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[die-die-mydarling-xx]

Hewo! Saw y’all are taking requests :3

What would the Sinclair Brothers, Brahms, and Billy Lenz do if they see their s/o being made fun of by someone? How would they react?

Thank you and have a good one!

Hi there! Sorry it took me a little while to get around to this

How They Would React to Seeing Their S/O Being Made Fun Of

SFW, GN!Reader (sort of implied to be female in Billy Lenz)

Vincent Sinclair

They're dead the minute they decided to make fun of you

He wouldn't be too aggressive in the moment, probably just glaring at them from across the room

Or he'd move to your side, the silent anger in his face enough to shut them up

Later on they will die slowly and painfully <3

Once he's done with them he would come to comfort you, holding you in his arms and making sure you know how perfect you are and that you're the best thing that ever happened to him

Bo Sinclair

Again, they're dead. Duh

He'd come over to give whoever was making fun of you a piece of his mind, you could see him getting quite worked up

These people were just passing through, and you could tell they wanted to leave after that altercation, but their car had broken down just outside of Ambrose and Bo was their only hope of fixing it

He'd tell them he had to order the part and let them know where to stay nearby

So he could catch them off guard later. He wouldn't prolong their suffering that much, his anger overriding that urge

He'd come find you once they're dead as well, holding you a little closer to him that night. He doesn't strike me as someone who would give a lot of verbal reassurance, but you still can tell he cares

Lester Sinclair

He's the only one of the three who wouldn't outright kill them. Maybe directs them to his brothers though

He'd definitely step in in the moment as well, but he's a little calmer than Bo: he would defend you and try to make the people making fun of you ashamed of their behaviour

Would be sooo comforting afterwards, giving you lots of physical affection and telling you everything he loves about you

Brahms Heelshire

I don't imagine there'd be a lot of times where he'd see this happening, so I think he'd be a lot more volatile in this situation

You're perfect in his eyes, he's literally obsessed with you, so seeing you being made fun of would make him very angry

Honestly I think he'd just kill them right then and there. 😶

Unless you told him not to but he'll still leave them injured

After they were gone he'd be holding you, stroking your hair, and giving you all kinds of compliments

Billy Lenz

If you were being made fun of by specific sorority sisters, they would immediately become his next targets

I don't think he'd want to really step in; he doesn't like leaving the attic, especially when there are people up and about

He would call the house phone to try and interrupt their taunting

When they pick up, he'd immediately go into a tirade of profanities and threatening them

The sisters would hang up, shaking their heads in disgust, and you just smiled to yourself, knowing that this was his way of defending you

Later, after everyone's asleep, you go into the attic to see him. Like Lester, he's going to be very physically affectionate, stroking your face, your hair, your body and telling you how pretty you are and how important you are to him

I hope this is okay! I definitely struggled with the characterization of some of them, especially Billy 😭

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[leobashi]

Emoji thing for Anti or Jackie: 🐣🎸🧊

Apparently this was for the second round of the ego ranks? But I can’t remember the exact context anymore

#ask #wip ask #number1120 #antisepticeye

[sneezemaster]

I’ve only known the ego gang for 10 minutes and I already love him.

Love your art!

Jacob(Jackie): You can always join us for a coffee Jesse(Marv): Or just to talk~

[[[Sneeze: Thank you~ Im so sorry it took me so long to answer]]]

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[fluffy-little-demon]

What’s your favorite headcanon of Bo Sinclair?

I don't know who said it first but I really like the headcanon of Bo being able to play the piano and can actually sing really well.

I also very much love the idea of Bo being the cook. Cause like Vincent would be too busy working on his projects and if he did remember to eat it would either be a quickly thrown together sandwich or something from the microwave. I remember somebody saying that trudy would take away food as a punishment when they were younger and so Bo got very good at making his own food. I think he would like to experiment trying to make new food. He is not very good at baking, he can't make a cake to save his life but a sunday roast, mans is hella talented. Even if he's making just simple comfort food it's just simply delicious. Plus when he makes the food he'll take a plate down to Vincent cause at least then Bo knows he's got some food. Whether or not he actually eats it is completely up to him. He'll also save some for when Lester comes over as well.

