#lester sinclair scenario

[suvidrache]

an unforgettable night

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Word Count: 912 / Read it on AO3 | masterlist

Summary: lester and y/n go on a date.

You looked around as you drove slowly through the countryside. You had no idea where you were going or how you had wound up here. Actually, you had wanted a detour to avoid the city. To avoid the people and one wrong turn, and here you were. A place unfamiliar to you. The GPS didn't help. It was a place unrecognized. You thought the country would be a quicker route than through the city. You should have turned back when you did. You shouldn't have continued on, and yet, there was something that made you feel like you should keep going. You looked around as your vehicle crept slowly down the bumpy and dusty road. Finally, you reached the pavement. However, you were out of gas. There was a man sitting in the bed of his truck watching something. You weren't sure what, but when your car died, his attention turned to you. You were already afraid before you had arrived here and now a strange man is just sitting in his truck with a dog. His feet touched the ground, and he began to make his way over to you. You quickly locked your doors, but with no battery, you wouldn't be able to roll down your window. You breathed in slowly and got out of your car.

"Hello, I'm Lester." He said, smiling as he reached his hand out to you.

You took his hand and introduced yourself.

"Sorry about the smell. I clean the streets up."

"It's alright, it doesn't bother me." You lied. You only wanted him to feel better. "Do you know anyone around here?"

"Yeah, I know a couple of people."

"My car, it ran out of gas."

"I don't have a phone on me, but I could take you to the nearest one or the hotel?"

"A hotel would be fine. There's not a lot of crime out here? I wouldn't want my car to be attacked while I'm away."

"It'll be alright, I promise." He said, smiling as he opened the door to his truck.

You climbed in and sat looking out the window as Lester got in, started up his truck, and dropped you off at the nearest hotel. A seemingly abandoned place like most of the places in this town. You stepped carefully into the hotel, looking around, seeing nothing but people and dust. The people never moved nor spoke when you walked up to them. You looked around. There wasn't anyone with you. You reached a shaky hand out to the man and touched his face. No response. His face felt almost like wax. You went back to the doors that you entered through, and Lester was gone. You went back to the counter, knowing there was no one to stop you. You picked up the phone and typed in a number. Nothing. You tried again and again. The phone didn't work. You traced the cord back to the wall where it was plugged into. You looked up, and the lights weren't on. You made quick work to find the light switch and flick the lights on. They didn't work either. You breathed in and out slowly, hoping Lester would come back for you. He was the only one in this town, and he wasn't bad looking. You made your way slowly around the hotel, exploring every single room there was. When night came, you made your way to a room and laid down after locking the door and fell asleep.

By the next morning, your car had been dropped off outside the hotel. You could only assume that it was Lester. No one else seemed to be around here. You could have left and gone home, but you stayed, wanting to know more. Wanting another chance to see Lester again.

You got exactly what you wanted. You stayed, and you got to know Lester a little better. You also learned about the city and how it was, in fact, abandoned.

You were wearing your nicest outfit, as was Lester. He had showered and offered to take you in his truck, but you offered yours up instead. He was fine with that, but he could drive you if you wanted. Which you were fine with. For your date, you both agreed to go to the movies. You weren't sure what movies there were, not that it really mattered, considering he could just change the movie if you wanted him to. You were fine with whatever decided to show up. Together, the both of you sat, silent at first, but eventually, the both of you would talk from time to time.

The both of you had gone out to eat at a restaurant earlier, and your date was coming to an end. You had enjoyed every moment of it.

You stood on the steps of the hotel, looking at Lester.

"Thank you for the date. I enjoyed it."

"So did I. Would you like to go on another one?" He asked, looking up at you.

"Yes, I would."

He started to move closer, but stopped himself. He turned around and began to head back to his truck. Your hand touched his arm, and he stopped. You hugged him, and your lips met for a moment before you both turned and left. You smiled happily, and your cheeks felt hot as you walked into the hotel. A feeling of butterflies in your stomach as you headed up to your room. An unforgettable night.

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[urfavchaotichotmess]

baking homemade banana muffins with Lester Sinclair would be the most chaotic thing. from lost measuring cups and him acting like a messy toddler just going in and CHOMPING on a banana with the peel on it still.

“wait how come we can’t just turn it all the way up so it could cook faster?” - Lester

“it doesn’t work that way, love” - y/n

he’d definitely be the one to start a food fight just to see you laugh. the clean up would be a BITCH though. they’d come out tasting like too much baking powder and overly sweet but it was a fun moment for the two of you. now baking once a week has become a thing for the both of yoh.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | first meeting (part 2)

♡ fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Black Christmas, Scream (kinda)/ Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Jason Vorhees, Bo Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; Billy Lenz, mentions of violence and general slasher activity, kidnapping, stalking

♡ notes; i didn’t include Bubba last time, so i slipped him in with the pt 2 team :v

also for ghostface i went with Danny over Billy + Stu, just because i’m more comfortable writing older characters tbh. and he’s very attractive to me. maybe i can do a college au fic of them in the future?

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Jason Vorhees

> you were lost

> utterly, hopelessly lost without a map, compass, or even your backpack

> you were out camping with a couple of new friends when you wandered off to pick flowers

> well, acquaintances more like- they weren’t particularly nice to you, but you knew one from your home town

> before you knew the sun was starting to set and you had no clue which way to go

> you’re kicking yourself for being so dumb but try to make the best of it, continuing to collect flowers and pretty rocks

> soon enough you find yourself on the edge of a lake

> that couldn’t have been good- there weren’t any lakes near the campsite at all

> maybe this was that old summer camp they’d mentioned?

> either way you turn around and try your best to retrace your steps

> but even with a full moon it’s just too dark and too dense and you’re exhausted

> holding in tears, you find a small meadow and finally sit to rest

> you’re still sniffling and rubbing your eyes when someone walks up to you

> you were so oblivious that Jason was able to get a few feet in front of you before you noticed

> he seems…perplexed to find you there

> he thought he’d gotten all of the campers

> and you didn’t really look like you belonged with those fornicators

> (or at least that’s what he told himself to justify leaving you alive)

> he’s holding his machete and soaked with your companions’ blood, but you don’t seem to notice

> ��…can you take me back to my friends?”

