#jonesy sinclair

[doritofalls]

wax gangggg

#house of wax #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #jonesy sinclair #sketches #wax house art tag

[yourlocalcryingcryptid]

WHICH ONE OF YALL DID THIS

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[fluffy-little-demon]

Unpopular opinion but I think Jonesy is actually Vincent's dog.

The first time we see this good girl in the movie is in the wax museum where she's pretending to be a statue to scare the shit out of people 🤭

The second time we see her is in the museum's basement lying on Vincent's bed

The third time is when Vincent has just got back from killing Blake and Paige and she jumps out of the truck with him

The fourth is at the end of the movie where she's sitting on the bed of Lester's truck. This is the only time we see her with Lester because Vincent is now dead and is no longer able to look after her.

#jonesy sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005

[visceravalentines]

Sleepy Sinclair Headcanons

Thinking about them falling asleep helps me fall asleep.

Lester

Lester sleeps in plaid pajama pants always, and rotates through a selection of band tees, bar tees, and tank tops.  No socks unless he’s sleeping at his little cabin in the woods, then sometimes he likes the extra warmth. 

Sleeps curled up like a little creature in a den.  Head is covered by the blankets or even sometimes by his pillow.  Never gets too hot or freaks out about only breathing that warm air.  Snores, but like a cute sleepy snore. 

Normal person body temperature when he sleeps.  If it’s cold out, he’s cold.  If it’s hot, he’s hot. 

Has to have some kind of white noise to sleep.  When he’s out in nature, this is provided by the insects and night sounds.  When he’s at the house, he’ll leave his window open or sleep with a fan on for the noise. 

Absolutely adores sleeping under the stars.  Has been known to take a pillow and blanket out on the roof on clear summer nights.  Sometimes sleeps in a hammock in the yard or sets up camp in the back of Bo’s truck.  His cabin has skylights above the bed so even when it’s not comfortable to actually sleep outside he can still see the sky. 

Pretty solid sleeper.  Mumbles nonsense in his sleep.  Will not remember a lick of it in the morning.  Not super prone to nightmares.  His brothers helped create happy memories in the midst of a traumatic childhood and he has a lot of time to think out on the road by himself.  He’s made a lot of peace with himself, his parents, and his past, more so than the twins have. 

When sharing his bed with you, the two of you are tangled up like vines, burrowed in like bunnies.  All cuddle positions are created equal.  Will happily sleep this way too, no squirming away in the middle of the night. 

Vincent

It gets hot in the basement despite it being underground.  There’s a lot of machinery running during the day and Vinny keeps the heat up so the wax is more malleable.  In the Louisiana climate it takes a while for things to cool back down so Vincent sleeps shirtless, wearing sweatpants or maybe even just his underwear depending on the season.  No socks.  Never socks.  Death before dishonor. 

Looks like a literal angel when he sleeps.  Often on his back with his arms above his head, more often on his stomach with his head turned in profile on the pillow. 

Always too hot.  Another reason for sleeping shirtless.  The covers on his cot downstairs consist of a single thin blanket.  Upstairs in his bedroom he usually sleeps with a single blanket or sheet only. 

Sometimes his hair is up, sometimes it’s down.  If it’s a particularly muggy day he gets annoyed with it sticking to his neck and he’ll tie it up before bed.  His mask is always off for sleeping and he cleanses, tones, and moisturizes his skin every night without fail. 

Has to sleep with a light on.  It’s not that he’s afraid of the dark, it’s that he gets up a lot in the night and would prefer to be able to see.  Before meeting you, he would leave a candle burning all night, because everything the Sinclair family touches is a fire hazard.  You have insisted he instead use a fake candle or one of those salt lamps.  The fake candle is an affront to his sensibilities but he agrees you have a point. 

