bo turns back around, a pipe is swung into the other man's head

He'd be a great addition to the museum

You turn to your "savior" in confusion

"Can't let a pretty thing like you go to waste, huh darlin'?"

All you can do is tilt your head down in a silent "thank you"

[minilev]

The hunters are being hunted

[emxisms]

hi!! can i pls have thomas hewitt and vincent sinclair headcanons with a s/o who likes to dress really femme? thank you!!

Hi! Most definitely, I can! :)

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒕 & 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒙 𝑯𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒓!𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒎𝒆!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 (𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆)

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒕

Wow. Just, wow.

*I mean, she's absolutely stunning. How could a man like me get so lucky?*

He loves your frilly skirts and beautiful tops. His favorite color on you is white. He thinks it's graceful and innocent, not to mention the way it brings out your eyes.

On quiet days, he does his best to dress nicely for you. He wants to impress you just as much as you impress him.

"Wow, Tommy! You look very handsome." — That's enough for him to get through the week. You have him in a trance, you're so perfect.

Luda Mae loves you. She thinks you're beautiful, sweet, kind, all of the above! She often asks to spend time together in the kitchen and with knitting. She wants to teach you everything she can!

Thomas always does his best to keep your clothes clean and make sure nothing happens to them. He knows how much you care about fashion. He'll always look out for his girl!

𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓

Paintings, sketches, sculptures even, you name it. He has made atleast one of each, of you. Vincent truly believes you are a work of art, and he'll do everything to embody your beauty.

Every now and then, Bo will make a comment on your appearance, and Vincent immediately steps up to him for you. Even though Bo always picks on Vincent, he's willing to protect you, no matter the cost.

Lots and lots of sign language compliments. He can't help it! You take over his brain.

He loves getting fashion shows from you. He also really loves taking photos of course. There's this specific photo of you that he really loves. You're in a cute frilly dress, white tights, and a cute pair of flats. Your hair is done-up and your makeup is perfect. You're leaning over infront of the camera, smiling at the lens. You're beautiful. Vincent knows so, and so do you!

Please let him help you out with outfits!

From time to time you'll ask vincent to help you tie a bow into your hair or to help you button up a dress. Of course, he happily obliges. He loves helping you, and he loves getting sneak peeks at your outfit of the day.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I hope this was what you were looking for! I actually really enjoyed writing this. ✦

Requests ~ ☑️

[black-brained]

Me: I watch house of wax for the plot!

The plot:

[beezin-art]

Vinny <3