> well he most certainly cannot do that, not if he wants you to like him- though he’s not sure why that matters

> he’s still staring so you, exhausted, do the only thing you can think to

> “…do you want a flower? I picked a lot”

> he’s delighted and takes it before finally gesturing for you to follow him

> you can’t keep up, so eventually he picks you up

> and like that you’re nearly dozing off

> you don’t even notice he’s taking you back the way you came from

> and he’s glad- he wasn’t going to give you much of an option anyway

Bo Sinclair

> single travelers are so much easier to deal with

> so when Lester gives him the call that some college kid was stuck on the road, he’s eager for an easy catch

> you take your sweet ass time getting to the station- even though Lester drove you most of the way you let him drop you off just outside of town

> the smell of the truck was really getting to you, and you’re happy to let the dog lead you

> when he strides out you’re cooing over Jonesy and giving her a belly rub for her troubles

> he’s seen his fair share of attractive victims

> men, women, and folks that didn’t fit either category

> and he’s slept with most of them

> but you… there’s something extra special about you

> he decides right there he’s not taking care of you without at least getting a taste

> you’re not too impressed by his flirting- or at least you try and act like it

> but he catches your pink cheeks and quiet giggles as he takes you on a walk

> because of course he’s got the part down the road at his place

> by the time you get there he’s decided he’s marrying you - or maybe keeping you tied up, beggars can’t be choosers

> he’s impulsive but he’s never wanted to keep anyone before

> “hey sugar-“ god your face heats up just hearing him call you that “turns out I don’t have that part you need. It should be in by tomorrow, if you can stay the night?”

> you say yes before you can think critically- he’s good at getting folks wrapped around his finger like that

> “Good. Cause I’m just dying to show you some real southern hospitality…”

Danny Johnson

> he knows you long before you know him

> he’s a natural nosy guy- he’s a journalist after all

> and a serial killer, of course stalking is on his to do list

> originally you were going to be a victim

> you’d make a good story, a young person taken tragically early

> but you were too cute to die just yet- he had to at least meet you, just once

> if you were a dick no one would say anything nice for your article, right?

> so he just happens to bump into you outside your work one day

> literally bump

> when you spill coffee all over yourself he smoothly apologizes and offers to help clean you up

> “What a mess- I’m so sorry sweets. Let me take care of all this”

> and you fall for it, hook line and sinker

> he’s a handsome guy, he’s used to that but he’s smug anyways

> he gives you a spare shirt of his, though you still skip work

> he buys you another coffee and you sit in his car chatting

> you’re innocent enough to trust him like that- to get in a vehicle with a strange man?

> a strange man that’d been stalking you, no less

> it’s adorable- if he wasn’t so attached he could kill you right there

> but you’re just so damn sweet, and genuine

> and you’re so fascinated by these Ghost Face killings…

> maybe you’re worth keeping around for a bit

> just a bit

> that’s what he says to himself anyways

> when you meet him as Ghost Face, it’s after you’ve already got him all figured out

> and he’s lucky that you like a bad boy

Billy Lenz

> it’s a given that you first meet him over the phone

> you’re renting out a spare room from Mrs Mac, not in the sorority but a good enough tenant that she keeps you around

> you get along well with the girls and cook them meals, run study sessions and help clean

> it’s almost parental at times, even if you’re not far off in age

> Billy hates you at first, for taking such good care of ‘filthy piggy whores’

> he tells you just as much over the phone, but you’re not bothered

> you never seem to be bothered by his calls

> and that pisses him off more

> but you’re so so cute… it quickly becomes an obsession

> he’s in your walls constantly, watching you

> and the calls from the moaner start coming more and more frequently at times you’re home alone

> one day you just start giggling at him, tipsy “you know, you scare the girls,”

> “good i—“

> “but your voice is sooo nice. that’s why i pick up so much”

> you didn’t mean to confess that , and you hope he takes it as an awkward joke

> when he hangs up you think that maybe he did take it that way

> its not until late that night that you realize that he knew he was sincere

> before you can register that there’s anything wrong he’s covering your mouth and pinning you to your bed

> “hi there, baby doll,”

> his grin gets huge when your still horrified face goes bright red

> he always knew you were perfect

Bubba Sawyer

> you pick up Nubbins hitchhiking one day, and he’s just dumbfounded by you

> you’re nonplussed by his rambling and you don’t squirm at his yucky pictures. you don’t even kick him out, just drop him off at the gas station.

> you’re not really his type, but you’re fascinating

> he’s gotta get you home to meet his brothers

> so he pops your tires when you go inside- all four

> when you come back out Drayton is cursing him out and smacking him upside the head

> he makes him take you back to the house to rest up while he gets you tires

> of course he intends for Bubba to kill you

> but Nubbins doesn’t pass the message along, because he’s Nubbins

> “Here Bubba! I made us a new friend!”

> you shyly greet him, but he’s an oddly calming presence

> let’s be honest you’ve gotta be okay with a lot fast to like the Sawyers

> so maybe you’re just in denial about the material

> but you tell him you like his mask- and you do

> he obviously worked really hard on getting the makeup just right- and it compliments his suit

> he stares at you a long while before taking your hand and giving you a grand tour

> well, more a tour of his favorite spots

> the chicken coup, a patch of wildflowers out back, and his room full of trinkets collected from victims

> you’re strangely enamored by this big, quiet man

> and you don’t get the sense you’re allowed to leave

> especially when Drayton comes home and goes on and on about witnesses

> but you didn’t really even have an end goal in mind on your road trip anyways

> and now you’ve got Bubba to protect you

> maybe it’s not so bad, stuck with those weirdos

[teeramoonlover]

This got me thinking.

Billy Loomis, Stu Macher/William Afton, and Bo Sinclair as they grew older, at some point they need someone from their own flesh and blood to continue their legacy, right?

So yeah those three gonna build one big happy family with reader, and their kids gonna be a bunch of satan's spawn but only being lovely to their own mom/dad/guardian.

And ofc in this case, those three lovely slashers ain't dead in these scenario.

Billy Loomis

As we all know, Samantha Carpenter is the infamous daughter of Billy Loomis. But what if Billy Loomis actually have another kid from the reader? I'm gonna assume this guy gonna be his son.

(My pov) His son definitely will hunt and kill the Ghostface, who dare to be like his dad. In his mind, he was like 'my dad and his friend are the only Ghostface, no one's gotta be like him. And it will stay that way'. So to ease his bloodlust, instead of killing innocents, why not just kill these Ghostface rookies. It's like they're asking for it, didn't they?