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[the-moon-pal]

I want to hold Gus mothman in my hands gently! He’s so cute!

How would u hold a mothman- like this (1) or like this (2)

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[crumb]

Heya! How are you? I hope you’re doing okay, friend :3 Here! Have an internet cupcake! Have a good day :3

Hey bestie!!! I'm doing ok, I hope you've been good! thank you for the cupcake 🥹💚

#ask #number1120 #small-sinclair #<3333

[lostcybertronian]

Who is your favorite pairing/ship/characters to write?

Host and Dr. Iplier, or Author and Dr. Iplier

I also really adore Darkstache. However, when anyone sends me a pairing out of left field I always immensely enjoy it. (Examples being, like, Actor and Host or Author and Yancy)

#asks #number1120 #lostandwandering

[the-other-mrstitanic]

Wright felt exhausted when he came home from training. He already showered at the gym, but he felt like he needed to take another one. He unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped in, but the air was thick with something. He stands still and sniffed the air then froze: blood.

“Mason?” He called as he closed the door. “Starlight? You home?”

"Yeah, I'm home!" Mason calls from the bathroom. "I'll be out in just a minute, Sunshine."

#mason the healer #ask-number1120 #I'm gonna change it up a bit from what I was saying i think

[toescratches]

The Sinclair brothers have work to do. A couple of tourists adventure into town. But unfortunately after they've been hunted down and cleaned up, the brothers come across more work and more problems. That being the now abandoned baby in the car. (SHOULD I CHANGE THE SUMMARY AT THIS POINT?!?!?!)

Tw: Bo is Bo, they're slashers what do you expect, they won't kill the baby obv, the baby is a girl or AFAB, Vincent is here 😱, Lester bbg is here 🤭, they're conflicted, timeskipping cuz I'm lazy, lots of cursing, prolly awkward and cringe but idk, sorry this is short

tags:@wheresmyson @kitty11sstuffig @swaggbella @imnotevenherern00100 @kait0sicecre4m @peyton-peyton @wildaces @small-sinclair @santa-carla-boardwalk-1987 @number1120 @blurrymango

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{timeskipping to toddler age😨}

Bo sipped his beer as he sat on living room couch and watched TV. The thunder loudly rumbled outside and made it feel like the whole house shook.

He took another big swig out of his bottle, in the background, the television kept making loud noises of the show playing.

Suddenly his attention is stolen by the sound of little feet, coming down the stairs. Bo looks to his right, up at the end of the staircase.

"Y/N? You know you're supposed to be in bed." Bo yells at the staircase as he turns down the volume of the TV.

A loud, pitiful and annoyed whine sounds down the stairs.

Bo sighs and stands up. He turns off the TV and walks to the bottom of the stairs. He spots the little girl, sitting at the top of stairs with a pout.

"C'mon baby... You gonna go to bed or do I have to take you...?" Bo asks with hands on his hips.

Y/N whines again. "But Daaaddyyy–! It's scary!" She pouts.

"What scary, sweetie?" He softly questions and begins to mske his way up the stairs, towards his young child.

She points down at the window.

"Oh, the thunder?" He coos at her.

Y/N sniffs and nod her head.

"Well how about... I'll take you back to our room and I'll help you sleep? Okay?" Bo asks with a raised eyebrow.

She nods her head with a frown and reaches her hands up to Bo, wanting to be picked up. Bo chuckles. He reaches down to hus daughter, picking her up by her armpits. He places the little girl on his hip and kisses his forehead.

A loud thunder sounds from outside and scares Y/N, making her flinch. Y/N curles up against her father's side and Bo softly smiles at this.

"You sleepy, baby?" He asks and caresses her head. He gets a nod as a answer.

"Okay, let's go to sleep." He sofly smiles and walks up the stairs, and to their room. Bo gently pushes the bedroom door open, and steps inside, with his daughter on his hip. He puts her down on her bed, next to his own.

"There you go..." Bo whispers and tucks her in. He puts the soft blanket over her, handing her, her teddy.

Y/N tightly hugs the teddy bear. and turns to lay on her side, to look at her father.

