You wish this was you, huh? ( slasher headcanons & oneshots )

Vincent Sinclair fluff

A Vincent Sinclair oneshot because yes Vincent =🧎🏾‍♀️🛐🥰☺️😚

Bo and Lester had gone out to a bar outside of town to get a little fresh air,  leaving you and Vincent by yourselves in the house. Vincent had been much to shy to go out with them and you couldn't stand the sight of leaving him here by himself.

Vincent had straightened the house as to kill time, wiping down the kitchen like a housewife. "Vincent!" You yelled out his hand from your bedroom, poisoning him to come to you. He opened the door, walking over to you.

"Come here." You say,  his body language revealing his nervousness.
He sat down on the bed, his hands held close together.

You scoot towards Vincent, making his heart race. You run your hands through his long black hair, "Can I brush your hair?" You ask, Vincent nodding in compliance. He grabs your hand, pulling gently as a sign for you to stand up.

He brings you to the bathroom, opening the cabinet to grab a giant square shaped dark blue hairbrush.

He handed it to you, a smile forming on your face. "Alright come on." You say, bringing him downstairs to the living room. You sat on the couch,  brushing through his long shiny hair.

He had the mane of a stallion. It was absolutely gorgeous. And it smelled beautiful. Whatever he was doing with his hair, he needs to keep doing it.

Vincent leaned against you,  his arms wrapping around your torso. You lean in, once again smelling his god-like hair. He was much too tired from cleaning the entire house earlier.

You realize now that he'd fallen asleep in the middle of you bridging his hair. Vincent had completely leaned, now sleeping on your lap. "Aww." You say,  rubbing his head.

He was too cute when sleeping, leaving nothing to but join him.