Not surprised to see he loves horror movies, maybe get inspiration from crime documentaries. High chance he is the mastermind and have many ways to lure those new Ghostface to him. Tempting to torture them like John Kramer did to his victims.

Oh and if his dad has mommy issue, bro got a whole daddy issues coming in. Like father, like son

Cast (Son): Benjamin Wadsworth

Born: 1997

Stu Macher/William Afton

If Stu Macher had a kid, ya bet his children gonna be a goofball like him? Wrong. In fact (from my pov), his son gonna double up from Stu's inner psychotic tendency in him. More aggressive, more violent and more unhinged. His son knew to embrace madness.

If Stu Macher become a killer because of peer pressure, this kid just pure psycho. Instead of being a friendly social butterfly or party king like his dad, he's the appitome of school's bad boy type of thing. It's either being mean or meanest.

Don't let me start on him becoming Micheal Afton.

If he gets proper love from his mom/guardian, he gonna be a big softie and overprotective (possessive) to his love ones. Gonna be hella toxic. He can be good, only with his mom/guardian, but to someone else? Rarely occasion.

Cast (Son): Drew Starkey

Born: 1996

Bo Sinclair

Ok first of all we all know, BO SINCLAIR IS A BEAST IN BED (rip reader's cunt/rim hole) and when he knew reader is pregnant, he was worried he might not be a good father figure to his kid until their first child born. Things change. Seeing his son's big blue eyes, like him, stir something in him. The Sinclair Jr made him soft. So ofc, Bo becomes bold and wants another child cuz he doesn't want his son to be lonely.

It's to be expected. To be apart of the Sinclair, they would eventually have twins sooner or later. Thank god both their son's head still intact in one piece. On the other hand, his three sons grew handsomely and receive motherly love from the reader.

The eldest, have a nasty tempered like his dad. You got on his way, he'll beat the shit out of you. He only be really nice to someone he care most, like his mama dearest. Always goes to church with his dad to see his grandma and help him in the garage.

The twins - The first twin (middle child) definitely got the charm from his dad. Knows how to be a sweetheart to ladies, but can be deadly once he hunt them for his uncle's sculpture. Most likely helping Vincent to build the museum. Might as well make an art museum next door too.

The second gonna be a rebellion, daredevil (youngest child) Well, not like strapping him to the chair. No no, mama won't like that. He loves adventure so definitely follow uncle Lester from town to town. He likes hunting, depends whether the prey will be animals or people. He can be nice. Charming too. Gonna be good friends with Stu's son, probably.

Cast (Sons): Eldest - Bill Skarsgård, Middle - Harris Dickinson, Youngest - Rudeth Pankow

Born: Eldest - 1994, Twins - 1996

Yep, one big chaotic, happy family indeed.

[b-00-biez]

"Slashers incorrect quotes!"

Y/n: so what do you say when you feel sad?

Brahms: I may have depression but at least I have bitches

Brahms fans SCREAMING IN SIMP

Playing cards against humanity

Jason Vorhees: Blank is the best sex toy

Brahms: a toothbrush

Lester: a cucumber

Bo sinclair: ...your mom.

Rip bo in loving memory of his stupid ass.

Y/n sends nudes

Michael:👍

Y/n: Bruh not even a compliment?

Michael:👍

Y/n: Shhh my boyfriend is in the shower and I wanna surprise him~

Y/n pulling the shower curtain

Brahms: What the?

Y/n smacks his ass

Brahms: AAAAAAAAAAAAA

Y/n: Uwu im sowwy daddy, Ive been naughty please punish me

Michael silently judging

Vincent,making a mistake in his artwork: Ah fuck me!

Y/n singing: If you gave me a chance i would take it!

Y/n: It's like I'm married to a child!

Brahms: Watch what you say Y/n cause if im a child then what does that make you? a pedophile and ill be damned if im going to stay here and be lectured by a pervert

Bo and Y/n getting ready to fuck

Bo inserting his dick: ah fuck!

Y/n: Your card has declined

Bo:...what the fuck?

Y/n: Awww brahms malcohm is overworking himself I think he should take a break!

Brahms:Yeah i hope he does

Brahms: sorry typo *dies

Thomas just existing:

Y/n: This man is so fine! He makes me wanna *dies in simp*

Pennywise: You're so short

Chucky: And your forehead isn't.

Thomas being insecure

Y/n: What do you mean? Give me some honey butter cause your rolls are looking delicious!

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[charliedawn]

Hey Charlie! Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if it's possible to get 'when they realize they like you' scenario (similar to the one you did with the other Slashers a while ago) with Sinclair Brothers (separate), Jack and Ghostface? No worries if not

I listened to Family Line of Conan Gray while writing this. I'd suggest you listen to it—especially for the Sinclair brothers. Hope you'll like it. 😉

Lester Sinclair :

Lester knew there was something special about you from the start. He had never seen someone like you before. You dressed so pretty and wore lots of pearls. You looked like a princess and the first time he saw you—he was speechless.

He had no choice but bring your group to Ambrose, but he did stick around. He wanted to talk to you, get closer to you...You were just so pretty.

And everything was going fine...until you started suspecting his brothers of killing your friends. When the chase began, he was supposed to leave. He knew as much. But, the moment he was about to get into his car...he heard you scream.

He stopped dead in his tracks and raised his eyes towards the sky. He then shook his head and cursed loudly before running towards the scream.

He spotted you as you were about to be stabbed by Bo and suddenly, his blood boiled. He felt like liquid courage ran through his veins as he approached Bo and knocked him out with the back of a shovel.

Your eyes widened and you were so pretty...all covered in blood and your pretty pearls darkened red. He shook his head and took your hand. You started running back towards his truck.

He then opened the door and shoved you inside.

"Go. And don't come back, a'right darlin' ?", he told you and looked back to see Bo running towards the both of you with fire in his eyes.

"LESTER ! YOU COME BACK HERE, YA HEAR ?!"

His heart quickened and you could see he was scared. You grabbed his hand and his eyes widened as he looked back at you.

"Come with me.", you pleaded—but Lester offered you an apologetic smile.

"I can't. They ma brothers."

Your eyes watered as you suddenly leaned towards him and kissed him on the lips. Lester was taken aback, but he responded with passion. It was his first kiss...probably his last.