"I don't like the storm..." She whispers to him. (how do toddlers speak💀)

"Oh me neither, baby... But don't worry. I'll be here so you can go to sleep..." He whispers down to her and caresses her cheek.

She nods with a yawn. Bo smiles softly at her and leans down to kiss the girl's cheek.

...

Bo waits, sitting on the side of her bed, till she falls asleep.

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Im so sorry I didn't write anymore, I was so bored 😭

PLEASE SUGGEST ME SUMMARIES AND IDEAD ETC!!!

i didn't know what else to write

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[arkunder]

An Over Dosage

A House of Wax Fan Fiction.

[[Warnings: Descirptions of overdoses, alcoholism, suicide, violence/yelling, threats

[Bo x Reader(?)] Established friendship with all three brothers. She/Her pronouns used for (y/n).

Word Count: 3,778.

Genre: Angst, Slight Comfort

Summary: Bo makes a mistake. He’s made many mistakes in his life. But he hadn’t meant to make this one- honest to god! He didn’t mean it this time. But regardless his brothers are left to deal with the mess, and (y/n)’s left to take care of him.

A/N: This is my first time posting my writings so it’s not my best work, if there are any errors or spelling mistakes please feel free to let me know.

I also decided to add some artwork to go along with the fic just because I’m capable of it, hope everyone enjoys.

@number1120 better hold up your end of the deal ;)

She pauses at the bathroom doorway, staring out of it at Vincent as he snags the six pack of beer off the ground by the plastic that’s holding it all together.

In one fluid motion Vincent swings, bringing the pack of beer down over his shoulder onto the driveway, as if chopping wood with an axe.

He uses an excessive amount of force doing so. She was surprised he hadn’t thrown his shoulder out but she knew Vincent was strong.

Stronger than his brothers, her, all of them.

The cans, all six at once, all but explode by the force, spraying foamy beer down the driveway, as well as against Vincent’s boots and mask.

Despite being thirty-forty(?) feet away from the driveway she can see his chest, expanding and contracting with force as he stands upright from his hunched over posture. His eye tracks the back lights of Lesters truck as it speeds out of Ambrose, kicking up a fog of dust.

She can’t see his face, his backs to her as well as his mask hides it from her regardless. She can’t read him. Can’t tell what he’s feeling at this singular moment of silence.

He turns with a snap, thumping his way up the porch steps into the house. He slams the door behind him with such force it shakes the frame. He swings around aiming for the kitchen again but he pauses.

He’s caught sight of her, still in the bathroom doorway. She doesn’t say anything to him, doesn’t try to convey any emotions on her face other than… a pitying sorrow.

At that moment, she could’ve sworn the man standing before her was Bo Sinclair. Not Vincent. Regardless she wants to allow him to do whatever it is he needs to do, without judgement from her.

She reaches for the bathroom door and pulls it until there’s only a crack left between the door and the frame. Leaving Vincent to his chaos.

She turns back to Bo. He’s still in the tub, damp. She makes her way to him, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him into a sitting position.

“Come on Hun, let’s get you to bed”

She manages to get under him, pulling him to sit onto the tub's edge. She grabs his knees and swings them over the edge so he’s sitting out of it now.

He sways nearly falling back into the tub but she catches him by the shoulder of his shirt.

She stretches, grabbing the towels Lester had set on the toilet lid, all while holding onto Bo’s shirt, to prevent him from falling backward.

She returns to face him. She takes one of the towels placing it upon his head. She shakes it across his still damp curls like a dog.

He leaves it on his head as she begins to unbutton his shirt, exposing his tank top underneath. She’s barely able to pull it over his shoulders and tosses it to the ground with a wet splat.

She reaches now for the pair of scissors Lester left on the sink.

“Hope you don’t like this tank top” she mumbles as she begins to cut it away from his body.

She tosses the cloth to the side as well, taking the other towel she'd thrown over her shoulder. She pulls it off and swings it around his exposed shoulders and chest wrapping it tight.

He mumbles something.

“Hmm?” She hums, leaning down to his eye level. His eyes are still closed, he’s still pale and he’s beginning to tremble.

“Mama?” He mumbles.

