You're "New Beginning" story that you made for me was so beautiful, that I cried. I was hoping maybe when you have the time, you could do a part two? Where the S/O and Vincent date a lot, and that she bought Vincent a new sketchbook and artist pencils.
Bo wanted her back, even though he said it's over, he got bored. Until he caught her actually dating Vincent after he climbed through the window with a small bouquet. The S/O refuses to go back to him of course, she loves Vincent now.
If you don't want to, you can just delete it and ignore it
Ever since the break up with Bo, it tore you apart, but his twin was there to bring you back up, you didn’t want to be with Vincent just yet, and he respected that. Waiting for whenever you were ready, when you did, he was happy, Ecstatic. Honestly, he treated you better than Bo did, you two always spent time with each other in the basement where he worked, or crafted. Even teaching you a few drawing skills. Mainly, you’d watch him draw or paint, always putting his hair in a braid or ponytail so no art products would get in it. He was grateful for it, grateful to have you for himself. You were happier with Vincent. Compared to Bo, he’s sweet and gentle.
Since Lester came to town, you decided to get groceries and other items from stores, thanking Lester for taking you as you got back home. Waving at the truck pulling off. You put up all the food that belonged in the cabinets and fridge, leaving a certain bag out. Black hair tickled your neck as you put up cans of soup, giggling to yourself, knowing who it was. “Hello to you too Vince.” Turning around, you hugged your boyfriend. His arms wrapped around you, returning the hug, chin resting at the top of your head. “I got you something,” You pulled away to grab the bag, smiling at the small head tilt he gave you, taking it to see what you got. It was a large sketchbook and sketch pencils. You paid attention to his art supplies, seeing that most of his sketchbooks were filled and the pencils were low.
“I thought you could have a bigger sketchbook, plus it was on sale, made me think of you.”
The man smiled under the mask, gently tilting your head upwards so his masked lips could kiss your forehead, his way of saying thank you. You kissed his mask cheek. “You’re welcome, Vinny.” You took a good look at him, his back was still kinda hunched forward, indicating that he’s been sitting in a chair for hours. He looked sluggish. Tired even. “Is this your first time coming out of the basement since I left?” You cupped his masked face ever so gently. He shamefully nodded, hair tickling your nose, you rubbed it so you wouldn’t sneeze. “Vinny you gotta learn when to take breaks, your health matters.” His soft hands grabbed your wrists, thumbs rubbing against your veins. He understood.You hated it when he didn’t take breaks or would spend up to hours working on art or sculpting figures.
His forehead rested against yours, making you laugh. Looks like he really missed you today. Sounds of plastic filled both of your ears. Vincent turned around to see his twin brother at the door with a bouquet of flowers in his right hand, wearing the blue suit he’d always wear at the church. Tilting his head upwards to look at the two of you. He stood there silent. You had a feeling that you knew what he wanted to say. You whispered to Vincent, giving him the bag and telling him to go downstairs, you’ll meet him down there.
He looked at Bo and complied, nodding his head and leaving. Now that you two were alone, you leaned against the counter and crossed your arms. “Bo?” You spoke. The man took a few steps forward, handing the flowers out in your direction. “I…” He paused, you moved your hand in a way telling him to continue. “I want you back darling.” “I’m not your darling. Not anymore, you had your chance and you blew it. Badly.” He was taken back by the response.
“Come on Y/N don’t be like this…”He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. Okay?” It was rare for Bo to even apologize at all, so it caught you off guard, only a little. Shaking your head, you pushed the flowers to his chest. “I will accept your apology, but I’m not getting back with you, as you can see, I’m with Vincent, and am much happier with him. Like I said, you had your chance, plus, you were the one that broke up first, remember?”
He didn’t say anything, eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t describe. Plus, he never acted like he wanted you back until now. It was like he didn’t care at first, but got bored. You weren’t gonna make that mistake. He might do the same things again, you weren’t going to fall for it.
“So, you can take those flowers, and give it to the next woman that comes to Ambrose, I’m sure she’ll love it like I would’ve done.” You gave him a smile, patting his shoulder, leaving the man alone in the kitchen to pounder in his thoughts. Ever since the breakup things have been weird, especially since you had to stay with Bo in order to play your role in getting the victims to trust you, but after a while everything was fine. You thought he was fine, going back to his old self since he didn’t have to worry about a partner, who knew he'd turn around and try and ask you back despite him breaking up first.
As you left the kitchen, you ran into Vincent, just by his body language, you could tell he was guilty. You sighed. “You heard everything, didn’t you?” He nodded slowly. You hugged him, feeling slight tension be released from your shoulders. “Just know that nothing is going on. I’ll always be with you.” His body slightly tensed up, but hugged you back, Glad that you chose to stay with him. “Now come on, I’d like to see more art you made since I was gone. After that, you’re taking a nap, it looks like you need one.” You could tell he was happy at the sentence, head slowly nodding. Plus, a nap sounds good. Holding your hand to guide you to the basement, where you could praise him for the beautiful art he’s made.
a/n: writing this because i'm literally so ill right now lol and i need comfort from this beautiful man <3
You wake up one morning, your head pounding and your throat feeling like you've swallowed razor blades, and Bo is still snoring loudly beside you. It isn't long though until your coughing wakes him up, and he's groaning in annoyance as he slowly sits up, squinting in the morning sunlight.
He turns to find you laid beside him, your face white as a sheet, dark circles under your eyes. You look like one of Vincent's projects, you're so lifeless.
"You look like shit." He simply says, getting up and walking out of the room, leaving you alone in the bed.