When you pulled away, you smiled at him and couldn't hold back your tears.

"Goodbye, Lester."

He smiled back and replied.

"Goodbye, pretty'."

You then drove away and tried not to look back. Lester closed his eyes and took a deep breath before turning around—falling face to face with Bo. He thought he would kill him for letting you go, but Bo seemed more dumbfounded than anything else...

"You...", Bo started and Lester gave him a sad smile.

"Bo...I think I just I fell in love."

Bo didn't say anything and Lester chuckled to himself as he looked at the pearl in his hand with a wistful smile. Maybe some other time, if you were two different people...He would have bought you pretty dresses, pearls and diamonds...But, that wasn't the story.

"She was such a pretty pearl too..."

Bo Sinclair :

Bo didn't believe in love or feelings. He had watched his parents bicker all the time, they didn't even like him. Love was just something you told kids to make them believe in a better future. But, he never had a future to begin with.

"Love is for wussies.", he once told you and you frowned as you looked at him.

"Love is beautiful.", you protested.

"Love is fuckin' stupid.", he shot back.

"Love is a gift.", you countered.

"Love isn't real.", he said with finality before looking at his scarred wrists. "I should know. I watched it die."

Your eyes softened as you saw the sadness in his eyes. Bo had been the reason for his parents' split up—or so he had always told himself. From the moment Vincent and him were born, he had never seen his parents share one single moment of tenderness. His mother hated him. His father thought that a stick was better education than anything else. He had learned at a young age that nothing was definite and that love was bullsh*t. So, why should he believe in it ?

You sighed and crouched in front of him to look him in the eyes and gently took his hands. You then pressed them against your cheeks and smiled.

"Well...I sure do hope you'll change your mind.", you said. He frowned before tilting his head quizzically at you.

"Yeah ? Why's that ?"

You looked down at the floor sheepishly and mumbled.

"Well...I guess you could say it would make me feel better to know that I won this argument."

His eyes widened and he burst out laughing.

"Oh ! I see ! You some kind of sore loser, ain't ya ?!"

You sent him a dark glare and crossed your arms over your chest.

"Shut up ! I ain't !"

He raised a skeptical eyebrow at you before giving you an amused smirk.

"Huh-huh. Real convincing."

Your cheeks burnt bright red at his teasing and you punched his shoulder.

"Oh yeah ! As if ya any better, you damn hillbilly ?!"

He pretended to get offended and gasped dramatically before pressing his hand flat over his chest.

"Whatdya jus' call me, miss/mister fancy pants ?!"

At the end, you looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds and burst out laughing together. You sat down next to him and rested your head on his shoulder.

"...Ya know what, Bo ?", you asked while your eyelids felt heavy.

"Hmm ?"

He looked down at you and saw you smiling up at him.

"I genuinely think you deserve to be happy..."

He didn't answer and you kelt smiling to yourself. You knew he didn't believe it. But, maybe by repeating it over and over, it'd get into his head eventually ?

"Goodnight, Bo. Love ya.", you said absent-mindedly and didn't feel him tense against you. For a moment, silence settled around you. And it was only when he way sure that you were asleep that he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and smiled.

"Yeah. Goodnight, darlin'. Love ya too."

Vincent Sinclair :

"..."

You felt dizzy. What was in that cup that weird mechanic gave you ? You blinked several times before looking up and found a masked figure standing above you.

"...An angel.", you muttered dreamily and smiled as you slowly raised your hands to the angel's face. But, he seemed to avoid your touch as he grabbed your hands firmly and refused to let you touch him.

You pouted and whined—surely under the influence of some kind of drug.

"Sorry, angel. Just thought you were so pretty...Couldn't help myself."

Vince tilted his head quizzically at you. Bo must have given you way too much sleeping pills. You were completely out of it, and he refused to wax you unless you were in perfect shape. He sat down and looked at his hands—fidgeting and looking around nervously. He didn't know how much time it would take until you'd finally snap out of it.

However, the way you were staring at him made him self-conscious for some reason.

Suddenly, you giggled and shook your head left and right while staring at the ceiling.

"...You're not a big talker, are you angel ?"

Vince unsurprisingly didn't answer as he watched you intently and wondered if he should strap you to the table. But then, you let out a deep sigh and kept talking.

"But, I bet you're a very good listener. And since we're both trapped in here for now...My name is Y/N. I'm Y/A. And I love (flavor) ice-cream and puppies. Oh ! And I absolutely LOVE horror movies ! We should go watch one together some day, right angel ?"

The angel didn't answer. Vince was starting to actually question your sanity. Were you damaged goods ?

He grabbed his camera and decided to take a couple of picture before finishing you off.

He took a couple of pictures, but something irked him...You were smiling. In every single shot. None of the other victims had ever smiled during his photo sessions before.

"Should I strike a pose ?", you offered with a teasing smile and laughed at his dumbfounded expression.

You were a talker. But, Vincent didn't particularly mind. He glanced one last time at you before climbing up the stairs. He then crossed Bo in the corridor and asked how much time it would take for the drug's effects to end.

But, Bo frowned in incomprehension as he replied.

"Whatya talkin' about ? The drug wore off at least half an hour ago..."

They both paused for a moment before they seemed to realize the same thing at the same moment.

"Sh*t !", Bo shouted before running down the stairs—followed closely by Vincent.

When they arrived downstairs, you weren't there anymore and only the camera remained on the table. Vince picked it up while Bo ran back upstairs to hunt you down.

Vince saw that you had taken one more picture.

One when you were winking and beamed even brighter than on any of the other photos. It made him blush under his mask and he quickly got upstairs to develop the photos.

Not that he intended to keep that last one above his bed...

Jack Torrance :

Jack has panic attacks. He may be a ghost, but his memories come to haunt him. He sometimes has trouble recognizing his surroundings, or remember in what era he is. He sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night and screams.

"NO ! COME BACK !"

He would yell for the ghosts of his past to come back, and nobody knew how to help him...until you arrived at the hotel.

At first, you were supposed to be just another unfortunate victim, but all that was quickly forgotten when Jack found out you seemed to be the answer to his problems. He had one of his episodes and you didn't hesitate before running to his aid, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him tight.

"Ssh...It's alright. It's alright."