She pauses. Mind racing to process that one word mumbled out of his shaking lips. Her eyes scan him before she stands back up. She pulls his head against her stomach so she can rub the towel down his back.

“Not quite Bo. But don't worry you’re not in trouble. Just rest for now, yeah? We’s gonna get ya to bed”

He continues to mumble and groan quietly as she drags the towel down the rest of his back, across his shoulders, over his chest.

This had to have been the worst night yet at the Sinclair household. At least the worst she’s experienced.

There was a sudden thud outside the door, in the kitchen. If she was to guess, she would’ve said Vincent had gotten done rummaging through the fridge, collecting every ounce of alcohol within it.

She turns back from looking at the door to look down at Bo.

There’s a sudden sound of glass shattering, then again and again and again-

Bo suddenly rests his head further against her stomach. Rubbing his forehead affectionalty against her as if trying to soak up her warmth. He groans again.

She looks down at him. Always so proud. So cocky, never accepting any help from anyone. The responsible, dependable one. She almost wanted to chuckle. But the situation was far too depressing to do so. Not at his expense. Not this time.

She rubbed a hand into his hair, scratching his scalp. That always comforted her, she wondered if it helped.

She got her answer when he preened into her touch.

“Come on now, gotta get you warmed up” she pulled away, rubbing the towel against his hair again.

“Can you stand? Think you can get those pants off?” He swayed side to side but sat up on his own now, regardless. He reached down slowly to his belt. His hands were limp, fingers shaking as he fumbled with the buckle. She watched him for a moment, taking in the quiet sounds of his shuffling.

She stepped forward, leaning down onto her knee in front of him. “It’s alright, I got’ya” she unbuckled the lasp, pulling the two straps apart before tugging it lightly through the loops of his jeans.

“Hmmn” he mumbled quietly forcing his head up and down.

“Say that again hun?” She sat the belt down by the soaking shirt and ripped tank top.

“Where’s… Les?”

“Lesters… he’s-“ she couldn’t think of anything, what could she even say to him?

“He headed home for a bit Bo”

He hummed again, nodding slightly.

“I bet you you’ll see him tomorrow morning, ’magine he’ll bring you something good to eat” she forced a smile up at him as she unbuttoned his jeans.

They probably wouldn’t see Lester for at least a week, he’d be to scared to face Vincent and to guilty to face Bo. He’d certainly blame himself for this. For Bo.

It wasn’t Lester’s fault, honest to god she, at least, didn’t blame him. But she knew at this moment Vincent sure did. But as she grabbed the hem of Bo’s jeans, trying to convince him to lean forward so she could tug them down for him (she really didn’t want to cut them up like his tank top), she wondered how Lester must’ve felt. He’d certainly gone back to his mini home on the outskirts of Ambrose.

He’d left with tears in his eyes and cracks in his voice. She imagined if she went to visit the trailer later on it would be in more disarray than usual. Pictures, clothes, anything on the tables thrown about in a frenzy. Lester didn’t really have a temper like Bo. Simply didn’t have the same rage as Bo. Lester had thrown tantrums before but they were never as violent as his brothers. More so just desperate attempts to wear himself out of his emotions. To just… get it out. It was just how he coped with things like this.

Lester couldn’t have known after all. Known that Bo would’ve gotten that drunk tonight, had one too many piss warm beers. Lester couldn’t have known that when Bo asked if ‘he still had any of those pills his friend had given him to help with sleeping’ that he would’ve taken more than two.

She couldn’t have imagined Bo knew what he was doing either. He was simply too proud to kill himself. To leave his brothers. It was what she’d first thought though when they’d all walked in on the scene, but once she had a moment of time to think about it, she’d guessed it was an accident. That he hadn’t meant to take nearly half of the baggy of pills. That he’d probably taken two, and- already in a drunken stupor, took two more when they hadn’t worked immediately, then continued from there until he’d passed out.

When they’d all come across the scene, Bo passed out on the couch, beer bottles littered across the coffee table they hadn’t really paused until Vincent noticed the bile and foam around Bo's mouth. Vincent hadn’t paused after that.