You didn't expect him to care much that you were sick, but you didn't think he'd just tell you you looked like shit and abandon you. You supposed that was just who he was. But just moments later, he comes back into the room, much to your surprise.
"Alright, I got juice or beer. Your choice." He offers, holding out the two beverages to you. "And we ain't got much food in the house, so I could run out and get you some."
You don't know what to say, you're not used to Bo being so...attentive. You feel a smile tugging at your lips as you sit up slightly, watching as a look of confusion crosses his features.
"What?" He asks. "Why're you smilin'?"
"Thank you." You say quietly, your throat feeling like it might just tear from speaking. "And I think I'll take the juice."
Bo struggles to suppress a smile, simply choosing not to provide you with a response as he approaches you, handing you the bottle of orange juice. But before you can take a swig of the drink, he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.
"Alright, I'll just go get ready, and then I'll go get you somethin' to eat, okay?"
You nod, suddenly feeling so much better now as you lift the bottle to your lips. "Okay."
Hey um, first time asking for a request but du u think you could do a Slasher short story, of Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Bo Sinclair and any other Slasher you want, being married and They Child. (Your choice of gender) being sick to where they keep throwing up Blood and one day, They're Child asks The Slasher. "Daddy? If I die, will you miss Me?"
How will they react to that? I mean I have a friend like that and He died awhile ago and I thought this would be a good memory seeing how He loved Horror movies and your picture is Stu Macher and He did meet Matthew Lillard, before He died and I thought this would be good.
a/n: oh man anon, im sorry for your loss anon. thank you for coming to me with this request. i hope i do it justice <3 i hope you’re happier now and healing well.
Stu Macher x ill!Kid x Reader
Stu is freaking the fuck out on every doctor. This man has taken lives and never gave one fuck. In fact, still doesn’t give one. Seeing his kid be in pain and the doctors can’t do much, it makes his murderous rage coming back. Stu holds your hand tightly as he sits besides his kiddo. His light. The beautiful life he created with you. His kid can’t die.
“Daddy?”
“Yeah baby?” His throat feels right seeing his kid cough more blood. He feels tears well up feeling you let go of his hand to clean it up. He feels so hopeless.
“If I die, will you miss me?” The kids blue/(your eye color) look up at him. Their cleaned mouth is held into a little frown.
“Don’t say that,” you gasp out.
“Kiddo, I’ll feel dead without you. I’ll miss you so much. But don’t say that. Daddy’s got the best doctors in the state for you.” Stu was telling the truth. Every word of it.
Billy Loomis x ill!Kid x Reader
Billy has horror written in his eyes when he sees his sweet little baby cough up blood. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” He is yelling your name over and over as he picks up his child.
You rush over in panic. Billy doesn’t yell like this. Billy doesn’t lose his cool. You grab the keys instantly when you see the blood on your child and Billy. You guys do a switcheroo and suddenly he’s driving and you’re holding the kiddo.
“Daddy? Mommy?”
“It’s gonna be okay, we’re going to the hospital and we’ll figure this out,” you cry out softly. This hasn’t happened before. Why now?
“If I die, will you two miss me?” The little hoarse voice says.
Billy wants to be harsh and say shut the fuck up, they’re not going to die. They’re going to live and you guys are all gonna watch a movie together soon. Billy knows everyone is scared. “I’ll miss you more than anything.” He breathes heavily as he speeds up, feeling like those words are an omen. “Your uncle Stu is gonna get you the best doctors and you’re going to be okay.”
Bo Sinclair x ill!Kid x Reader:
You run over to Bo with tears in your eyes and your sweet little kid in your arms. “(Y/N) what’s wrong?” He spots the blood and tenses up. “(Y/N) who’s god damn blood is that?”
“i-it’s theirs. and i-i-i don’t know what’s w-wrong.” You sob.
Your child feeling scared and confused. “Daddy? Am I going to die?” Their big ole bug eyes as Bo likes to call them look up him.
“No.” Bo quickly takes you both into the truck and started driving. He’s cursing himself in the head for living in this forsaken fake town right now. How bad is the condition? Can it be fixed? Can the doctors do anything? His hands were gripping the wheel as you tried to calm yourself down. He couldn’t do anything. What kind of fucking father and husband is he.
“If I die, will mommy and daddy miss me?”
“pl-please don’t say that. of course we’ll miss you.” You hug your baby tighter and your tears haven’t stopped since.
Bo speeds up. “If you die, we die together. Daddy and mommy would miss you that much.”
drabble of bo sinclair dancing with s/o to joy division??? b,,,bleASe
Bo Sinclair x Reader Drabble:
It all started with some drinks. It was a celebration for some sort that Bo never explained. You think it was some sort of excuse just to have music blaring and drink as much as he could. You didn’t care. You were enjoying yourself.
“Wooo!!!” Bo turned around and turned the stereo up. “A classic!”
You laughed at his hype. You felt your hands by grabbed by his warm hands. You felt your weak legs from drinking be forced to stand up. “Bo! We’re drunk. We can’t dance.” You giggled.
“Who cares if we’re drunk! We can always dance. Just follow me baby.” Bo slowly (mockingly) waltzed to the slow rock music.
Your wobbly legs followed his lead. Your head becoming lightheaded as you rocked your head to the beat of “Love Will Tear Us Apart.”
“See you got it now sugar!” Bo stilled as he kissed you.
You kissed back. “But this song-“
“Don’t worry. Love will not tear us apart. Let’s keep dancing the night away.”