You'd soothe him and it'd help him focus back to reality. It'd end with him deciding you might not be worth killing. He of course warned the other ghosts who didn't dare disobey him and you soon became a permanent resident in the hotel.

You'd help Jack with his night terrors, and he'd keep you alive.

It was more than a fair deal. He even started writing about you and unconsciously smiled to himself as he took you as his muse. But then, his smile dropped as he realized just how attached he had become to you.

He looked up at you from his typewriter and saw you hum to yourself while reading a book. It was innocent and it shouldn't make him feel the way it did, but his heart still skipped a beat.

...Sh*t.

Ghostface (In my AU, Eddie Munson is one of the Ghostfaces. I think you can guess the others. 😇)

Eddie and yourself had been friends since you were in middle school. You had heard rumors of course, but you didn't believe them. You knew deep down that Eddie was a good boy—or so you thought.

"Tell me...What is you favorite scary movie ?"

You heard someone say on the phone and frowned. Weird...You were about to answer when you heard noises coming from your kitchen. You hang up and slowly made your way to the kitchen and once inside, you found someone looking inside your fridge.

Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed a knife.

"SHOW YOURSELF !"

The man immediately stilled and raised his hands in the air. When he finally lifted his head up, you saw Eddie with a piece of pizza in his mouth.

You let out a sigh of relief.

"Jeez, Eddie ! I thought you were a burglar !"

"...Well, if you count the cold pizza in your fridge ? Then, yes. I am a very dangerous thief.", he replied with a smile and winked playfully at you. You rolled your eyes before putting the knife down.

You then frowned and crossed your arms over your chest.

"And what exactly are you doing here ?", you asked suspiciously and Eddie chuckled awkwardly while running a hand through his brown locks nervously.

"Do I have to have a reason to come and visit my best friend ?"

You eyes narrowed, but you finally sighed and decided to let it slide.

"Fine, you weirdo. Wanna watch a movie ?", you asked and Eddie huffed a laugh.

"Does Frodo wear the ring of power ?"

You turned around and raised a quizzical eyebrow at him.

"It mean yes.", he clarified and you smiled before shaking your head.

"Alright. Then, get in here."

He followed you with a smile—but his smile dropped as he saw through your window a couple of hooded figures hiding in the shadows.

"Would you wait for me darling ? There's something I have to do first. You can start without me..."

He didn't wait for an answer before walking out.

Outside :

"I told you. They're off limit.", he spoke up as soon as he was out of your ear reach. And soon enough, he got an answer.

"Come on, Eddie. Why do you have to pick all the pretty ones ?!", one of the hooded figures complained. Eddie glared at them.

"Because this one is off limits. I already told you. End of discussion, big boy."

The Ghostface who had spoken first groaned loudly in annoyance—but didn't dare insist.

However, another spoke up.

"You can't protect them forever, Eddie."

He sent a threatening glare in their direction too.

"Mind your own business, Wheeler. Or, should I remind you who decided to use their veto on the Byers' boy ?"

"HEY !", they were about to protest—but the last hooded figure cut them off.

"What's so special about that one anyway ?"

They all seemed surprised at the question and the Ghostfaces all turned towards Eddie—awaiting his answer. Eddie bit his lower lip and balled his knuckles into fists. He wouldn't tell them. They didn't need to know.

"...Go home. This place is to never be targeted again, got it ?", he replied instead and the three others groaned in frustration—but finally complied.

"Fine. Whatever."

They all left and Eddie sighed deeply before turning back towards your house. One day, he'd tell you who he really is. But, until the day comes ?

He'd simply remain your best friend Eddie.

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[hellpmeimobsessed]

How do the slashers react to finding a lost child?

(Child is around 5-6 years old, gender-neutral they/them pronouns are used, no description is given for the child)

Fic includes: Albert Wesker, Asa Emory/The Collector, Brahms Heelshire, Bo, Vincent, and Lester Sinclair, Bubba, Chop Top, Nubbins, and Drayton Sawyer, Ghostface, Hannibal Lecter, Harry Warden, Jason Voorhees, Ji-Woon Hak/The Trickster, Karl Heisenberg, Michael Myers, Ruben Victoriano/Ruvik, Stefano Valentini, and Tommy Hewitt.

Albert Wesker:

Wesker has one of two reactions based on the child’s demeanor; if they’re unruly, wild, and not well-behaved or loud, it’s disgust and disdain. Not at the child, they’re not to blame, they’re still learning, after all. No, it’s at the parents and their lack of proper teaching and responsibility. He’ll take the child to the nearest safe point or just hand them over to Chris or any other survivor he comes across and that will be that.

If the child is well-mannered, curious, and quiet, he views them as a potential apprentice. He could keep the child and raise them himself. It couldn’t be that hard, right? He’s handled more stressful scenarios. He was wrong, but he will still do his best if no one is looking for or claims the child. Surprisingly actually an excellent parental figure, political and ethnic cleansing opinions aside.

Asa Emory/The Collector:

Oh no there’s a child. Why was there a child, and how did they get in? He gets to them as quickly as he can and makes a game out of the mandatory traps to get out of that area, showing them the way or simply picking them up and making his way through with them. He can’t let the kid go since they snatched his mask out of curiosity and now knows what he looks like and where he is, so he supposes he has a child now. If there are victims going through the place he drops them off with his favorite and keeps a close eye on said victims to make sure they don’t reach them. If not, he takes them straight to his home and puts them to bed, locking the door behind him.

Brahms Heelshire:

The Heelshire manor had always housed one child; him. Does not take kindly to another suddenly letting themselves in and does his utmost to frighten the child out of the house. If they leave, he doesn’t feel bad in the slightest. But if they’re stubborn and have no place left to go, he will begin to feel bad about it. The child may wake up with a blanket over them that they did not go to bed with. There might be sandwiches left on the counter with a note attached letting them know it’s for them and to apologize for scaring them. Maybe they could be friends?

Bo, Vincent, and Lester Sinclair:

Lester disturbs everyone’s peace when he finds the kid apparently dumped by their parents on the side of the road. He bursts into Bo’s shop and hollers about how he found them, filled with rage and going on about how anyone could do that to their kid, especially in the middle of summer! Bo stands with his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised in shock as his younger brother goes on and on, then finally stops his rambling.

“And now the kid’s in the truck with the windows up in the middle of summer while you rant and rave about ‘em?!”