He’d sprung toward immediately, with a quickness she’d only ever seen him use when chasing victims. Vincent stood above him, grabbing Bo by his shirt and hauled him forward to sit up on the couch. Bo's body followed the movements limply. Vicnent only shook him twice before he threw Bo onto the floor forcing him on his side. He hit the floor with all his weight and a loud thud.

Vincent was on his knees beside him, by then her and Lester had rushed over, she’d kneeled on Bo’s other side holding his shoulder so he wouldn’t slump face first into the floor. Lester paced back and forth in front of them biting down on his finger.

At that moment Lester had looked around the living room desperately before his eyes landed on the familiar, now half empty, baggy of pills on the coffee table. At that Lester threw his face into his hands and sobbed crouching forward and continuing to pace back and forth.

Vincent hadn’t hesitated, as soon as Bo was on the ground he’d forced his index and middle finger down his twins throat scooping out whatever he could get ahold of then flicking his hand toward the floor to get the contents off his fingers.

She couldn’t help but to rub Bo’s shoulder in any sort of attempt to get him to gain consciousness once more. It was out of pure panic. She’d never seen him like this before, was…was this the first time this had happened?

Vincent moved quickly so his twins head rested on one of his knees while he shoved his fingers down his brothers throat again. Vincent’s knuckles touched Bo’s lips and for a moment nothing happened.

Both could barely make out Lester’s sobs of “sorry”’s and “I didn’t know”’s, it simply couldn’t be processed at that moment.

Then suddenly Bo gagged. At once Bo's body flinched as if trying to curl up, and suddenly he was spewing his guts up.

A mixture of beer and half digested liquid emptied his mouth, splattering across the wooden floor at once and he made a horrid wrenching noise as Vincent removed his fingers. Vincent held his brother's head carefully, angling it downward so Bo wouldn’t choke. After a few more wretches of vomit had come up Bo gasped shallowly. His eyes stayed closed and he was still limp.

With a sureness she hadn’t known Vincent had, he shoved his fingers once more down his brother's throat without pause, and the process continued once more.

Bo was dry heaving now, only gagging. He’d had nothing left to expel from his stomach and Vincent made sure of that.

She’d had to remove her hand from Bo’s back to place it on Vincent’s shoulder and attempt to calm the other twin now. Slowly Vincent realized he’d done all he could, and removed his hands slowly from his brother. When he did Vincent’s shoulders went limp and all they could do was listen to Bo as he swallowed and coughed weakly.

Bo slowly brought his legs up to his chest as his breath began to come back to him stronger now. Bo groaned then and Vincent placed his hand back onto Bo rubbing him in a comforting way.

“…Jesus” was all Bo could manage to croak out shallowly as his eyes slowly opened.

She smiled suddenly and grabbed at Bo, whispering reassurances to him even if he couldn’t make them out yet.

She hadn’t caught the look at first but when she sat up again she noticed. Vincent staring at Lester like she’d never seen before. Such a calloused look.

She didn’t understand at first until Lester began to tremble out. “I didn’t know, I-I didn’t… think he’d take that many” Lester shook where he stood, hands pulling at his cheeks. He looked as if he’d tumble down onto his knees any moment now. Vincent gently lowered his brother's head to the floor then stood up. He reached over to the coffee table and it was then she noticed the baggy of pills.

Vincent stomped over to his younger brother and Lester actually flinched away for a moment. She’d called out to Vincent but nothing deterred him. He loomed over Lester. Aggressively he shoved the bag into Lester’s hands, sending him back a step or two, and seethed.

“Get this outta my house” Vincent's voice was hoarse. It always was but it’d never sounded so… cruel, especially when directed to his younger brother.

She could hear Vincent gritting his teeth together from where she still sat next to Bo, now taking his head into her lap so he might rest for a minute.

“I-I’m sorry! I… I didn’t know he’d take’em all! I didn’t know!” Lester was sobbing desperately now, ringing the baggy between his hands. Vincent’s shoulders twitched.

“I said to get the FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE LESTER! BEFORE I FUCKIN’ KILL YA!” Vincent bellowed, clawing into Lester's shoulders and throwing him toward the door.