Sleeps for two hours at a time tops.  Constantly getting up to get a drink, take a piss, pace around his workshop.  If he’s sleeping upstairs he’ll get up and eat a bowl of cereal at 2 AM.  Doesn’t have a lot of nightmares but has semi-regular night terrors that are absolutely bloodcurdling.  It sort of helps if he doesn’t sleep for long stretches, but also, he’s just a restless mind.  Sometimes you’ll stir in the middle of the night and find him sitting and watching you, sketching or just watching, nursing a cup of tea. 

Sleeps in the basement when he’s in a creative period, which is usually the case.  If he’s between projects, or suffering from artist’s block, or just finally ready to see some scenery outside of the basement, he’ll wander upstairs for bed. 

Will snuggle with you until you’re asleep, and then he will carefully extricate himself so he doesn’t disturb you when he gets up.  Favorite position is big spoon, or you with your head on his chest and his arm around you. 

Bo

Sleeps in a tee, often a thin white cotton one, and his boxers.  Wears SOCKS about half the time like a MADMAN.  And they’re those stereotypical calf-length ones too with the red stripe around the cuff. 

Takes up the entire bed.  Sprawls on his back with arms and legs akimbo.  Snores so loud he wakes himself up sometimes.  Also rolls like a log in his sleep, somehow remains unconscious despite thrashing around like a fish. 

Bo runs hot, always.  That plus the constant motion means he often sleeps with little more than a sheet whether or not there were other blankets there to begin with. 

Has to have a glass of water by his bed at all times.  Refills it every night before bed because who likes the taste of stale water?  (Nobody.) 

Does a complete sweep of the house every night before he turns in.  Checks to make sure all the doors are locked and the windows are shut.  Doesn’t make a big deal out of it at all, but by god, even if he’s wasted, he will stumble around the house and make sure his family is secure. 

Sleeps like the dead.  Cannot be woken up for love nor money.  The only exception is this:  if you try to sneak in, out, or past him, he is immediately awake and alert.  If someone were to try the doorknob on the front door he would know about it.  Call his name, shake his shoulder, slap his face?  No luck.  Whisper that you think you might’ve heard something?  He heard it too and he’s already downstairs with a shotgun. 

Has pretty frequent nightmares and jolts awake soaked in sweat.  If he is sleeping alone, he will often stay awake for a while until the fear has faded.  If you are there, he will attach himself to you like a creeper vine and fall back asleep much quicker. 

This man was literally born a little spoon and that has never changed.  Enjoys cuddling with you in all positions but when it’s time for sleeping, he will roll over and scootch that ass back against you and falls asleep well before you detach yourself to prevent overheating since he is the temperature of the sun. 

Bonus:  Jonesy!!!

This girl has many beds.  She has a dog bed in the living room.  She has a doghouse in the backyard.  She has a bed in Vinny’s workshop.  She has a special blanket in Bo’s room.  She has Lester. 

During the day she often forgoes all of these places in favor of a nice sunny patch where she can sprawl. 

At night she chooses her favorite sleeping companion based on a mysterious set of factors.  You and Lester are the only ones that let her sleep on the bed.  Bo would rather die, and frankly, Jonesy does not enjoy being kicked accidentally by a sleeping menace.  Vincent lets her on his cot when he’s not using it, but it is not super comfy for both of them to sleep on at the same time. 

When Lester is home, Lester is the favorite, no questions asked.  When Vincent gets up in the middle of the night and goes to the kitchen to forage, Jonesy will meet him there, squinting in the fluorescents, making sure he’s okay.  She seems to have a knack for predicting Bo’s nightmares and will either settle down in his room or will get up from wherever she’s sleeping to go sit by his bed.  Does this occasionally scare the shit out of him?  Yes.  But she’s doing her best and he knows it. 

Jonesy is best girl end of story. 

#house of wax headcanon #lester sinclair headcanons #vincent sinclair headcanons #bo sinclair headcanons #slasher x reader #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #jonesy sinclair

[small-sinclair]

You know what I really want to do? Really want???

Pet Jonesy.