Bo and Lester disturb Vincent who was working in the basement of the house by practically kicking in the door and fussing over the kid while Bo shouts for Vincent to come upstairs.

They spend far too long trying to figure out what to do with the kid as they play with Vincent and Bo’s old toys, Lester on the ground half playing with them, half discussing with his brothers. They finally come to the conclusion that they can’t do anything besides take the kid in themselves. They’re not the best role models, but they do their utmost. Bo even quits smoking.

Bubba, Chop Top, Nubbins, and Drayton Sawyer:

Panicking, panicking, panicking! Why didn’t these people tell anyone they had a kid with them?! The kid is currently clinging onto Bubba’s apron quietly watching the chaos while Bubba squeals and babbles frantically while Drayton’s shouting at him to shut up, and Chop Top and Nubbins are trying to sneak up to the kid and distract them. They finally come to terms with the fact they have a new family member now. If the parent confronts them about how they’re their child, no they aren’t. Finders keepers, and besides, they named them so now they’re attached. Bubba is also very protective of them, and Chop Top and Nubbins are the fun uncles.

Ghostface:

Oh shit, that’s a whole child. That someone has locked out of the house he’s currently trying to get into, for his own personal reasons. Tells the kid to hold tight, he’s gonna do something and be right back. Gets in the house and does his thing, comes back out and picks up the kid making sure they can’t see inside the house and takes them to his house instead. Calls the cops and reports the murder claiming the kid was the only survivor because he saved them, meanwhile the child is sitting next to him playing peek-a-boo with his mask.

Hannibal Lecter:

Who’s child is this and why are they unattended at the airport? Shakes his head and asks the child if they know who or where their parents are, and when they nod he picks them up places them on his hip, and walks them to security, thinking the whole time how their only saving grace is that they’re parents to this well-behaved child. Once the child is safe, he resumes his usual business.

Harry Warden:

Oh my god, why is there a child in the mines? Who did this? Much like Bubba, he’s panicking, albeit internally. He leads them out to safety and makes sure they’re found and safe. If they have nowhere to go and try to beg him to let them stay, it’s a no either way. He’ll scruff them and carry them out to the exit if he has to, and will repeat this as many times as necessary to get the message across. He’s patient.

Jason Voorhees:

There’s a child lost at the camp. The councilors are losing their minds trying to find them. He wishes they put that much effort into him, forgets the councilors, and starts looking too. He finds the child a short while later in an old forgotten canoe far away from the water in the woods, curled up sleeping with their arms wrapped tightly around them. He knows they’re going to die if they stay out there, so he very carefully scoops them up, careful not to wake them, and brings them to a chair outside a cabin, making sure not to be seen as he pats their head and walks away.

Ji-Woon Hak/The Trickster:

… Why the hell is there a child in this trial? Curses and is split on what to do. On one hand, he would like to continue this trail, and on the other hand, there is a child right in front of him staring at him in wonder. He hides the kid, tells them to stay put and that he’ll be back for them, and hopes they listen. If they listened, he breathes a sigh of relief, admittedly having rushed the trial so he could get back to them. If they didn’t, he panics for a small amount of time before shrugging it off and assuming one of the survivors found them. Not the strongest parental instincts, but he does worry a little about them.

Karl Heisenberg:

Freaks out. Absolutely freaks out. Not at the kid, at the scenario. There’s a small child in his factory with Sturm wandering about and around a hundred dangerous pieces of machinery, sharp objects, and all manners of OSHA violations, not to mention the rust on everything! He scoops the kid up keeping them on his hip and marches straight to his sisters with no shame or hesitance. He doesn’t care what Donna or Alcina think of him, they’re the women, more importantly, Alcina is a mother of three, and he needs help, now. He begs one of them to babysit just for a little bit while he baby-proofs the factory to the best of his ability. Why doesn’t he just leave the kid with them, you might ask? Because he’s not letting Miranda get her hands on this one. He will hide them at all costs and take care of them. They’re not ending up like him and his ‘siblings’.

Michael Myers:

There’s a child in his house. Why is there a child in his house? He doesn’t exactly care why or how, he’s just initially confused. Makes mock charges and attempts to kill the kid, entirely for the purpose of scaring them away. If they catch on and won’t budge, he’ll grab them by their shirt and toss them out himself. If the kid’s stubborn or they have nowhere else to go, he begrudgingly accepts the fact that he has a new roommate. They’ll leave eventually. Right?

Ruben Victoriano/Ruvik:

Older brother mode activated. This kid isn’t Leslie and therefore he has no real use for them. Shows them around the manor, assigning them his old room for them to sleep in, and he keeps them safe from harm. If Sebastian catches him with the kid and questions why he’s taking care of them unlike how he treats Leslie or anyone else, he simply shrugs. He doesn’t even know why he’s doing it, or how they even got there. Just feels right.

Stefano Valentini:

For once actually tries to hide his art. The kid was walking into the room which housed his latest creation, Obscura, and he needed to stop them and quickly. Teleports a fair distance away so he doesn’t scare them and attempts to distract them with questions like where their parents were, how old were they, and what’s their favorite color. He takes hold of their hand and walks them to where Lily is being kept. He supervises them for a little, grimacing at Sebastian’s persistent and destructive efforts to gain his attention, and when he’s sure they get along and are fine for a little while, he leaves to take care of some things. Sebastian is quite shocked when it’s not just Lily he finds.

Tommy Hewitt:

Stands still as a statue as he processes the kid’s presence and tries not to scare them with his intimidating size, gaze, and mask. When the kid is unbothered by any of it, simply asking where their parents were, he picks them up and puts them on his shoulders, taking them straight to Luda Mae who fusses over them while Tommy and her keep Hoyt away from them. Luda and Tommy happily welcome the newest member of the family.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

*falls through roof with a suit on and paper in hand* “ Hello, I would like to request child reader being a prank master on April fools day (basically like Luan loud form the loud house) thank you” *exits* -🪱anon

I have no idea because I'm not good at pranks and I have no idea who luan or what the loud house is but I'll try my best.

Requests not currently open! Trying to empty my inbox.

Slashers with master pranker kid! Reader

Michael

Hates it lowkey.

The last thing he wants after coming home is seeing you on the floor with (fake realistic) blood all around your body.

Almost went on a rampage that day.