She’d flinched now. She’d never heard Vincent so much as raise his voice in all the time she’d spent at Ambrose. She grabbed onto Bo and watched silently, too afraid to dare interrupt them. Lester skitted against the floor and looked back from where he’d been thrown and just stared back at his brother, tears having been falling down his face the moment he’d realized what had happened to Bo.

Lester shook his head at Vincent silently, desperate for his older brother to just take it back, to tell him this wasn’t his fault, to realize Lester was sorry because he was. But Vincent didn’t, at that moment he had no comfort to give, and it was at that moment she’d realized it. Vincent and Bo, despite their differences, were once the same flesh and blood. Still were. Vincent had the same rage within him as Bo, and that was a horrifying thought.

It was when Vincent took a single step toward his younger brother that Lester realized he had to leave. Lester took a step back, then another, and he kept doing so until he was to the frame of the front door, and with panic in his eyes like none other, he ran out the door toward his truck.

Vincent heaved suddenly, as if holding his breath, and his hands were suddenly to his mask, nearly clawing it off his face but it stayed fit to him.

She felt Bo stir as he attempted to place his arms below himself to sit up but he was still weak, so she simply held him as they sat on the floor, both soaked in his spew.

Then suddenly, before she knew it, she’d spoken so gently to him. “Let’s get you cleaned up in the bathroom”

She’d managed his jeans off him without having to cut them off and for a moment she looked up at him. She wanted to ask why, why he’d done this.

His eyes were closed and both his hands clasped the edge of the tub keeping him upright, but still he swayed forward and back.

She stayed quiet instead.

Hauling his jeans from his ankles and setting them next to the rest of his clothes, she stood up in front of him now.

She would’ve taken his clothes off him before putting him into the tub but as soon as she’d managed to get him into the bathroom he’d began to pass out again, and in a panic she’d laid him down into the tub, made sure the water was at least luke warm (she didn’t want to put his body into shock, any more than it already was) and showered him down from there.

If it worked when he was in a drunken stupor then maybe it’d work for an overdose. She wasn’t sure, but it’s all she could do at that point.

Now though, she reached for the towel still around his shoulders and pulled it tight against his chest. Goosebumps raised against his flesh and she wanted to get him upstairs to his bed in a clean and warm pair of pyjama pants before he’d pass out again.

She let out a quiet sigh. “You ready to go up to bed now Bo?” She was quiet, worried she’d scare him if she talked any louder. He took a deep breath to register her words before he nodded slowly.

“Alrighty dear, let’s get you to bed” she positioned herself under one of his arms before slinging said arm over her shoulders and leaning his weight onto her. Slowly from there they stood together and while Bo was weak and it took nearly two minutes to just reach the bathroom door, he was still standing despite it all.

Managing to exit the bathroom the aftermath of Vincent’s rampage was evident, glass shards and spilled liquor leaked out of the kitchen's doorway.

Vincent had made sure all alcohol within the Sinclair home would be destroyed before he so much as faced Bo again.

At that moment Bo's knees buckled for a moment and they both dropped suddenly to the floor, but she’d made sure to brace herself and pull Bo onto her side so her knees would scrape the floor before his could, absorbing the impact. They sat there a moment in silence. She breathed quietly then looked up to Bo.

“ ‘m sorry” he slurred quietly into her ear. She wasn’t sure what it was at that moment but hearing him so quiet and gentle did something and it all suddenly hit her at once.

She lowered her head so he wouldn’t see as tears welled up suddenly in her eyes.

“Vincent?” Her voice cracked and it came out far too quiet for anyone to even hear. Readying herself again before she could change her mind she called out again making sure she was loud enough that no matter where he was in the house Vincent would hear her “Vincent!”,

And suddenly he emerged from the kitchen and quickly made his way to the two on the floor, drastically far more gentle than he’d been moments ago.

“Can… Can you help me get him to his room?” Her voice came, out of breath and tired. Vincent pressed his hand to his brother's shoulder pushing it back so he could face him. For a second he stared at Bo, his eyes nearly closed once again, his jaw slightly lax.

