"What up! I'm back from rocking out with my cock out!" I called out into the house. "(Y/n) get back out here and help me with these damn groceries!" Bo calls for me and I roll my eyes. "Ugh fine!" I start walking back into the driveway and see Bo unloading the bags. "Did you really need all this stuff?" He asks me and I nod. "Totally!" I smile and bend down to pick up a bag off the ground. "Vincent get out here and help us!" Bo calls out. "Isn't he working on some project?" I ask loading about 4 bags in the crooks of each my arms. "Give em a minute." "Are you still mad about what happened in the store?" I ask as we bring the bags into the kitchen. "A cashier asked you about the bruises on your neck and you said and I quote 'oh it's nothing we just like it a little rough in the bed.'" Bo glares at me. "Yes I'm still mad." We walk back out and I load more bags into my arms. "Well what did you want me to say. 'Yeah I'm being held against my will in a town where everybody is a dead wax sculpture and the man you see next to me? Yeah he tried to kill me twice. Second time he almost did.'" I say using my bimbo social voice.

"Shut up." Bo mumbles. Turning back to the house I see Vincent coming out wearing an artist apron. "Hey Vincent! Mind giving me a hand?" I wave. With a nod Vincent walks over and takes the bags from my arms. "Thanks sugar." I smile as Vincent walks into the house. "Stop torturing him like that." Bo says handing me my makeup bag and the last grocery bag. Looking at Bo I tilt my head. "What do you mean?" "Calling him sugar, the dancing in the kitchen. You're gonna make him have a heart attack." Bo chuckles at me. "I call people that haven't tried to kill me sugar, hun, and darlin. You just jealous I don't have a name for you Bo?" I smile sweetly and turn my back flipping him off. "Hope you boys like meatloaf!" I beam setting the bags on the counter. Vincent nodded excitedly. "Ok I got one rule though. When I'm cooking everyone out the kitchen. Vincent I'm pretty sure you understand as an artist." I explain. Vincent hums in agreement. Bo looks over at me. "I'm not leaving you in the room with the knives." "Then go sit in the living room." I state as I pull an apron out of one of the bags. "This is my house I can be wherever I damn well please." Bo starts to get visibly pissed of and I nod looking away. "Hmm ok." I say unbuttoning my top two buttons. "Hey Vincent wanna know what we did today?" I ask grabbing a dishcloth to wash off the foundation on my neck. "Fine! Fuck! I'll sit in the living room!" Bo shouts angrily before stomping into the living room. I laughed and put on the apron. "Hey Vince, I got you something. It's in the bag in the middle of the table." I whisper. Tilting his head Vincent points at himself. "Yes for you. Now go on." Hesitantly the masked man walks over and digs through the bag. Pulling out a small brown paper bag he looks at me as if to ask if it was it. "Open it." I smile as I put food away. Slowly opening the paper bag Vincent reached in and shuffles his hand around. Almost immediately he pulled out a large snickerdoodle. "You struck me as snickerdoodle type of guy." I smile and Vincent looks from the large cookie to me. "Thank you." He whispered. "No problem. Now go on, I got a dinner to make.

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3rd person pov

"I'm home." Lester said opening the door. The 5'7", filthy, roadkill clearing man paused as the smell of food filled his nostrils. (Y/n) came walking out the kitchen brushing their hands of on their apron. "Hey Lester! You're just in time, meat loaf just came out the oven. Now go head and wash up. I'll get your brothers." Lester just stared in amazement at the woman infront of him. "Well, go on. Go get yourself cleaned up." (Y/n) said waving their hands. "Scoot. Scoot." Shaking back to this reality Lester nodded and went off. "Bo! Vincent! Dinners done! Wash your hands and get in here!" "I'm right here you don't have to shout!" Bo calls back from the couch. "Aw I'm sorry to wake you your highness." (Y/n) smirked as they settle plates around the table. "Go wash your hands." The young person orders. "Fine." Bo headed off to the upstairs bathroom. "Vincent! Come on! Wash the material of your ha-Aaah!!" (Y/n) jumped as she turned to see Vincent standing very close behind them. "Jesus!" (Y/n) held their chest and caught their breath. "Vincent, honey, don't sneak up on me like that. Had too many scares for that." She chuckled as Vincent looked at them. "Wash your hands and let's get started." "(Y/n)!!" Bo shouted making her smile. "That took a little longer than I thought it would." (Y/n) smiled trying to hold back their laughter.

Bo came stomping down the stairs and Vincent finally saw what he was upset about. On Bo's face was a marker mustache, unibrow, and a dick drawn on his forehead. (Y/n) not wanting to be choked out again hid behind Vincent. Even Vincent had to try and contain their laughter.

Reader's pov

"What the fuck?!" Bo shouts. I started laughing my ass off while I hid behind the masked twin. "Where'd you get the marker?!" Bo started going off and I just laughed and rolled my eyes as he kept going. Something about how I should be grateful he took me to the store. Getting my makeup bag off the counter I pull out a makeup wipe and my eyeliner. "Eyeliner not marker." I smile. "Here." I motion for him to come over to me. The two twins look at eachother then at me. "You want it off your face or not?" I ask as Lester enters the kitchen. "Whats all the yelling abou-HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Lester busted out laughing when he saw what I had drawn on Bo's face. I tried too keep my mouth shut but smiled like a kid who just put a whoopee cushion under their dad's seat as I walked over to Bo. "Here." I chuckle and raise the makup wipe in my hand. Bo snatched it out my hand and started scrubbing his face. "Well now that that's over, everyone sit down to eat." I smiled and let everyone see the dinner I had prepared. A large meatloaf, mashed cheesey potatoes, Creamed corn, and to drink 2 bottles of sparkling cider. The boys all stared in awe at the table. Even Bo didn't have anything to say as he finished cleaning off his face. "Eat up." I smile.