Although doesn't really care about your pranks unless it's targeted towards him which is 90% of the time, maybe if its a special evening where he's feeling silly he'll indulge in your pranks. I can confirm the victims have shitted their pants, I was the pants.

Finds your skills to be quite helpful in certain situations. You two get stolen candy after that.

Sinclair brothers

You shocked and successfully pranker them all. Maybe a little too well.

Bo wasn't happy when you sneaked in and put an airhorn in his shoes while he was asleep, getting a jumpscare is the last thing you need after waking up. Out of pettiness he'll get back at you, and by that I mean he'll put whatever insect or small wild life he found, under your bedsheets. He apologies later, though you make a mental note to be more harsh next April.

Vincent lost all his motivation to do art right after when he accidentally drank your cup of bleach you were planning to use on something. (it was actually water with a bit of sour funky smell) man's was panicking when you told him, he thought he was going to die since he chugged more than half of it. Calmed down after you told him the truth, he was relieved but also quite upset. (he may or may not try to prank you too)

Lester was almost sobbing when you told him you lost Jonesy (she was in the trunk of his car sleeping in a pile of blankets) you didn't think he would take it this far, you had better pranks in mind. Was literally quite yelling for her and drove around too busy to realise her (Jonesy is busy taking her beauty sleep) and then spotted some of her fur on the dumpster of roadkill ( earlier, Jonesy was shedding and you decided to throw it at the clump of roadkill nearby). And then the worst possible scenario crept up inside his head even though it didn't make sense, eventually the whole family got involved and you decided not to know anything and tell them that you found her in the back of Lester's trunk. Bo knows though.

Aahrhehe sorry this took soo long andwas sooo short but I had so much fun at doing Lester's idk why.

[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 .

[creepling]

> CREEPLING'S RULES

DNI/BEFORE YOU FOLLOW

-- no racists, anti-LGBT+, TERFs, xenophobes, fatphobic and misogynistic people. or just anyone who has hate in their heart. my blog is a safe place so, politely, fuck off.

-- any minors/ageless blogs DNI. i am an adult that writes adult content, and i do not feel comfortable with minors interacting with me.

-- blank blogs also DNI. this cess-pit of a site is full of bots and i'm not taking my chances. plus, it is restrictive interacting with blogless accounts and i like to do that with my followers.

-- if your account involves proana, ed, self-harm, TERF, right-wing politics, or loli/shota, high chances i won't fw you.

-- my fanfics will consist of dark content, smut and kinks. i tag my fanfics accordingly so DO NOT READ if you are uncomfortable with those subjects. please curate your own online experience, and you are free to block me to avoid my content; i won't take it personally.

-- fiction does not equal reality. i may write about certain things, but that does not mean i condone it irl. take that into consideration when reading my fanfics.

-- also have to drop the "i have a life outside fanfiction" type thing, but we all do. i may fall into inactivity from time to time, and that is okay. please do not demand me of my writing for your own consumption. remember i am a real person and deserve to be treated with respect.

REQUESTING INFORMATION

-- i am a majoritly x reader fanfic writer, but i do ships from time to time.

-- when writing reader i keep fem/gn in mind depending on the work. if you request male reader i'll try my hand at it, but full warning i haven't written male reader before.

-- my inbox is always open, but does not necessarily mean requests are open. i am always patient with my works and each request i accept might take a while to complete.

-- if you send a request, please state what you want in the piece. most notably the scenario and fem/gn/male/gen reader. the work will depend on how much i can write and what inspires me, so it can either be a one-shot, drabble or headcanon. i will state at the beginning which one it ends up being.

-- i also have the right to decline requests i do not want to write. whether that be because i do not think i can do it justice or it goes against my rules. if i decline your ask, it is never personal.

-- please refrain from duplicating asks, i always feel bad when i write a request that another writer is also working on. it makes things awkward.

WHAT I WRITE

age gaps (all 18+), breeding, breath play, cuckholding, corruption, dubcon, dacryphilia, drug use, degradation, femdom, fear play, knife play, kidnapping, mask kink, masturbation, monsterfucking, noncon, overstimulation, pegging, power dynamics, praising, s*x pollen, stepcest, spitting, somnophilia, voyeurism.

WHAT I DO NOT WRITE

age play, bestiality, eating disorders, foot fetish, furry, gender dysphoria, race play, smut involving anything with high schools/minor's spaces, suicide, self-harm, scat, vomit, vore (no hate to these categories btw, it's just not my thing).

(reminder these are only for smut and dead dove fanfics, all fluff/angst categories i am fine with)

FANDOMS & CHARACTERS

THE BATMAN - batman/bruce wayne, edward nashton/the riddler, selina kyle/catwoman.

BALDUR'S GATE III - astarion, gale, shadowheart, karlach, haslin, wyll.

DANONATION (PAUL DANO CHARACTERS) - dwayne hoover, eli sunday, edward nashton, jay (okja), pierre bezukhov, calvin weir-fields, klitz.

HORROR SLASHERS - michael myers, jason vorhees, bubba sawyer, ghostface, tommy slater, candyman, brahms heelshire, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, lester sinclair.

THE LAST OF US - joel miller, ellie willians, abby anderson.

MIDNIGHT MASS - paul hill, sheriff hassan, riley flynn, erin greene.

RESIDENT EVIL - leon s. kennedy, claire redfield, ada wong, jill valentine, carlos oliveira, ashley graham, luis serra navarro, alcina dimitrescu, karl heisenberg.

SUPERNATURAL - sam winchester, dean winchester, azazel, bobby singer, ava wilson

THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE GAME - johnny slaughter, sissy slaughter, hands slaughter, danny gaines, leland mckinney, sonny williams, julie crawford, connie taylor, ana flores.

THE BEAR - richie jerimovich, sydney adamu, neil fak, marcus

X-MEN - wolverine, cyborg, beast, rogue, gambit, magneto, nightcrawler, morph, pyro, storm.

(all subject to change!!)

[slasher-dasher]

Hello everyone!