Then suddenly Vincent’s taking Bo’s arm under himself, pulling Bo to his feet, she follows to stand up and take Bo’s other arm to help support his weight but in a swift motion Vincent manages to kick Bo’s legs out from under him and with his free arm grabs them, holding his brother on his own, bridal style. Bo slowly wraps his arms around his brother's neck and rests his face against his own arm and Vincent's shoulder.

She almost wants to laugh once more but doesn’t, she only smiles fondly at the brothers.

They make their way to Bo’s room carefully, she follows behind the twins as they make their way up the stairs to make sure Vincent doesn’t slip. They manage their way down the upstairs hallway and it is up to her to open Bo’s bedroom door for the two.

She doesn’t bother turning the light on, only clears a path for Vincent to Bo’s bed. Her, kicking and tossing Bo’s dirty and unfolded clothes and cans to the side of the room. She reaches the bed first and pulls the unmade beds cover and sheets to one side so Vincent can place his brother down.

As he does Bo clings to him for a moment before Vincent’s removing Bo’s arms from around his neck like a child. She brings the covers up to Bo resting them just below his shoulders and as she does this Vincent is already leaving nearly out of the door now. She looks back at him as he leaves wondering how he can leave so quickly. But then again, she’s not his brother. Not his twin. Not his flesh, bone, and blood. She's not Vincent.

She turns back to Bo and he’s moved over to his side now. Any thought of attempting to dress him leaves her, he seems content enough and she doesn’t want to disturb him.

She brushes a few stray, damp locks out of his eyes and stares at him for a moment before she realises she should go back down stairs to clean up the glass, liquor, and vomit. Obviously periodically checking up on Bo. She resigns herself to it and turns to leave.

“[y/n]?” Bo’s voice is faint and if there was any other noise in the room she might’ve not heard it but she does, so she turns back to him at his bedside once more.

“Yes hun? You need anything?” His eyes are still closed and he gives no indication he even heard her but he continues. “Will… will ya lay with me a bit? I don’t feel good” he whines and her lips form a line as she tries to hold back the emotions his words cause her to feel before she sighs and smiles, even if he can’t see it.

“Of course hun”.

After grabbing the trash can in his room, setting it to his bedside, and finding a half full water bottle and placing it on his bedside table, she climbs carefully over him and lays behind him, his back to her.

She rubs his back and shoulders gently in the silence, trying to ease him,

And suddenly despite it all she can’t help but tell him.

“Bo? You know me and your brothers love you, right?” He doesn’t respond, and she assumes he’s far too out of it to understand what she said so she just continues to rub his back.

What she doesn’t know is that Bo bites his lip silently as he forces his eyes closed to let tears begin to fall down his cheeks silently. He then begins to shake.

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[12gaugefalls]

The Villain

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A/N: Now everyone listen to me when I say this, this isn't really a pairing, just certain Markiplier egos coming to a realization. It's gonna agnsty as hell and barely any comfort. This is also a song fic, the song being "The Villain" by John Michael Howell. It's a really good song, you should check it out.

Anyways let's get this party started!

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I always seemed to be

My own hero

Justified inside my mind

When you're the one in grieve

While I got zero

Pain on my side

I know it ain't right

It hadn't occurred to either of them when it all happened. Mark hadn't expected the lengths Celine would go to keep everything together or the fact Damien would follow her. In hindsight it seemed much clearer, but he can't change it now. Now Dark had lost quite a lot during that night at the manor, but this isn't what he thought would happen.

As Dark and Mark stood in front of a shattered reflection of DA and Wilford it seemed to make a lot more sense. DA's empty eyes screamed rejection to the two men in front of them. Wilford stood stagnant staring at his hands as he slowly realized what transpired that night, his face transforming from confusion to rage.

"I spent so long believing it was me who killed everyone.." Wilford's voice was dripping with venom as here looked up at the men. "But it wasn't! I spent so long believing I was The Villain! I was a victim. And so were they!" He points towards DA as tears stream down his face. "You left them to suffer alone in that God forsaken mirror and you.." Wilford's voice turned dark as he turned his attention to Mark. "You made them live so many lives and deal with so much death.." DA's reflection changed to one of them sobbing, and while neither Mark or Dark could hear them, it still hurt to watch.

"I'm sorry." Dark and Mark replied in sync. But the reaction they got from the DA wasn't one they expected, "You're sorry?! You should be sorry!! I died and when I was told I could come back by my best friends, I was left behind like some broken toy! And when I finally found another way out I was thrown from universe to universe and timeline to timeline just so someone could make something of themselves! I was used over and over! I trusted you!" The DA's voice sounded like multiple people talking at once, each one more angry than the last. "The only reprieve I got was when Wilford pulled me away from those stupid fucking loops! He was the only one who showed any mercy to me!" Their voice seemed to amplify as they screeched their last sentence at the men. "I LOST EVERYTHING!!"

The DA slowly delved into sobs and Wilford pulled them into a hug while gently rubbing circles into their back. "Gentlemen, I think it's finally time to part ways. I don't think either of us will want to see you anymore." Wilford's voice was soft and sounding more sane than Mark or Dark had heard in years. Wilford gently escorted DA anyway from the two, leaving behind broken and saddened men.

It seems Dark and Mark finally realized who the villains of these stories were.

Too bad it had to be them.

The only villain here

Is me

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A/N: I'm so sorry it's so short but Tumblr threw most of it into the void. So I had to rewrite but ive been awake since 1:30 am so.. I'm tired. Also I'm sorry for the angst it wasn't very nice of me 🤭 but I hope it's still good! I hope you all have a wonderful day/night and drink plenty of water please and thank you! Byeee!

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[small-sinclair]

Please repost so more people can vote! Thank you!

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[leobashi]

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(I’m going with mermaid!Scheep meeting Nach!Scheep.)

A Schneep based on this screenshot of Keith

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[10ths-writing-corner]

Day #2- Nowhere to Run

“If you only let me explain…”

Of course, the magician was cut off of his sentence as he had been for the past ten minutes. His hands sat in front of him, shackled. He did his best to stay still, since every little movement would only cause the iron bounds to tighten ever so slightly. Who would’ve thought he would been wearing the very same shackles he had created to protect the people of the circle…

“Silence! Nothing you say will erase your mistakes. The evidence is far greater than whatever you have to offer!” The man in the middle shouted, slamming his staff to silence him.

“There’s nothing to explain, it is clear as day what happened.” The woman to the right spoke next, her emerald eyes glared at Marvin, her gaze almost piercing through his very soul. It almost felt as if a boulder was being placed on his shoulders and he was being crushed slowly. “He felt jealous towards Mr. Jackson’s success. He build IRIS after all…”

“THAT IS NOT TRUE!” Marvin screamed, throwing himself at the three judges. What Marvin wasn’t expecting was to slam himself with an electrified field. The shock sent him flying backwards, a groan shooting from his mouth when he landed on his back. They had him caged too? His eyes close shut, but even then all he could see was Jameson’s terrified expression while he called for him. While he asked for his help… before being taken away…

Tears soon slide down his temple, getting lost in his vibrant mint chocolate hair. “I did not kill him…” Marvin whispered.

“That tome was off limits and forgotten for a reason. It was lost for a reason!” The man with the staff resumed. “Mr. Jackson created these rules for a reason, and you have always been one to break them, despite being a founder of the circle. You use your magic in a disgraceful way, for what? To entertain? To pull magic tricks?”

After catching his breath Marvin manages to sit. They always saw him as the weak link, his tittle didn’t matter. The only person that believed in him was Jameson and now he’s…

“Without me, the circle falls apart…”

“No, without you, the circle will rise.” The woman spoke once more. “You have nowhere to run, Marvin. You will pay for your crimes.”

The judge to the left had been quiet the entire trail, until now. Their cloak covered their features, though Marvin could tell by the way they rose from their chair the held a very delicate manner. The other two judges quiet and sat down, letting them speak. “Marvin…” Their voice was soft. “By the evidence we’ve gather, we find you guilty and charge you with treason for the murder for Jameson Jackson, founder of IRIS. We have no other choice but to sentence you to death.”

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[fluffy-little-demon]

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Thank you so much lovely i'mma definitely need it 💕

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[stat1cstarz]

Part 1 of the mermaid Au is out! It’s on my Masterlist!

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