If I was in Ambrose, I would yeet Wade into the void and love on her. I would praise her as if she’s my own puppy. I would sit on the floor and chill with her while Vincent kills Wade and Bo goes after Carly. They can come get me when they’re done, I don’t care!

But if I was with my own group??? I would play fetch, break into the Sinclair House and give the treats, belly rubs, and let her rest on my lap while Bo and Vincent are killing the group I’m with because, fuck it, I’m with the cutest puppy ever! And they just find me and Jonesy curled up together sleeping/vibing/chilling.

I would be like, “If you want to kill me, that’s fine. I can die happy knowing I was with the bestest girl in the world!” Then just squish Jonesy’s face and coo and awe at her, praising her. I would be happy.

And Bo and Vincent don’t have the heart to hurt me because I befriend Jonesy, and Jonesy and I have friendship bracelets. Like, you piss off your dog by killing their new friend, think about how sad the dog would feel!?

Bonus: While being Jonesy’s friend, I slowly win the hearts of the brothers and marry all three and have Jonesy be my Maid of Honor. Wing the heart of the dog, you win the heart of the owner.

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax (2005) #house of wax headcanons #bo sinclair headcanons #lester sinclair headcanons #vincent sinclair headcanon #jonesy #jonesy house of wax #jonesy sinclair #Jonesy the dog

[halloweenbitch2764]

Lester finding a freezing y/n in heavy rain who is sk sweet that he takes them home to warm up

This is so cute???? I love this

Lester w/ Freezing S/O

You had tried to run, really you did

You had been tricked by Bo who nearly wrestled you into his basement

By the mercy of God you escaped

Which led to you running

You ran into the surrounding woods and hid which meant Bo eventually gave up, threatening that you'd get found one way or another before leaving

Once you were positive he was gone you headed towards where you thought you had come from

The rain was pouring the entire time and had soaked you to the bone

You were shivering but continued on, praying you'd be able to make it

You found the road again at some point and walked along it, close enough to the woods that you could hide in there again if you needed

Tears ran down your face and mixed with the rain

If the man hadn't killed you then this weather surely would

A truck pulled up beside you and you looked up at who was driving

A man who you didn't recognize was seated in the drivers seat and a dog sat beside him

He looked dirty and had old tattered clothes on that didn't look entirely appropriate for the weather

He looked concerned

"Hey ma'am why are you out in this weather?"

"I-I pulled into a g-g-gas station in town because my c-car was m-m-making weird noises. The man who said he was g-gonna fix it t-tried to kidnap m-me." You explained through chattering teeth and shivers that rocked your body

Tears continued down your freezing face

He looked at you sympathetically

"Well why don't you get in? I'll get you somewhere you can warm up."

You didn't know whether to believe him or not

But you didn't have much of a choice

You felt so weak and exhausted so you got in

Just the difference between the truck and outside was noticeable

Not having freezing pouring rain on you helped

You still shivered and you rubbed your arms in a desperate attempt to warm up

It didn't take long before he pulled up to a small house

He got out and the dog jumped out before he rounded to your side and helped you out and then into the house

"Jus' sit on the couch and I'll grab you some clothes."

You nodded and sat down, yawning softly and shivering despite the warmth of the house

The dog looked at you curiously and sniffed your leg

You reached your hand out and let them sniff it before they nuzzled into your hand sweetly

You gave a tired smile

Soon the man entered the room with some clean clothes that appeared to be his and motioned to a door

"Go take a shower and warm up."

You nodded and did just that, warning up between the warm house and warm shower

Your bones ached and you felt so tired

You managed to get out and dried off, pulling the new clothes on and setting yours to dry

You walked back to the living room and sat on the couch beside the man who gave you a blanket and a cup of tea

"Thank you so much." Tears gathered in your eyes and the man gave you another sympathetic smile

"Well I couldn't let such a pretty lady freeze to death out there."

You smiled sleepily and wiped the tears from your eyes

"My name's Lester by the way, I forgot to mention it."

You nodded. "My name is Y/N."

"Pretty name for a pretty lady."

You couldn't help but blush (or blush to the extent your body would allow)

You scooted closer, hoping he wouldn't mind and laid your head on his shoulder

You didn't see the surprised expression on his face

He didn't move though

You fell asleep real quick

#lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax (2005) #house of wax 2005 #slasher x reader headcanons #slasher x reader #slasher fandom #jonesy sinclair #ethen-often

[beauregard-sinclair-ask]

My beautiful girl

#bo sinclair #Jonesy Sinclair #house of wax Jonesy #HoW jonesy #house of wax (2005) #house of wax 2005

[woppy-my-beloved]

NEW HOW/Sinclair Brothers meme

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #the sinclairs #the sinclair brothers #bo sinclair #bo sinclair imagine #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #jonesy sinclair #meme #house of wax meme #slasher #slasher fandom #slasher meme

[vampiremillk]

ROWDY 'N' RUFF !

JONESY SINCLAIR HEADCANONS

BOO'S NOTE .ᐟ . . . just some cute and silly scenarios that ramble in my head all day long about the babygirl, jonesy ! i'm from louisiana myself and really enjoyed slipping some state traits into these ! ( also, i TOTALLY got my title from the powerpuff girls lmao ! the rowdyruff boys always reminded me of the sinclair bros a little bit so i thought it was something clever to do 😭 )

• y’know what they say: a dog truly is a man’s best friend. the loyalty she has for the triple trouble sinclairs is unbreakable, and such a quote is especially devoted towards vincent. he discovered her hours after her previous owners had thrown her aside to stray the streets and swampish woodlands of southern louisiana when evacuating for one of few hurricanes that would occasionally and annually hit the area. there was no longer any room for her to fit inside the truck when they pulled off and left her to fend for herself, but vince, however, had more than enough room inside his.

• ever since, she’s been both a joy and a handful.

• vincent likes to awaken during sunrise and begin his laborious daybreak with his sculptures, leaving jonesy to rest until she was ready to get up herself. everyone else in the house, though, lounged about until afternoon came around, and even then, vince would still be occupied within the basement. there are times when she will softly push open bo’s bedroom door with her paw, climb atop his mattress and bark almost nonstop in order to wake him up, demanding she go out for her daily walk. whenever bo is lazy or unresponsive, which 9 times out of 10, he is, she’ll always go to lester instead, who generally gives her the answer “yes” to just about anything. bo often scolds lester for being the main one to spoil her so much, but she was just so sweet, he couldn't help it.

• walking her isn't the easiest thing in the world, either. lester can never control the sheer amount of excitement she receives from being outside as soon as she begins tugging against the leash. she takes him for a walk instead.

• if vincent has been down in the basement all day, once he finally exits, he receives a sudden and loving greeting that involves jonesy tackling him right to the ground.

• drools. a lot.

• bo has stepped in her waste before, thankfully not barefoot. vincent and lester were gifted an endless earful that day. he didn't even realize that he did so at first, waltzing from downstairs and into the kitchen, but a vivid stench causes his nose to scrunch and his head to swivel only to view the several patches of light brown ooze that were smeared upon the floor in a footstep pattern. bo closed his eyes and fed his lungs a deep intake of breath, preparing himself for a terrible realization. slowly looking down after raising his left ankle and flipping his shoe to look at the bottom, sure enough, he was, quite literally, in some deep shit. "oh you motherfuckers are in for it now! who the hell forgot t'take the damn dog outside?! i bet'cha she pissed somewhere in the house, too!"

• when lester began to prepare a fried shrimp po’ boy, everytime he took his eyes off of his plate to grab a different ingredient, miss mischievous little jonesy used every moment to quickly snag something from it before the roadkill boy turned back around. it took lester several minutes to begin noticing that multiple parts of his sandwich went missing. he scratched his head, brows knitted together by a thick thread of confusion, “i could’a sworn i added my tomat’as already..”

• she loves visitors, specifically when it's other relatives of the family that come around. the sinclair brothers have a few cousins that live in mississippi, those of who will occasionally travel to stop by just to say hello, and they definitely get a much-too-happy hello from her in return.

• vincent can bring her all the chew toys and save all the dinner bones in the world, it doesn't matter. she will still go out of her way to sink her teeth into a nearby pair of boots. whether they belonged to bo, vincent himself or lester, there will always be that one shoe lying around the house littered in holes and teeth markings.

• don’t let the puppy eyes and sugar-charmed jowls have you all the way fooled. she is perfectly capable of being just as vexatious with how the boys will sometimes resort to utilizing her houndly abilities to sniff out runaway victims and howl loud enough to unveil their hiding positions if she happens to come across such. bo is often one of the three culprits to bring her alongside him during his human hunts, rewarding her with a brief series of pats atop the head after she successfully tracks one of them down. “atta fuckin’ girl.”

• trained to do so by vincent, whenever he lets her stay down inside the basement with him, she’s able to clearly recognize certain hand signals conjured by the slow curve of his fingers, and she’ll quickly go and fetch whatever utensil he needs to finalize his work. it’ll be polished in a glossy glaze of mutt slobber, of course, but he simply wipes it off on his apron before putting it to use.

• “what the hell’re you doin’, man? you can't give ‘er that!” lester watches with pure worry as bo pours a can of beer into jonesy’s bowl, which she immediately begins lapping up as if it were the greatest thing she’s ever tasted. little does lester know, it wasn't the first time.

• she loves going on truck rides with all three of her fatherly figures. with bo, she always sat inside the passenger's seat, sticking her head out the window. with lester, she got the thrilling privilege of settling on top of his truck’s trunk bed. with vincent, it was the passenger’s side as well, but sometimes she'd get so excited by his presence that she’d jump right into his lap whilst he was managing the wheel, her body big enough to render him blind of the road in front of him. she’d never move out of the way afterwards, so he'd be forced to adjust his once comfortable position to something completely awkward just to satisfy her position instead. the things people do for love, huh?

• “jonesy, c’mere! you did this, didn’t'cha? ya’ little slut.” bo pointed towards a destroyed couch, the stuffing covering the floors like a blanket of snow. jonesy knows instantly when bo’s voice turns stern that he’s in no mood to play around. she’ll put on a look of guilt and submissively put her head down, confessing to her own deeds, but the puppy-dog eyes work on everyone else but him. “naw, don’t gimme that look. you knew you were gonna be sorry before ya’ even started.”

• lester and jonesy once shared an ice cream cone. no, it wasn’t him putting some into a cup for her to have, but him holding the cone up to her greedy snout and letting her get a few licks in before he took a few licks himself. it wasn't too surprising, considering lester was also the one who would sometimes let jonesy lick a plate clean after dinner just so he didn’t have to wash it afterwards.

©️ VAMPIREMILLK . do not plagiarize, distribute to other sites or translate any of my work without my permission .

#jonesy sinclair #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher community #slasher fandom

[incorrectsinclairbrothersquotes]

Vincent: We just ate. Why are you making pancakes?

Y/N: For Jonesy.

Vincent: Why are you making pancakes for Jonesy?

Y/N: They don't know how.

#incorrect house of wax quotes #incorrect sinclair brothers quotes #house of wax #sinclair brothers #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #jonesy sinclair #y/n sinclair

[askjonesysinclair]

Hi Jonsey How Are You I Love Vincent Sinclair Much! ♥️😘

#vincent sinclair #jonesy sinclair #this me

[ahmnom]

Watched house of wax again. Here’s some bullshit notes I took if y’all wanna see em 🤷

This includes spelling mistakes and me confusing victor and Vincent’s names. WHY DID THEY NAME THEM SO SIMILAR I HAVE A DUMB GOOFY BRAIN I CANNOT PROCESS THIS

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax headcanons #bo sinclair #bo sinclair headcanons #bo sinclair house of wax #lester sinclair #lester sinclair headcanons #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair headcanon #vincent sinclair house of wax #trudy sinclair #victor sinclair #jonesy sinclair #jonesy #slasher community #slasher fandom #slasher #slasher hcs #slasher headcanons #slasher horror #slasher movies #slashers #sinclair family #sinclair brothers #sinclair twins #my notes

[slashwhores]

What I imagine everytime @askjonesysinclair uploads

#the things i draw when i dont wanna clean my room #house of wax #jonesy #jonesy sinclair #fanart #house of wax jonesy #jonesy sinclair fanart #jonesy sinclair was the inspo for this blog #she is an icon #a god amoungst mortals #house of wax 2005 #house of wax fanart #2005 house of wax

[g0thl3zz]

oh. my. god.

do y’all think the puppies in the pet store are jonesy’s babies??

#jonesy sinclair #house of wax #drabbles #slasher fandom #slasher community

[visceravalentines]

A Matching Set of Spoons

Poly!Sinclairs x GN!Reader

Rating: Teen (SFW, lots of swearing and some mention of sexual activity)

Length: 1.1k

CW: none, just that sweet sweet fluff

I wrote this in a rush last night and it gave me so many goddamn feelings I had to share it right now. Bo can't sleep. Turns out he's not the only one.

Tagging a few moots who deserve special Sinclair cuddles! (Happy to untag you, just lmk.)

@cypressnmarigolds, @ajokeformur-ray, @moon-of-desire, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @wasteofanarrow, @slasherlouvre, @papikuai, @myersmeadowarchive

Some nights, the Sandman skipped right over Ambrose. 

This was one of those nights.  Bo lay spreadeagled in his bed, the comforter discarded long ago, the top sheet tangled around one of his legs.  He wanted a cigarette.  He wanted a sandwich.  He wanted to go the fuck to sleep, but that was evidently out of the question. 

The moon was blinding, sneaking through the curtains to fall directly on his face.  He was too hot, too cold, Goldilocks all over.  Maybe he needed a drink.  Maybe he needed a fuck.  He thought of you in the room down the hall. 

Surely you were asleep.  You had to be; it was the middle of the night.  Any reasonable individual would be asleep at this hour.  But what if you weren’t?  What if you were also tossing and turning, alone in your bed, that t-shirt of his you stole to sleep in riding up a little higher every time you rolled over? 

Goddamn, he had it bad.  He was half-hard already. 

Bo ran a hand through his wavy locks.  It couldn’t hurt to go check.  Just to see if you were asleep or not.  If you were, he’d leave you be.  Maybe he’d snuggle up to you for a while, see if that lulled him into dreamland.  But if you weren’t….

He sat up, swung out of bed, adjusted himself in his boxers.  In the light of the moon, he picked through the maze of shoes and laundry that carpeted his bedroom floor.  Probably he should do something about that soon.  Bo pulled his door open and peeked into the hallway, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. 

Your room was down at the end of the hall.  He crept towards it, trying to be silent.  When Jonesy wasn’t in the basement with Vincent she slept with you, and the last thing he wanted was to spook her. 

A creak from the staircase behind him spooked him so badly he nearly jumped out of his skin.  Bo spun around, fist cocked, ready to break someone’s face.  His brain froze, malfunctioned as it tried to make sense of the hulking, hairy shape shambling up the stairs, lit by a weak and flickering light, some literal actual boogeyman in his motherfucking house except it looked a lot like –

“Vinny?” he hissed, peering into the black.  “What the fuck are you doin’?” 

His twin shuffled toward him, cupping a candle poured into a small mason jar in one hand.  Vincent signed lazily with one hand, Same to you.  It’s 2 AM.

“I know it’s 2 AM.  Why are you creepin’ around the house like a damn haint?” 

Vincent flipped him off. 

Bo rolled his eyes.  “Well you scared the bejeezus outta me so that feels like my business.” 

Vincent pressed the candle to his bare chest with a forearm so he could sign with both hands.  The sweatpants he wore to bed were hanging off his hips.  Maybe I felt like an evening stroll.  It gets hot downstairs. 

“Well, grab an ice cube and shove it up your ass, maybe that’ll help.” 

Now it was Vinny’s turn to roll his eye.  What’s your excuse, you piss the bed again?

Bo scowled.  “I was just goin’ to check on [y/n].  Thought I heard a sound comin’ from their room, that’s all.” 

Vincent slowly tilted his head, eyeing his brother.  …you horny bastard.

“Hey now.  Don’t you go gettin’ the wrong idea.” 

It’s got.

“I am tryin’ to protect this house, and here you are accusin’ me of indecent behavior.” 

I can see your damn dick. 

“Fuck off, Vinny.  Evenin’ stroll my ass.  You were sneakin’ up here hopin’ for a little action yourself, admit it.” 

I would never.

“You sure as hell would, we have the same brain, asshole.” 

Shhh, you’re going to wake them up.

“Now wouldn’t that be a shame.  Don’t change the subject, Vin.” 

I am not discussing my sex life with you.

“Ooh, did you hear that?  That was an admission.  Besides, I already know all about your sex life.” 

“Guys?” 

The sound of your drowsy voice from the other side of the door froze their bickering.  Bo glared at Vincent, who glared back and waved at his brother to open the door.  He obliged, and both twins peered into the room.  You sat up, hair messy, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.  Jonesy lifted her head from her place at the foot of your bed. 

“Hey, darlin’, did we wake you?  Sorry ‘bout that.” 

“What’s…going on?” 

“Nothin’, just…havin’ a friendly family dispute.” 

“…in the middle of the night?” 

“No time like the present.” 

On your far side, a lump stirred in the bed, and Lester appeared from underneath the covers, squinting at his brothers.  “What the hell is this, a surprise party?” 

Bo and Vinny at the same time said, “Lester?” 

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” 

“This is fuckin’ stupid,” Bo complained.  “You’re not even supposed to be home ‘til tomorrow.” 

“Cry me a river, honeysuckle.” 

“Okay, okay, everybody…calm down.”  You shook your head.  “What do you guys need?” 

Bo wanted to –

Bo shoved Vincent.  “We couldn’t sleep.  We thought you…might be up.” 

“Well, I am now.” 

Both twins winced.  Sorry about that.

Peace was a thing of the past.  You sighed, slumped forward, patted the mattress next to you.  “Come on in.” 

Are you sure? Vinny said as Bo shoved past him without hesitation, making a beeline for the bed. 

You gave him a sleepy smile.  “Yeah, get over here.” 

Lester squawked as Bo bodyslammed him.  “I did not consent to this!” 

“You consented to it when you was born last.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“Bo, you’re gonna kick Jonesy!” 

“Sorry, darlin’.” 

Vincent hiked up his sweats and set the candle on your bedside table.  He sank down onto the mattress and curled up on your left, settling in as littlest spoon.  You tucked in against the smooth skin of his back.  Lester buried his face in your hair and Bo, the biggest spoon, snuggled up tight against his youngest brother, reaching an arm across to rest his hand on your hip.  Jonesy grumbled, scootched back into a comfortable position with her head on Vincent’s feet, and fell asleep almost immediately. 

One big disaster family. 

“Goodnight, y’all,” Bo whispered. 

“Bo, is that your dick?” Lester exclaimed. 

“Shhhh,” you giggled. 

Vincent blew out the candle. 

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[he11swinter]

Where did the name Jonesy for the Sinclair’s dog come from? I see it used a lot and would love to know the story.

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