Admin intro:

Name: Aster/Nova

Pronouns: they/them

Age: 21

✨Chronic Michael Myers enjoyer✨

AO3: slasher_dasher

Who I write for:

Billy Lenz

Billy Loomis

Bo Sinclair

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer

Chris Walker

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen

Eddie Gluskin

Jason Voorhees

Lester Sinclair

Leslie Vernon

OG!Michael Myers

Richard Trager

RZ!Michael Myers

Pyramid Head

Stu Macher

Thomas Hewitt

Vincent Sinclair

(List will be added to once I gather more slashers :> )

What I write:

Sfw (between 16-18+)

Nsfw (exclusively 18+)

Headcanons

Concepts

Fics

Anything that makes me uncomfortable will not be written/posted!!

In general, anything involving incest, pedophilia, nsfw!agere, or non-con is something I will not write.

I will write cnc, somnophilia, and dub-con (depending on the characters/scenario), and will always put warnings at the top of fics. I'm also comfortable writing CG/little scenarios but they will always be sfw! Titles ("Mommy/daddy", "sir/mistress", "baby", "angel", etc.) are not affected as I always write them in the context of nsfw!roleplay unless otherwise noted.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | y’all accidentally adopt a kid (part 2)

♡ fandoms; House of Wax, Hannibal (TV)/Silence of the Lambs, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Hannibal Lecter

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; parenthood, kidnapping, mentions of violence. basically don’t tell these guys you want a kid ig

♡notes; another sparse selection but i don’t think Billy Lenz is allowed within 100 yards of a school so it is what it is

also I hate how much I’m starting to love Bo oh my god

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Vincent Sinclair

> he’s a nurturing man- to his brothers and you

> hell he babies Jonesy too

> even so, he’s shocked when you mention offhandedly that he’d make a good father

> he denies it vehemently

> even as the golden child he grew up in hell

> no way he’d know how to do any of it right

> but you just gently laugh and shake your head, insisting but not pressing it

> it makes him think

> and think and think

> he didn’t know much about kids, but you’d be a great parent

> and you wouldn’t lie to him- maybe he’d be at least an okay father

> families don’t come through often

> and when they do, Lester leaves them be

> if they ever get to Ambrose on their own, the town stays off- none of the Sinclairs want anything to do with harming children

> but mistakes happen, and Bo is freaking out

> a little girl with dark hair and bright blue eyes was sleeping in the back of a car while he took care of her parents, and he didn’t realize until far to late

> she’s maybe 3, and awfully scared and quiet- but when they bring her in the house she walks right up to you and Vincent

> she hugs your leg and finally smiles when Vincent kneels down to show her that Jonesy is a nice dog

> Bo is in shock when you volunteer to adopt her, but Vincent is in quick agreement

> she’s nonverbal, but you look through her family’s things to find out her name - Lilly Henson, or something to that affect .

> Lilly Sinclair has a much better ring to it anyways, doesn’t it?

Bo Sinclair

> he’s the type that if you mention that you want a kid to this man, he asks what color

> he is endlessly devoted to you

> and while he never wanted a kid before, he’s always so insistent you make him a better man

> so some snot nosed brats would complete the picture perfectly

> he’s not super serious about it, not really

> you have plenty of time to plan for a family

> and he’s the type to want biological children if possible- he’s so used to white picket fence suburbia-type ideals

> when a car pulls up to the gas station, he stops when he sees the infant car seat in the back

> he’s about to tell the parents to move along- but then he sees the second matching one

> something - probably his overinflated self worth - tells him he’d be a much better father to twins that these chucklefucks

> and you want a kid anyways! would two be much better

> they’re not identical- he’s not not disappointed by the fact, but they’re still adorable

> a boy and a girl a bit over a year, with big brown eyes and infectious giggles

> he’s beyond proud when he strides in with them

> “daddy’s home!”

> he thinks you might actually kill him this time

> but then Charlotte - the girl based on what’s embroidered on her blankie, reaches for you and you melt

> you’re still scolding him as you happily take Theodore too

> but he knows you’re beyond thrilled

Hannibal Lecter

> he’s always wanted a successor

> quite frankly it never had to be his child - or a child at all

> he thought about taking younger serial killers in the making under his wing more than once

> to teach them the art of culinary cannibalism and the finer points of flaying people

> but it’s far too dangerous - especially with you around

> you’re the one thing that trumps his egomania

> so he lets it be for the time being

> but one day, he takes on a special case at work

> a young boy who recently lost his parents very violently

> he’s in kindergarten, and expresses most everything through his rather advanced drawings

> you don’t interact with his patients- even though he works from home you’re pretty skilled at dodging them

> but on the way out that afternoon the little boy- Peter, his name is, runs out before his social worker and smack dab into you

> she apologizes on his half profusely but you’re so sweet with the boy

> you pick up his dropped drawings and comfort him- he’s quite upset he may have hurt or angered you

> he gives you a huge hug and Hannibal can see the fond, parental look on your face

> after that it’s quite simple to draw up the paperwork

> he’s already in foster care, and it only takes a few false documents to make the courts think that Hannibal’s custody is the best place for little Peter

> you learned long ago that it’s best not to question how or why Hannibal does something when he gets like that

> and either way you’re content with your new little family

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Welcome to the House of Slasher Appreciation

I figured it might be time to let everyone know what I will and won’t write.

Characters I do write and take requests for:

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger

Bubba, Nubbins and Chop Top Sawyer

Vincent, Bo and Lester Sinclair

Thomas Hewitt

Brahms Heelshire

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

What I will write:

AFAB/AMAB/GN reader (unless specified I usually write gn by default and afab gn for smut)

Child!Reader (only in a platonic/familial context)

Non-Romantic scenarios

Fluff

Smut

Yandere

Dubcon

What I might write for (taken on a case by case basis):

Noncon

What I do not write:

CanonxCanon (not because there’s anything wrong with that but this is purely a slasher/reader blog)

Basically anything very unsanitary (think scat)

Necrophilia (by which I mean actual corpses. Undead characters are fine)

Anything involving minors in sexual situations

This list may be subject to changes, especially when it comes to the characters I write for.

Also, since it appearantly has to be said, I DO NOT BELIEVE IN SENDING DEATH THREATS OVER FICTION. IF YOU THINK YOU ARE JUSTIFIED IN SENDING PEOPLE DEATH THREATS AND SUICIDE BAITING MESSAGES OVER FANFICTION, GET THE FUCK OFF MY BLOG.

[6lostgirl6]

Lester Sinclair Masterlist

Fics:

Headcanons:

Taking Care of Him When He's Hurt HCs - G/n!Reader

Imagines/Scenarios: