#Lester Billings x reader

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

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Reservations for 4 (+2 Outsiders) - Lester Billings/Reader

Warnings: Gender neutral reader, no use of Y/N, tiny bits of angst once again, flirting, making out.

Wordcount: 8776

Summary: You did it, you're finally dating the hot dad from Walkers after months of dancing around the subject and everything it entailed, but how ready are you to really be a part of his whole life, not just the parts where you're alone?

Notes: The official part 2 of this request, with the first part being found here OTL sorry this took so long, I got a bunch of Lester requests very close to each other so I was trying to space them out, especially since I'd just posted the first half, and now it's several months later 😩 I do hope it was worth the wait, his story with You is still progressing, there should be only one chapter left unless you guys want more, so I hope you're still here to see your request be finished, dear anon 💗💗💗

Spending Christmas in a full house wasn't something you'd done in years, but you legally weren't allowed to let them spend it on their own when Shaun came up to you with a formal paper signed by the whole family ordering you to spend it with them, instead of vocally inviting you as any child would. You knew that it was because you'd take it more seriously than an invite you could say no to, even if the paper was printed off of the internet and hastily filled in like some Mad Libs, and technically Annie's signature was a bunch of crayon scribbles, but the whole family had come together to appeal to you and your lawyer-y nature to win you over, and you had to admit, it was a solid case.

So here you were, freshly dating a single father as of the night before and staring down the pile of gifts you'd planned on getting anyway, but now had to wrap as fast as you could since you'd be giving them days earlier than planned. You'd expected not to see him again until New Years but none of them had let you wait even one day, the paper delivered to you promptly after the best snowball fight of your life was over and everyone was getting warmed up inside. One by one they'd snuck off to sign it while you’d distracted, all huddled up with your hot chocolate on the couch, and when you went to leave it'd been held out for you to take by an overly serious Shaun. 

At first you thought he might be sharing some art with you or something else that kids do, and you had forced a smile and headed out to your car with a kiss to your cheek from the man of your dreams. In your car you'd taken it out of its envelope to see what it actually was, and the whole family had seen you through Lester’s bedroom window as you held your hand over your mouth and cried at the sentiment. You'd looked up to see them all watching you, and then ducking down to hide like they were being slick, and you'd laughed through your tears as you called Lester up and told him you'd be there.

Since it was Christmas Eve the next day you'd spent the entire morning doing last minute shopping, wrapping like crazy, and choosing and rechoosing your outfit over and over until you were happy with what you picked out; something formal, but also lighthearted and casual, so you didn't show up to the party like you were attending a meeting. You knew you couldn't sleep over for sure as you made yourself lunch and tuned in to whatever was on TV, your back aching from hunching over so many presents for the first time in your life, loose tape cropping up into the weirdest of places from the mess you'd somehow made despite your usual organizational skills, and you'd just taken your first bites when you got a text. You munched on your food as you picked up your phone and checked to see if it was anything important or if it was ignorable, only to find a second invitation for dinner that night, 6PM sharp.

You swallowed heavily, how on earth were you supposed to take things slow when this would be the third and then fourth day at his place, spending time with him and his family? You almost wanted to say no, set some boundaries, but one glance around your empty living room with the large pile of boxes stacked on your couch made up your mind for you, and you scarfed down the rest of your lunch in order to grab yet another outfit. You'd be going out to dinner this time, the text said it was a tradition for them all to book a table at their favourite place and get the Christmas Special for dessert, whatever that was, and to dress up since he already knew you'd feel underdressed if he didn't warn you. You thanked him in your mind as you raced back for your closet and picked out your most favourite outfit for formal occasions, your go to, the best of the best, and as you laid it out next to tomorrow's outfit you couldn't help but wonder if you'd steal his breath away when he saw you in it.

It was still so surreal to think about the fact that he was yours so entirely that even his kids approved of you this much, that all your best efforts to stay away hadn't been needed from the start. It'd been such a long eight months, but it'd all accumulated to this, to you showering and getting dressed for a fancy Christmas dinner, even if it wasn't strictly a date with him. As you stood in front of the mirror and made sure you looked presentable enough to go over early, it hit you that the last time you spent Christmas with anyone was a corporate party, and how boring it'd been. No dates, friends were always with their families, and before that your own family hadn't been too into it, not enough for any traditions like this. 

It was almost overwhelming to go from your old life to this, how he'd swallowed you up into his everything the way he did to the point where you were aware of how much you didn't want to go back. It almost felt like the other shoe still had to fall, you'd almost fumbled the first one and now that it was secured you were clinging to the second for your life because you didn't want to lose any of this. Not the dinners, the parties, the movie nights, the snowball fights, the casual invitation to stay the night again so neither of you would have to face an empty bed. 

You'd fought like hell for him, now you'd fight like hell again to keep him.

You ended up not going over too early after setting aside the gifts for tomorrow, you didn't want to give away how quiet your place was the more time you spent with them all, and showed up right as they were getting their shoes on, when he said sharp he meant sharp. You knocked only once before the door was flung open, the first thing you saw being Shaun with his usually messy hair tamed to go along with his small suit, which he didn't like at all. Next you saw Deni at the table helping Annie put on her tiny shoes, a small bow tying up her short hair and making her look both dressed up and also like a cartoon character in her toddler cuteness. 

Last was Lester, who was making sure all the doors were locked before they left, and when he turned from closing the curtains covering the back doors you felt your heart skip a beat; he was even more dressed up than for his hearing, his shoes shined and his suit crisp and dark, a stark contrast to the sweater he'd been wearing the other day that made him look entirely like a dad. Now he looked like a man, a damn fine handsome man at that, and instead of greeting him you ended up making a few weak noises as your hand limply waved side to side as your hello.

His kids snickered to themselves as he had a similar reaction to you as you'd hoped, his eyes taking you in and ruining the illusion of high society when he flubbed your name and grinned so widely it made you flustered. Shaun pretended to gag while Deni hushed him, Annie taking a moment to recognize you before reaching for you to pick her up, but you weren't ready for any small child handling yet so Deni did it herself when those tiny laces were done up. ‘We're gunna be late, dad, you know what happens if we're not there when they call our name,’ she reminded him as she stood, wearing a very pretty dress that was quickly covered up by a thick winter coat for the trip.

‘Yeah, we'll have to go to McDonald's looking like we missed the opera again, I know,’ he said without looking away from you, and you clutched at your coat and fiddled with the zipper to escape those eyes once again. ‘Sorry, I just- you look amazing,’ he said as he approached, his own coat handed to him and covering up that nice suit and making him look back to normal under the bulk of it, minus his very neat hair to match Shaun’s.

‘Formal is half my wardrobe, it's nothing big,’ you lied like you hadn't wanted this exact reaction, and he closed the gap in order to hug you while Shaun grabbed the keys and raced out to claim the front seat while Deni strapped Annie in. That left you with a moment alone with him, and you stood just out of view of the doorway as he pressed himself against you and went in for a proper hello. You stopped him, your body a thousand degrees under everything and making you briefly worry about sweating too much before the concern on his face made you focus entirely on him. ‘You don't think this is too much? This is your tradition, and Christmas tomorrow-’

‘We all agreed we want you here, it's not just me inviting you over this time,’ he whispered with a small smile, ‘we talked about it this morning over breakfast, how this will work for all of us, and you'd be surprised how upset Shaun got when I suggested you visit on the 26th.’

‘Did he cry?’ you teased, only to poorly hide the fact that you might be the one crying.

‘He got pretty darn close,’ he whispered secretly, but you had to wonder if maybe he was just playing it up so you'd want to stay even more. Looking at him through the windshield Shaun looked more impatient to eat whether you were there or not, but when he saw you staring he did look away almost bashfully; kids must have some kind of sixth sense for when their parents were talking about them because Deni seemed to say something that got him to react while the two of you couldn't hear, and for a moment you felt something that could almost be parental.

But you still weren't ready to be a parent to anyone after two days, you wouldn't be ready for that for a long while. Nonetheless, the thought of being wanted by not just him but his entire family was a nice thought after so long on your own.

‘I guess I have no choice, is there a dress code for tomorrow?’ you asked as you walked outside, Lester locking up and gesturing for Shaun to move to the back with his sisters. 

‘Just whatever's comfortable, and family friendly.’ He whispered the last part to you before you got into the car, your face heating up just in time for a duo of voices to tell him to hurry or it's McDonald's again. ‘I know, I know! We're going!’ he laughed easily as he peeled out of the driveway, the snow already melting from the sun and clearing fully on the plowed roads. You fiddled with the hem of your coat the entire way there, conversations happening around you and making you feel almost like an outsider again until Lester took your hand as he drove, Shaun piping up to tell you all about how he was doing in school. You could only listen and give the most basic of responses, Lester giving your hand a squeeze for the effort when he moved on to mess around with Deni when she tried to up him.

He mouthed that you were doing good, his words making you feel a little more at ease as you pulled into the packed parking lot, the spaces for reserved tables nearly full. The snow started to lightly fall as you all rushed inside, a line already formed by the others waiting for their turns, and just as the clock ticked 6:35 the name of Billings was called. You all rushed ahead with your coats slung over your arms, the place more than fancy and loaded with an atmosphere most sophisticated as well as Christmasy. Your eyes must've been shining when you took your seat next to him because Lester chuckled when he saw your expression, it wasn't like you hadn't been to a place like this before, but all the lights and garland strung up was beautiful to take in. You'd never realized how much you missed festivities until you were smack in the middle of his life, and you wiped at your eye with the excuse that some snow got into it when he asked if you were alright.

‘I'm fine, it's just been a while,’ you mumbled with a soft smile, and he held your hand under the table when your waiter came over to hand out menus and start pouring water. For as wild as he could be in snowball wars, Shaun was very well behaved as he flipped to the kids page and picked out his favourite, Deni already prepared with her own dish while Annie got a lovely bowl of squash puree to start. The menu was expansive but you had just enough time to skim through and pick out what looked like the tastiest dish out of all the very very tasty dishes being presented to you, with Lester ordering the promised Christmas Special so it could be prepared for when they were done, as well as a bottle of wine for you to split after you'd also told him your drink of choice.

‘I try not to drink too often, but it's Christmas,’ he shrugged casually once the waiter left to deliver the order, Deni already leaning forward with her chin resting on her hands. ‘No, three more years,’ he told her before she could even say anything, a snort nearly making you choke on your water when you took a sip.

‘But it's Christmas,’ she repeated innocently, batting her eyes at him with the most childlike sucking up you'd yet to see from her.

‘You really want me to try and get away with underage drinking with a lawyer right here?’ he retorted with a gesture to you, and all eyes were on you again as you looked between the two.

‘I'm not a cop,’ was all you said to that, Deni even more smug while Shaun fought and failed to control his laughter to avoid getting looks from the other tables.

‘Who's side are you-’ He started feign offense when his voice trailed off, and the good mood started to fade as you all looked to see what had cut him off; it was Rita, all dressed up just as the rest of her family was, and she was currently being escorted to your table. She already didn't look pleased when her eyes landed on Lester, but when she saw you there, also dressed up and sitting beside him, her mood went from sour straight to foul.

‘“It isn't what it looks like”, was it?’ she sneered once she reached the table, a chair brought over so she could sit between Shaun and Deni, Annie oblivious to the family drama and smiling wide when she saw her mother join them.

‘It wasn't, until you had me face my feelings in front of everyone we know,’ Lester clarified, no more hiding, the kids already looking uncomfortable. ‘I thought we agreed that we wouldn't see you today.’

‘It's our tradition, I'm still a part of their family, same as you,’ she replied curtly, her eyes landing on you and coldly looking you over. ‘But them… I thought our rule was no guests for this, just family.’

‘They are family, more than you've been-’ he started defensively, his hand finding yours again before Deni softly put her own hand on his arm with a quiet, ‘Dad…’ He glanced at her and took a deep breath, he didn't want to ruin their night with this now that it was officially settled, and he took a big drink of water to calm himself down. ‘I'm sorry, it's fine, we're all okay, there's just- there's still some things me and your mother need to talk about,’ he told them, Rita still staring you down from the other end of the table. ‘But not tonight, we can handle it in the new year.’

‘Will they be joining us yet again?’ she scoffed as she stole Shaun's water for a sip since her own glass wasn't there yet, and before you could do something horrible, you found yourself standing.

‘I'm just going to the washroom, I'll be right back,’ you excused yourself politely when Lester went to follow, the family left behind you as you headed in the general direction of the washrooms. You were really making your escape, you couldn't be in the middle of that again, your very presence couldn't be the reason their Christmas tradition was ruined, you didn't belong here after all-

‘Guess they'll let anyone in.’ That voice, as grating as it was, was a much needed respite, and you snapped out of the near tears you were plummeting for in order to find familiar blonde hair in the crowd. ‘You look like shit, wearing that outfit again? You'd think with the money you make you'd be able to afford a few different ones.’

‘Shut up, Matt,’ you tried to spit out but your voice was now wavering, and there was no real venom in it. He was already smirking and looking for a way to bring you down a notch after the way he'd lost so terribly to you and not Gwen, but when he saw your face something in him changed, made him look almost human for a moment. ‘Christ, you're usually funner than this, what-’ He looked around before seeing your table off in the distance, and he ran a hand through his hair, long and loose today while he enjoyed his meal with a guest who was missing from his table as well, a sigh leaving his lips. ‘I told her not to come, she bugged me on my day off to ask about it… You- shit, are you… okay, or…?’

Wow, a human response to go with the expression, if you didn't know any better he might've been a person under those devilish blue eyes.

‘I'm not giving you anything else,’ you began as you started to walk away, but as you turned you bumped into someone heading this way, your balance thrown off as a pair of hands caught you; it wasn't Lester, it was actually the server from the diner you went to on the day of the hearing, you took a moment to recognize him all dressed up as well.

‘I'll be right back, Ethan, you start without me,’ Matt told the man as he also stood, his hand closing around your wrist and leading you across the room, out the front doors, and into the snow. It was freezing compared to the warm atmosphere of the restaurant, and you rubbed your arms and stared at him like you'd never seen him before until he genuinely frowned at you. ‘What?’

‘Nothing, it's just… I didn't know you were-’

‘Dating? Yeah, I do have a life outside that office, same as you,’ he snapped defensively.

‘Capable of loving anyone other than yourself,’ you corrected him, his frown fading back into his smug smirk.

‘There you are, you're a lot less annoying when you don't look like a kicked puppy, it's a bad look on you,’ he retorted easily, but his words held a lot less heat than they did during the hearing. ‘Lemme guess, she showed up and kicked you out again?’

‘The hell do you care?’ you muttered, you still didn't want to open up to Matt of all people. ‘You're the reason he almost lost his kids.’

‘It was a job, getting to bust your balls was just the perk of it all,’ he tried to joke but you cut him off by jabbing your finger into his suited chest.

‘Taking a father's children away from him with a case built entirely on fucking lies and slander wasn't just a job to us, asshole,’ you almost yelled, the two of you getting out of the way to let in the elderly couple trying to head inside. ‘You had us fucking followed for weeks, you went through my phone and watched us through our fucking windows-’

‘That was all Harley, I just paid the guy-’

‘You tried to ruin his life! And you think I'll just open up and tell you what's wrong like my feelings for him were just part of the job too?’ You were shaking not just from the cold, but he didn't seem fazed at all from your outburst, his face calm instead of taking pleasure in your misery this time.

‘You know I took the job when I saw you were attached to the case, right?’ he asked instead of answering, your heart pounding so hard you were considering punching him right in the face. ‘It was being passed around the office cause no one wanted it, it was too obvious that she was right and that this was just another easy custody hearing, nothing worth their time. But I saw your name in that file, and I took it that day just so I could talk to her, because the thought of you with your perfect track record ending a marriage was too good to pass up.’

If this was supposed to make you not want to kill him, it wasn't working.

‘I thought that all the way through the thing, no matter what she said and what Harley brought me, I found it so fucking funny that you had this other side to you, y'know?’ he continued, your eyes so narrowed that it was starting to give you a headache. ‘Even with you standing up there refusing to tell the truth, I wanted to knock you off that pedestal more than help her win, that's what I wanted the most out of that day. But then… that damn baby started crying, and everyone saw that she was fucking wrong, and you- you were happy for him, not cause he got the house or money from her, but just because he got to hold that stupid fucking baby again. I hated seeing you like that, crying and happy over some kids that weren't even yours, and then it hit me- I'm fucking miserable.’

‘I could've told you that,’ you blurted out flatly, but he didn't react to it as he usually would.

‘I went to that place across the street when it was all over, got myself something to eat. That's where I met Ethan, and he was just about to go on his break… He sat with me instead of leaving, talked to me, and I think it was cause he didn't know who I was, but he gave it to me straight, called me an asshole when I talked about the case cause he'd seen you guys in earlier, but the way he said it all, I dunno, it felt different from how you and the guys at the office say it.’ He looked at you then, the snow dusting his shoulders and the top of his head, his cheeks and the tip of his nose turning red from the cold, and his eyes didn't seem devilish for once as he spoke. ‘We started dating shortly after, and spending time with him, getting out of the office, wanting to try this place out when she came to me about coming here not because I thought he might bring you but because I liked the idea of spending today with him… I think I get why you cried over those kids,’ he confessed to you, and again you waited for the other shoe to drop when he forced a laugh that didn't reach his eyes, he wasn't lying this time.

‘If you'd met him sooner, would you have still taken the case?’ you asked him when he brushed the snow from his hair and shoulders, and he paused for just a moment before continuing until it could start piling up again.

‘Yeah,’ he didn't lie, but he also didn't look as malicious about the decision as you expected either, ‘I still would've fought for the chance to knock you down a rung, but… maybe he would've been able to talk me out of calling Harley.’ It was a confession of guilt, like there was a conscience deep down in there, but he didn't let any longstanding regret over his decisions show on his face, he wasn't there yet. ‘If you'd known how it would end, would you still have approached him that day at Walkers?’

You opened your mouth to both let out a small exhale of surprise and to answer when the door opened, Ethan standing there with Matt's black blazer in hand, something you never typically saw him wear even at work, he really dressed up tonight. ‘Hey, uh, just brought you this in case you guys were still talking, it's snowing,’ he explained like neither of you had noticed the cold, and you got ready for Matt to laugh at him because you were there, turn him away with the excuse that he'd be in in a bit, but when you looked at him all you saw was the adoration on his face.

‘We're done now, but thanks, thank you,’ he almost stuttered in awe of the gesture, the devilish gleam that had wished for your misery in that courtroom long gone as he stared at the man currently handing over his jacket anyway so he could start warming up, it was like he'd never known any kindness or basic human decency, which then reminded you of where you both worked. He slid the jacket over his shoulders with Ethan's help, another small thanks reaching you like he didn't want you to hear him utter the word, and Ethan gave you both a smile before going to duck back in.

‘I'll order another drink for you, anything you want, Matty?’ he asked so he'd know what to tell their server, and you could swear your eyebrows shot up so high they left your forehead altogether.

‘Bit more champagne to go with a bottle of my usual, thanks,’ he answered with even redder cheeks than before, and when you were alone again you were the one with the smug smile taking up what felt like your entire face. ‘What?’

‘Matty?’

‘It's- it's what my friends call me, I don't go around asking people to call me it at work,’ he muttered into the collar, ‘and that doesn't include you, don't think one talk changes anything.’

‘I didn't expect it to,’ you agreed with an easier air of teasing, not insulting, maybe Christmas miracles did exist. You were about to ask if anyone else knew it when the door opened again, and this time it was Lester, the kids in tow and all holding fancy bags, your coat slung over his arm. ‘What happened?’

‘Emergency family meeting, we decided it was time to find a new tradition,’ he announced to you as he helped you put your own coat on, your cheeks heating when you were handed the food you'd ordered. ‘Oh, I didn't know you were talking.’

‘We weren't,’ Matt clarified as he shook the snow off again, Lester's hand protectively on your shoulder like he expected to either be sued or to use said hand to deliver that promised punch. You put yours on his to keep him there with you, his kids not knowing who the man in front of them was, and he glanced at all of them before that look of almost regret came across his features again. ‘Y-you have a beautiful family, Mr. Billings,’ he finally forced himself to say, and you could almost hear the snow with how quiet it got as Lester took it in, then let his grip on you relax.

‘Thank you,’ he replied curly although not as rudely as he could've, a well deserved ‘no thanks to you’ kept to himself, and then everyone was heading back for the car without their restaurant setting and the inclusion of their mother, who was probably still in there alone.

You watched them go from where you stood before you started to follow, and you made sure to stop Matt before he headed back inside to have his own dinner. ‘Matty,’ you called to him, the dramatic whip of his hair and borderline offended eyes telling you that you really weren't there yet, but maybe you might be someday, ‘I would, by the way. I always would,’ you finally answered him, and he looked from you to the family piled into the car and waiting for you and seemed like he might be starting to understand how that felt. He just nodded at you, no Christmas or New Years wishes, no goodnight, and you didn't offer one either as you turned and carefully jogged for the car so you could get out of the cold.

‘You alright?’ he asked you softly as Deni fought to get Shaun to stay out of his bag until they got home, and you looked at him, took in his face, and knew that even though it'd hurt for so long you really would go to him every single time.

‘I'm perfectly fine,’ you answered honestly, and he smiled at you before staring the car up and blasting the heat.

‘Good, because the night's not over yet,’ he grinned as he pulled back out of the lot, Christmas songs blaring over the radio and everyone getting you to join in their carols until you'd stopped again. You were surprised at first, you almost didn't even recognize your driveway because you hadn't expected it, and you sadly got ready to head in on your own when he told them all to grab their food and hurry inside. ‘Shaun, what's the first rule of being a guest?’ he asked him as they walked up the steps to your door, your keys fumbled in your hands because your head still hadn't caught up to what was happening.

‘Take your shoes off at the door, I know, my boots are covered in snow, dad,’ he whined as he hopped from foot to foot, the door opening and letting his family into your foyer. You were still stupefied as Shaun immediately forgot the rule and rushed in to check out the size of your living room, which still had two couches and was a great deal more open than his own with your high ceilings and big TV you rarely used without him there. 

Thankfully he remembered before he reached your rug, but there was now snow and water tracked all over your shiny wood floors, and coats were piling by the door, wet boots and shoes taking up space on the drying mat where only yours usually sat, the room filling with voices as Shaun tried to get the TV turned on and had to ask Deni for help. Annie was having a blast looking particularly small on the couch all by herself while Lester grabbed plates and glasses from the kitchen, he knew his way around after all just as you did in his place, and you slowly sat next to her as a Christmas movie was put on and everyone gathered around your coffee table.

The takeout bags were opened and food was moved back onto proper plates, the glasses filled with water since you weren't stocked up on things like juice boxes and chocolate milk, although you did have a bit of soda to pass around, your vice thanks to him. With everyone settled they all tucked in and watched the movie, Shaun and Deni both sitting on the floor so they could use the table despite the height, they were used to that kind of thing, Lester setting his plate on the cushion next to him while he fed Annie the rest of her food. You had your plate on your lap but you weren't eating, you were frozen in place and stuck in their flow until he held up her tiny spoon for you to take.

‘Do you want to feed her?’ he asked you, snapping you out of it as Annie looked up at you with food on her chin and a big smile.

‘I…’

‘I'm still not asking you to be their parent yet,’ he reassured you warmly, but they were in your house for the first time, they were making a mess of your organized life and laughing loudly as the Grinch caused chaos on your TV, and a toddler that wasn't your own was starting to try to say your name so you'd feed her. ‘We all just want you to be a part of our lives moving forward, all of us, but if it's too fast-’

You didn't let him finish, the small spoon moving from his hand to yours and his kids pretending like they weren't currently watching you over their shoulders instead of the movie. ‘Is your new tradition to come here for the holidays?’ you asked nervously as you held the spoon up to her tiny mouth, even so big now she was still so small, and her even smaller fingers closed over your hand to keep it steady so she could take a bite. 

‘This was me trying to save the night since we had to ditch the Christmas Special, we can toss around some ideas for next year in the morning, whether that's here or my place, if you still want to spend tomorrow with us after tonight.’ His voice was low, almost hidden under the movie, and you gave Annie another spoonful before she decided she was done and would rather join her siblings on the floor, her walking was getting better. 

‘I do, I just worried for a moment…’ You trailed off, you didn't want to air out any insecurities around them, and he motioned for you to follow by nodding to the kitchen. You both gathered up the plates minus your own, the two of you hadn't exactly eaten yet, and moved them to the sink, Lester going through your cupboards before he found what he was looking for; the container of hot chocolate was still pretty full since it was one of the things he'd bought and left behind, and he popped off the top and started filling your mugs with powder and milk to be heated up, the marshmallows already included and tempting him into stealing a few.

‘Rita wasn't supposed to be there tonight, and I refuse to let her ruin the first date we've ever properly had,’ he said as he heated and stirred, and when he brought them to his kids he returned with your plates. ‘I know we jumped into this as soon as we could, maybe me more than you because I'm so used to being a father and husband I don't remember how to be a boyfriend, or just Lester.’ He warmed up your meals a little and set them on the table, your chair pulled out for you and his back to you again as he rummaged through your drawers until he found another thing he wanted. ‘It's exciting to think about being with you, to be with someone who lo- who really cares for me again, that I keep forgetting all the steps, that moving in and getting married aren't Step 1.’

Your face blossomed into red at the M Word, his own hidden in the shadow of the room until he sat down and lit the candle he'd found, your dining table turned into the real restaurant replacement now that his kids were properly distracted by chocolate and the next movie coming on.

‘You need to keep me in check for a while, alright? I want things to go back to normal, but my normal isn't just being with my family anymore, it's spending my nights with you, making breakfast with you, coming home to you after work, grocery shopping for the same kitchen until the fridge is overloaded. I'm trying my dam- darnedest to keep those normals separate, and while it would be so much easier to have them come together right away I know that doing that wouldn't be fair to you,’ he continued as the candlelight danced over his face, his eyes on your hand as he placed his own over yours but didn't hold on just in case you wanted to pull away. ‘We did things a little weird for a while there, and starting in the new year I want us to have a fresh start as a proper couple, with as many boundaries as you need, whether it's keeping the weekdays to yourself to recover from work, or keeping this place all your own, even if you don't want me to ask you to feed Annie; we can go over all of it and work up to whatever the actual Step 2 is, then 3, however many steps it takes to get you to move in with me, because this place is great, but waking up to you in my bed for the first time hasn't compared to anything I've felt in a long time.’

You blinked and felt the water pool, your eyes blinking a few more times as you cleared your throat and used your other hand to wipe the tears away without moving your hand from under his. ‘I, uh, I think we can make that work, Mr. Billings,’ you coughed to avoid letting your voice waver enough to give you away, but the sight of you having such an emotional response just to dating him had him doing the exact same, the two of you trying to play it off until you were laughing and crying as quietly as you could. You failed because Shaun turned up the movie to tune you out, and Lester held your hand tightly as he wiped his eyes and swore under his breath for dirtying the corner of your tablecloth without thinking. ‘Sorry, I've been nervous all day about what you'd say, I kept trying not to force anything on you but it kept coming out-’

‘Lester, it's fine, I know,’ you reassured him, your chair moving closer to his and closing the gap until your knees were touching under the table to create a more intimate atmosphere. ‘I keep saying yes because honestly, even though the thought of going from single to a parent overnight still kind of scares me, I think that… if it's your family…’ His eyes were wide and watery as you looked at each other, so much so that you couldn't possibly hold it together and speak while looking at them, so instead you pulled him in to kiss him to get the point across. It still felt new to be able to do this whenever you wanted, exciting just like he said, and this time no one interrupted you until your kneecap smashing into the table leg broke the moment. You let out a hiss and accidentally bit his tongue when you recoiled, which made him cover his mouth with a surprised whine, but thankfully Shaun was too busy laughing at the Muppets to hear your pain and look back to see what all the ruckus was for.

Your own laughs kicked in again at the ridiculousness of it all, knowing Lester from the beginning to now was so full of unexpected surprises that Matt could knock on your door right now and insert himself and Ethan into your party and you wouldn't even bat an eye, it wasn't like he didn't know where you lived thanks to Harley, and the thought of that not being as scary as it was months ago was an even bigger surprise if you were to tell him your thoughts right now. You rested your elbow on the table and finally picked up your fork, your expensive food wouldn't survive another round in the microwave, and it was still extremely delicious and worth getting dressed up for as you hummed in glee at the taste. 

‘I didn't want you to get changed right away, so I hope you don't mind if we continue our date back here before we join them?’ he asked even though you most certainly didn't mind, his own chair getting a little closer to yours even though you had the whole table to use up, his was cozier it turned out.

‘Will I be going right to your place in my pajamas? Or should I bring a change of clothing?’ you asked nervously as you openly flirted with him, Lester nearly choking on his food before saving it with a chug of lukewarm chocolate.

‘Pajamas are fine, but I've seen yours, I think I could k-keep you warmer without them,’ he tried to flirt right back, his voice stuttering on the delivery despite his strongest attempts to be smooth, he might possibly be the cutest man on earth without a doubt. 

‘Only if I get to keep you warm right back,’ you bargained before biting down into a forkful of food to avoid your own voice from cracking, the candle suddenly very interesting to you as you watched the flame wave this way and that. When he didn't say anything you worried that maybe you took it too far, only to look up and see him staring at you with more interest than you had in the candle, his eyes shining and reflecting the flame beautifully until he spoke.

‘I love you.’

You swallowed heavily, the movie going silent behind you while your brain tried to process the words. ‘What did-’

‘I love you. And it's not as friends, it's never been as friends, and it's not like either, you know I've been in love with you for months but I've been afraid to say it too much in case that might be what scares you off first,’ he stumbled his words towards you, the world around you going pitch black until it was just you two and the candle. ‘But I do, I love you, and I can't believe I get to spend all the time in the world with you, step by step.’ You couldn't speak, your heart pounding until it hurt and you could hear it, but then Shaun was yelling that it was 9PM, it was bedtime so that Christmas could come faster, they needed to get home so that Santa could find them.

‘Santa?’ you could only say instead, and Lester brushed his hair away from his eyes with a shrug.

‘He's still got a couple more years,’ he figured, he was such a father, and you laughed and pulled him back in for another kiss.

‘I love you too,’ you whispered against his mouth for the first time, ‘I can't believe I get to spend my first Christmas in years with the man I love, and his wonderful kids.’

‘I think we can argue about how wonderful they are when they're waking you up in the middle of the night,’ he smirked, ‘but we need to get home in order for you to experience that, whattaya say we get these kids to bed?’

‘I'm not a kid anymore, but I’ll appreciate any gifts Santa brings me tonight,’ Deni called from the living room when the TV turned off, they were ready to go and sleep so they could open their presents, and you flinched remembering that you went overboard.

‘Lester, I need to tell you something-’

‘Presents! Dad, there's presents here! Santa already dropped some off like he knew we'd be here! Oh, they're just from you, nevermind. Hey dad, can we open one before we go home?’ Shaun yelled at the top of his lungs when he noticed the pile you thought you'd be bringing in the morning, Lester instantly understanding what you'd tried to tell him with his own knowing cringe.

‘He's gotta ride shotgun now, you need to play elf so he doesn't open any on the way home,’ he warned you with a smile, but you didn't mind, you'd played elf with them long enough. You quickly ate the rest of your dinner so you could put the plates in the sink, thick chocolate sludge filling your glass since it'd cooled and solidified by then thanks to how much he’d filled your mug, but still you drank it while Lester got Annie ready for her car seat. Deni was doing her shoes up while Shaun waited for his dad to help, he was old enough but he was spoiled rotten you were learning, and you were about to start carrying the gifts out to the backseat when he grabbed onto your sleeve.

‘Could you help? I'm getting too tired to tie my shoes,’ he mumbled sleepily, maybe not all of it was a lie, and you kneeled down and propped a now dry boot on your expensive pants so you could tie an 8 year old's laces for him. He thanked you before his voice trailed off, he was drifting already and you didn't have the strength to carry him, Lester thankfully stepping in to save you so you could grab your clothes for tomorrow as well as some pajamas. Your kitchen was loaded with dirty dishes, your couches were all messed up from Shaun sprawling out over the cushions, there were water rings on your coffee table, and your bed was empty as the five of you pulled back out of the driveway with a backseat full of poorly wrapped presents picked out for kids that weren't your own. Shaun was sure enough sleeping in the front, even Deni starting to nod off in her own, your eyes meeting Lester's in the rearview mirror when you looked around at the family surrounding you on almost all sides. 

When you pulled back into his driveway he took care of putting his son to bed after getting those re-wet boots off of him again, Deni taking care of Annie before collapsing in her own bed, with you and Lester bringing the gifts in to put under the tree. Once he was sure that Shaun wouldn't come back out he grabbed the gifts he'd been hiding, all of them from Santa, and you bit your lip when you saw a couple from the big man himself snuck in with the ones labeled from Lester. Once that was done you both had a couple cookies, drank the milk, left all the crumbs you could on the plate, and practically giggled while hushing each other to his room. 

You started to shed your layers when you stopped, were you ready for undress closeness yet? He seemed to have the same idea because when you turned he was in the middle of starting to undo his buttons, your faces flushing before he grabbed his pajamas and excused himself to the bathroom with a sentence that didn't sound entirely english. You chuckled and finished undressing, the both of you fully clothed again when he returned in comfy-looking blue plaid pajamas and trailing the scent of mint after him.

Thankfully you'd had enough sense to grab your own toothbrush so you raced out to do the same when he started to pull back the comforter, toothpaste soon dripping down your chin as you lost yourself in the details of a single family bathroom. It was messy, so many toothbrushes and towels and toys for the bath, the room had come so far since you helped him clean this place out, and you spit before you could get it on your shirt. You felt almost nervous heading back to his room, the last time he'd just led the way and you'd followed because he'd needed you, but tonight you had a choice. You were choosing to be here, to stay the night, to share a bed with him again as a couple, not friends, and when you opened the door you found him already tucked in but still awake, he couldn't sleep without you.

Should you say something? Should you be a flirt again and stand in the doorway all sultry until he motioned for you to come over? That felt wrong with him, unless of course you intended in riling him up so much that he became unresponsive; he hadn't been with Rita in months, and you hadn't been with anyone in longer, you'd need to save the sultriness for when you had the house all to yourself. No, tonight had to be soft, sweet, something that fit everything else leading up to this moment, and you shut the door when he whispered for you to lock it. 

‘They'll come in otherwise, to wake us at dawn,’ he told you, another parenting tip, and you made sure it was locked tight before rounding the bed to the left side just like you used to default to back then. He held the comforter aside so you could climb in, your body sinking into the mattress and warming you up so entirely when he shifted closer to you, your breaths mingling and making the mood feel even more intimate. ‘Been a while since we did this,’ he mused, he was nervous, but frankly so were you.

‘Yeah,’ was all that came out, and he let out a small chuckle.

‘Baby steps,’ he reminded himself as well as you, you weren't spending the night to do anything, you were there because his family wanted to share their festivities with you, although the fact that he wasn't touching you at all was something you weren't a fan of after all those long nights of him having his arm around you.

‘Baby steps,’ you agreed, but still reached until you found his hands, and only his hands. ‘I wouldn't mind falling asleep getting to kiss you again though, as an early Christmas gift?’

He couldn't argue with that. You could feel his smile as you both shifted forward, his hands becoming reacquainted to your waist and hips as he kissed you, your own finally able to touch him back, caress his cheek and play with the top buttons of his shirt. You wouldn't undo any, but damn if it wasn't goshdarn tempting when he sighed into your mouth and pulled you closer until your bodies were completely touching. Your knee slotted between his, his hands coming round to cup your ass so yours trailed down his back to do the same to him, a high pitched gasp escaping his mouth before you were both laughing and hushing each other again. 

His ass was deceptively plush under all those dad pants he wore, you were happy to finally get acquainted with it too at long last, but just as you started to climb on top of him the kissing stalled, then stopped. You opened your eyes to see that his were still closed, he was hard but also dead tired, so this was what being a parent was like, and you let out an affectionate sigh as you ignored your own growing desire and laid back down next to him.

You turned onto your side away from him now that the fun was over, Lester sensing your position in his sleep and instantly shifting until he was flush against you, his problem softening against you until your heart slowed back to normal, his arm sliding back over your waist to keep you close all night. ‘I could get used to this,’ you whispered to him, and even though he'd fallen asleep first because he had you to hold again, you thought that maybe he'd still heard you based on the way his grip tightened a little more, he wouldn't let you leave this bed ever again.

No matter how slow you were going to take things moving forward, laying there again told you that you were definitely and without a trace of a doubt going to need to bring your mattress over next, because there was no way in hell you'd be able to sleep in that bed without him after this ever again.

[pumpkinbxtch]

Hi! Could you please do another lester x reader? Doesn’t matter what it’s about. There’s barely anything on this app😭😭

one penny is enough .⁠｡⁠*

— apollo x fem!reader

warnings: none

a/n: Hello, I have your back. Thanks for stopping by. Mwuah 💕

— Make a wish! — You gave those little hops with the tips of your toes and shook your boyfriend's shoulders.

— A wish? — Apollo said, fixing his gaze on that fountain. In the middle was a stone basin where the coins piled up with the others, he assumed that was the target to aim for.— Which god rules over this sort of thing?

You let out a groan and shook him impatiently.

—Lester! — He smiled hearing one of his names come out of your mouth. He turned fully to you and held you by the waist, his other hand traveled from your shoulder to the palm of your hand where you held the penny.

—I do it with...— He tossed the coin and heard the splash of water. He had hit the mark. — ...eyes closed, see?

Unlike what he expected, you frowned and gave him a gentle push with your body.

— You were supposed to wish for something, silly.— You pouted, watching your only shot settle with the other coins.

He held your body tighter and made you look into his eyes, his blue eyes like the sky above you.

— What else could I wish for when I already have you? — He smiled with a look full of love and gently bumped noses with you. You bit your lip and gently squeezed the fabric of his shirt.

— Liar, you forgot to ask for something.

He laughed and kissed you sweetly. He migrated his lips to your red cheeks to press another small kiss.

— I'm serious, what else could I ask for?

You pursed your lips and hummed as if thinking.

— I wanted to win the lottery.

Apollo brought his hand to his chest pretending to be offended.

— I can give you all the riches you want! — He extended his hand and conjured up a gold ingot. You wrinkled your nose.

— No, in cash.

And he turned the gold ingot into bills.

— With a little extra change.

And the sound of coins falling from his palm rang out instantly. Whatever you wanted, however you wanted it, he would give it to you.

You smiled triumphantly and took just one coin. Just what you wanted. Apollo realized you had used him.

— You could have just asked for one!

— And where's the fun in that? — You admired the gleam of the metal, pretending to ignore your boyfriend.

— I should have known! — He made the entire fortune disappear and crossed his arms.

You chuckled and handed him the coin again.

—Make a wish.

The blond looked at you tenderly. He had wasted your only shot and you were extending the coin to him again. He felt like he didn't deserve you.

He took a breath, closed his eyes, and then tossed it. Again he hit the mark.

— Did you wish for something?

— That we always be together.

[svcker4l0ve]

Rules of the requests

Stuff I WILL write for

All types of smut (little to none expectations), fluff, porn with plot, porn without plot, all types of readers (although male readers will be a bit harder for me but I will do it if I can), size difference, SMAU, headcannons, one-shots, texts,

Stuff I WILL NOT write for

Spit kink, abuse of any kind, self-harm, racism, homophobia, original characters, dying, incest, rape/non-con/pedophilia and, in due of recent asks, i will not write for doll Chucky. Not because I think it's weird, but because I don't feel comfortable writing that.

Canon typical characters/people

I will try to write each character/person as canon/realistic to their person as possible

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When requesting something, you don’t absolutely have to go into major detail if you don’t want to (if you do, then by all means do), but please try not be vague about your requests, and please make sure to say who you want, and what type of story you want(i.e SMAU, headcanon, one-shot, texts) . I will try to get to as many as possible, but it will take some time, so please be patient.

Characters/people I write for

Harry potter

Harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, the weasley twins, draco malfoy, pansy parkinson, sheamus finnigin, dean thomas, ginny weasley, blaise zabini, theo nott, mattheo riddle, tom riddle

Supernatural

Majority of character- dean, sam, cas, jo, jody, rowena, crowley, michael, lucifer, gabriel, ect

Brigerton

Anthony, Benedict, Colin, Daphne, Eloise, francesca,  Penelope, prudence, phillipa, cressida, 

Anne with an E

Anne, gilbert, diana, ruby, jerry, billy andrews

Wednesday

Wednesday, Tyler, Xavier, enid, ajax, larissa, yoko, kent, divina

My life with the Walter boys

Alex, Cole, issac, lee, danny, jackie, 

Outer banks

JJ, John b, Sarah, Kiara, Pope, Cleo, Rafe, Topper, Barry, 

Fate: The winx saga

Bloom, stella, flora, terra, sky, aisha, riven, beatrix, musa, sam, dane, 

All fear street movies

Deena, josh, simon, kate, cindy, ziggy, young nick goode, sheila, joan, kurt, alice, tommy, sarah fier, hannah miller, solomon goode, 

All texas chainsaw movies

Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, chop top, drayton, heather miller/sawyer, 

It (1990 and 2017)

Richie, bill, mike, ben, stanley, eddie, beverly, pennywise

Friday the 13th

Mostly just jason, but if you would like to request another character from the franchise, then go ahead

Scream

Billy, stu, sidney, tatum, dewey, randy, gale, micky, roman, jill, charlie, richie, amber, ethan, kirby, quinn, sam, tara, chad, mindy, wes

Buffy the vampire slayer

Buffy, Angel, willow, spike, Cordelia

My Babysitter’s a vampire

Ethan, Benny, Rory, Sarah, Erica, Jessie

Chilling adventures of Sabrina

Sabrina spellman, Harvey kinkle, Nick scratch, Ambrose spellman, Roz walker, Theo putnam, Prudence blackwood, Dorcas Night, Agatha Night, Hilda spellman, Zelda spellman

Avengers

Bucky barnes, Steve rogers, Tony stark, Natasha romonoff(romanov), bruce banner, thor odinson, sam wilson, wanda maximoff, pietro maximoff, clint barton, vision, Peter Parker, T’challa, Stephen strange, Scott Lang

Fantastic four

Susuan, johnnie, reed, ben

X-men

Peter maximoff, logan howlett, ororo monroe, jean gray, scott summers, kurt wagner, Lorna dane, victor creed, rogue(anne marie), alex summers, Remy lebeau, andy strucker, lauren strucker, marcos diaz, john proudstar, Blink(clarice fong), Hank mccoy

Dc

Bruce wayne, clark kent, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne-al ghul, Diana Prince, Oliver queen, barry allen, Garfield logan, raven (rachel roth)

Other slashers

Freddy Kruger, Bo sinclair, lester sinclair, Vincent sinclair, art the clown, michael myers, Tom hanniger(2009), daniel robitaille(candyman), chucky ray, Tiffany Valentine-ray, 

REAL PEOPLE

Formula One

Lando norris, Max verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Oscar piastri, Lewis hamilton, Liam Lawson, Carlos Sainz, Daniel Riccardo, Yuki Tsunoda, Isack Hadjar, Alex Albon, Kimi Antonelli, Esteban Ocon, Fernando Alonso, Gabriel Bortoleto, George Russel, Jack Doohan, Lance stroll, Nico Hulkenburg, Nico Roseberg, Ollie Bearman, Pierre Gasly, Sebastian vettel, Jenson Button, 

[bisexual-horror-fan]

I'm sneaking in for a Sinclair fic, if I may?

So I've had this little idea rattling around for a while:

You've been away from the Sinclairs for a while. Weeks, months, whatever. Long enough for the dust and filth to return to their house like you were never even there. Long enough for your scent to leave their pillows. You let yourself in, hands shaking, scared to face them, but so badly wanting to come home. You miss them. You don't know if they miss you.

You stand in the dark living room, looking around. It's too still. Too silent. Unnerving.

And then from downstairs, you hear classic music pause. You hear a gasp and a cup shatter in the kitchen. You hear from the top of the stairs, "th'fuck you think you don't?" From Bo.

You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

Thundering footsteps from downstairs, hard enough to make the floor shake. The basement door flies open, and -

CHAOS.

Have fun?☺️

Well of course I can do this for you sweet Eri baby! I hope you like this angst with very little comfort! Multi-May continues on!

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Rating. NSFW-Ish. Length 2.7K. Poly!Hinge Sinclairs. Lester and Vincent and Bo Sinclair X FEM! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Runaway Reader Comes Home. Abuse. Canon Dark Themes. Threatening With A Gun. Threat Of Death. Hitting. Blood. Promise Of Future Pain.

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"You're Stuck."

You’ve been away for a long time, way too long, and you hadn’t meant to be away for such a long while, honest! It was just meant to be a short break away, a vacation of sorts and then…

Well.

You kept coming up with excuses to not come back, just one more thing to do, a few more days here and there, somehow months have slipped by, the hole in your chest is massive and unignorable now. Ambrose, for better or worse, is your home, you’ve accepted that, it took time, but now you have. 

You had gotten too in your head, tried to convince yourself that loving the life you had carved out, that loving the three human living inhabitants of the now ghost town was wrong, not normal, that you should want for something different. 

Something had felt wrong, but turns out it was in you, not in Ambrose, running away from yourself never, ever works, no matter where you go, there you are. 

The voice in the back of your head was not your own, it was the one of the bullshit society feeds a person from the minute they can comprehend language, the one that tells you what to think and feel, the status quo to follow. It took some doing to realize all this, that you need to let go of what other people think, the opinions of others who have no baring on your life are petty, stupid, and should be abandoned. That old saying flits through your mind, “If they aren’t paying your bills pay them no mind.” Good words to live by. 

It is better to live wholly and authentically the way you wish to, rather than to bend to the pressure, contort in ways that threaten to break you clean in half if you engage in them long term.

Now you are headed back, it has been too much time, all your belongings, or the ones you cared about enough to bring is shoved in the back of your car as you drive to the place not on any map. You are nervous, the feeling grows as you get closer, knuckles paling from how intensely you grip the wheel, your bones ache. The radio is playing a song that you aren’t paying attention to, it isn’t working to drown out the thoughts. 

Maybe turning up the volume will work? You muse, fingers find the knob, cranking it louder, it doesn’t work. Thoughts wander, wondering if the boys have missed you like you have missed them.

Once you had reached the road that will lead you into town, you park, the drive had taken nearly all day, you go to the bathroom off in the grass and then once done, you sit on the hood of your car. You packed food, not just for the trip but for them, they don’t get out of Ambrose as often as they should, you have coolers packed with things for the deep freeze, meats, popsicles and ice cream, frozen vegetables by the bagful and all manner of things.

You’ve also dragged along eggs, cheese, milk, as well as dry goods. No matter the time you had been gone, you remember the boy's favourite things and brought them. Part of it is to set up the kitchen that has surely become stripped in your absence, the other part is in hopes of smoothing things over. 

You hadn’t told them you were leaving. You just did. 

What were you about to walk into? Surely they would be upset, perhaps so upset that they would hurt you? Kill you? All these options have been poured over, you had thought about it so much, to death, it had made you sick, but you had decided no matter what, you needed to do this. 

Ambrose was home, would it still be your home by today’s end, would you be welcomed in? Or be back out in the cold?

You wanted to be back there more than anything, even if it spelt your end. Resolutely you had chosen to die in that town, whether that is today or next week or fifty years or more from now doesn’t matter. You force as much food down as you can before you dust yourself off and then get up and back into your car. 

The rest of the drive is short, you were very close, Ambrose is as empty as it always was, your car crawling up the main road. You look out the windshield at the familiar houses and shops that you have seen in your dreams, night after night, Bo’s truck isn’t parked in front of the gas station, he must be up at the house. 

It was the only logical place to go, so you head there, Lester’s truck is parked out front, next to Bo’s just like you predicted, you park in the usual spot that you always did when you had still lived here. The conversation needs to happen first, they might not want a thing to do with you and want you gone, if you know you are staying then you can unpack the car. 

You open the door and get out, it closes, as quietly as you can manage, and you head towards the door, wiping your hands on your pants as you approach the door. Your hand closes on the handle which gives you a grounding point to stop the shake of your hands, and it is unlocked. It opens easily, the hinges squeak, and you suck in a harsh breath through your teeth. You step inside, and the boards creak, the door is still open, you can’t bring yourself to close it, coming into the living room, the place is a wreck, covered in ample dust and dirt, the coffee table is a cluttered mess. 

It makes you sad to see. 

The first thing you hear is the sound of ceramic hitting tile, a crash that rings out, eyes flick up to the sound, you see Lester standing there, in the doorway of the kitchen, standing there, staring, mouth open. One of his hands is holding a plate with the beginnings of what looks to be a sandwich on it, the other hand is open, between his work boot clad feet is the shattered remnants of what you think is a cup.

The next sound you hear is the faint wafting of classical music from below, cutting out harshly, followed by a door opening upstairs and heavy footfalls, thundering towards and then down the stairs. The stomps that lead up from the basement are similar, it sounds like a stampede in the house.

Bo is standing midway down the stairs, one hand on the railing, the other gripping his shot gun when his eyes land on you, Vincent follows in short order, the door bangs open, and then he is standing at the top of the basement steps.

It is like everything stops for a very long moment, your mouth opens, but nothing comes out, because what could begin to explain all this? What would ever be good enough.

Then it is all set back in motion, Bo is asking what you think is, “Th’fuck you think you're doin’?” and making his way further down the stairs towards you. Vincent is in front of you, hands signing so quickly it is hard to discern what he is trying to get across, but you get the gist, his thoughts are similar to his brother’s. Lester is saying nothing. 

Bo barks out loud enough that everything stops again, “You really got nothin’ to say?!”

A weak laugh, your shoulders slump, eyes find the floor, uttering quietly, “What is there to say?”

“Ha!” Bo’s hand that isn’t occupied with the gun is thrown up, “Rich! You fuck off for months, and then what? Sweep back in with nothin’ to say! Like we are supposed to?-” 

You continue to say nothing, a matching set with Lester, you muse. 

“-Just accept you back?” Bo finishes. 

The question is uttered angry, bitter, and in spite of all of this, the amount of heat on you, the ferocity, you are happy to see them. 

You finally look back up and speak, louder, clearly and emboldened, “If you don’t want me here, I’ll go.” 

“Fuck that! Not yet, not till I hear the whole sorry story.” Bo bites back and Vincent is nodding in agreement, you can see Lester behind him, he’s come closer and asks, “Why’d you leave?”

Your hands wring nervously, and you begin to explain, “It was just meant to be a vacation, wanted to go see some family, some friends, do things that aren’t uhm available here, I got caught up, months slipped by-” 

“Oh what a luxury, for months to just ‘slip by’ away from us, so unbothered.” Bo scoffs, he adjusts the gun in his grip, it still isn’t pointed at you, a good sign. 

“I was bothered! I was!” You insist, Vincent cuts in, you watch his hands intently, “How can we believe that? You still left in the first place.”

It comes out angrier than you mean, “I’m sorry! I am, I am so fucking sorry, I never should have left in the first place, I shouldn’t, it wasn’t worth it!” 

A deep inhale before you continue, pressing onwards, “You know why I am back? Because when I was away, it hit me like a truck, this is home!” You throw your hands out to the sides as if to illustrate the point, “Nowhere else is, or can even come close, you three fucking assholes are my home.” 

That quiets all the questions, seems to snuff out some of the anger, it is like a bucket of ice water has been dropped on everybody at once. 

It was like this was never a possibility for the three of them, even after all this time. 

“I thought about you all the time, I dreamt of this house, I tried and tried fucking hard to put this out of my mind because-” You laugh, a bit manic before speaking again, “-this is crazy! It’s nuts that this is what I apparently want, months apart could not sever the connection, this want, it scooped me out so badly that I came back ready for any outcome because the idea of not spending the rest of my life here, however much of it is left, was…” 

A small sigh as you finish, “Unthinkable.”

“Unthinkable.” Lester mumbles the one word, as if in disbelief, and Vincent’s face is as unreadable as it always is behind the mask, his body language is not quite as tense, he interjects with a question, “You are being serious?” 

A firm nod, totally sure. Bo asks one more question, “Did you tell anyone about Ambrose or us?” 

Brows furrow, and you shake your head, “God no, never! When asked, I just said I had been road tripping around the country.” 

A collective exhale by the group is released, seemingly all happy to hear this.

“Funny thing how this is going to work out.” Bo breathes out, a questioning look, he speaks up, “S’ real sweet, nice that you think this is home, cuz you aren’t leaving ever again.” 

The shot gun is cocked and placed against his shoulder to brace it, and Lester protests, “Don’t!” Vincent takes a step back, hands up and Bo says very loudly, “M’ not gonna fuckin’ kill her! Jesus.” 

“Then what are you doing?” Lester asks, frantic and Bo levels a look at you, eyes crawl up the length of you from shoes to your head, “You think she is just gonna move back into her old room like nothin’s wrong? So she can leave again and put all this in jeopardy? She didn’t say anythin’ the first time, but who's to say she won’t if she flies off again?”

Lester and Vincent have nothing to say to that, you get the sense they agree, so Bo continues, “No! Fuck that Lester! She thinks this is home? She is gonna have to prove how much she loves it here, earn her way back up an’ she ain’t gonna have the option of leaving.” 

Lester backs off, shrinking against Bo’s righteous anger, he glances at you, there is something harder in his look, you know he must have been severely hurt by you leaving without a goodbye. You had spent your last night in his bed, had left when he was passed out, no note, just gotten into the car with your meagre belongings and disappeared, thinking of his reaction twists your heart with anguish. 

“Turn around.” Bo commands, and you do so, hands up in surrender, and you feel the gun poke into your back, he doesn’t need to tell you where he is going to take you. Back outside, it’s near dark, you come down the steps, you speak only to tell him, “The coolers are packed with food I brought for you all.” 

That makes Bo stop, and so you do too. You hear him call, “Vin, Les, come on, unpack her car.” 

The door opens, and you are nudged with the barrel to continue, you remove the keys from your pocket and with a look over your shoulder you toss the keys back to Lester who catches them. 

The walk down to the gas station is long and quiet for the duration, you are brought into the station, and you walk down the stairs, once in the room you and Bo first got to truly know each other the gun drops. “Get on the mattress.” 

You do so without complaint, sitting with your hands neatly folded in your lap. “Shoes off.” Bo commands.

A firm nod as you remove them, he comes over and a pair of familiar cuff with a long chain is pulled out, one is secured to your wrist, another to your ankle, they are fixed to the wall, he knocks the shoes much too far for you to reach. You expect him to do something extreme, yell some more, beat you, use your body, who knows. Instead, he remains kneeling, at your eye level, he looks at you, long and considering before he speaks, “It ain’t gonna be easy you know.” 

A bob of your head in response, paired with a soft, “I know.” 

He all but spits out, “I mean it, M’ gonna try to make you regret coming back.” 

You know that he means it. Bo continues, “I dunno what it is, but something broke when you left, the only reason I didn’t kill you yet is M’ hoping you can fix it by being around again, but if you prove to be more trouble than your worth, don’t think I’ll save your ass again.” 

And you know he means that too. Your leaving must have hurt Bo a great deal, and surely Vincent too, it was thoughtless and selfish, callous, to deepen an already existing wound of his, fracture his trust, abandon him. You deserve all this rough treatment and more, but you will convince them you deserve a place here, that you are contrite, no matter how long it takes, even if it spells the death of you. 

“I’d expect nothing less.” You are honest when you say it. You think how cooperative you are being bothers him, at least that is the conclusion you draw when his hand connects with your face so hard you taste blood. He gets up and is staring down at you, hands on his hips, jaw set, he tells you, “I had to get one in, won’t be the last, trust me.”

You smile with eyes turned upwards and bloody teeth and respond to those last two words, “With my life.” 

He laughs, genuinely, you’ve missed the sound. “God, you’re fuckin’ nuts, you know that? Damn stupid too.” 

You know that intimately as well. He turns to leave, his hand on the light switch, he said, “Sleep well, tomorrow you got a lot of work to do, the house is fuckin’ filthy.” 

You listen to him leave, and then you are alone. It had been so long since you slept down here, your cheek pulses with pain and heat, but as you fall back onto the sheetless dirty mattress, you smile, even though it aches. You are happy to be home, confident that even with the long hard road ahead, this is the right decision. At least it is for you.

[stupendouspizzacomputer]

INSANITY (Hellaverse x Isekai Male reader) BIO:

Name: Y/N L/N (Maleprotag/Maleprotagonist)

Eye color: (E/C)

Hair color: (H/C)

Race: Human

Country of birth: USA

New Home: Hell

Gender: Bisexual

Weapons:

-Spear (Transformers/Transformers one/Transformersprime)

-Twin swords

-One dagger

Age: 19

Like: Taylor Swift's music, videogames, movies, ice cream, hot dogs, pizza, protect his friends and family, Painting, Radio Broadcasts, Sabrina capenter's photos, Sculpture, bread, writing on ao3/art of our own, embroiderying, birds, feeling cozy, cozycore, autumn/fall, Winter, cosplay, hippo, handmade's works, watercolor, Spooky season, Bats, Bat, Fairycore, writers, Dropout's shoes, Traditional art, Halloween, art history, Plush, football, classical music, North Carolina, Drawtober, biology, writing on Nanowrimo, playing with Rpg games, book quotes, inktober 2024, Inktober, Short Story, Climate change, Dancing with the stars, Trans right, Grandmacore, Florida, Germany, Japan, Crochet, Northern Lights, Gouache, going to the library, Columbus day, Indigenous peoples day, Knitting, Plushblr, Cyberpunk, scifi, swifties, mtg, the eras tour, Black and White Photography, Zoology, Pusheen, 3dmodeling, blender3d, animation, chaggie, Mark rothko, memes, sketchbook, original Photographers, Incorrect quotes, Photographers on tumblr, Peru, writing prompt, april fools, Boop, Boop o meter, baseball, pumpkins, Gaza, Palestine, Free Gaza, Free Palestine, Gaza Strip, November 5th, South Corea, Pennsylvania, the sound of music, Farmcore, Christmas, Newyear, Webfishing, studyblr, Entomology, Originaldesign, Foryoupage, november, 5th november, gl2, gl2mv, Gachamusicvideo, Gachaanimation, baby, baby deer, babydeer, anime, asmr, asmrsounds, capcut, my, drawing, oc, fyp, swapau, sketches, movie, moviescenes, sketchbook, Nature Photography, Hazbin fanart, hazbin hotel comic, hazbin hotel headcanon, hazbin hotel fanfiction, animationtest, adobeanimation, Trending, rocknroll, acdc, music, virale, live, film, odderic, menswear, cinema , octopus, Shakespeare, reproductive rights, affection, infatuation, pet, poetry, cityscapes, gatti, cats, mensfashion, animals, food, falling leaves, vivziepophazbinhotel, gaming, cold, Trolledit, curiosità, this Hazbin hotel au, musical, tweening, manga, comedy, itsanimetime, animeshorts, animeedit, animefights, animemoments, ocstory, ocs, originalcharacter, Crunchyroll, Playstation, Tophits, Qsmp videos, Freeyoutubemovies, Fullfreemovies, Skytv, hh, Hazbintots, Shugo mafia, Storywa, Storywibu, vevocertified, Royalalberthall, Aquickone, Angelengine, 12Daysofnerdout, Officialtrailer, Horror

Dislike: Pedophiles, Rapers, gangsters, killers, Drug dealers, someone who hurt his friends and his new family, Hurricane Milton, Hurricane Helene, Israel, being abandoned, Psychological torture, being a Humanpet, Verbalese, scaryvibes

Friends: Blitzo (Stolitz), Moxxie (Moxxiehelluvaboss) , Loona, Stolas (Stolitz), Octavia, Millie (Helluva Millie) , Fizzarolli, Vortex, Bill Cipher, Deadpool, Wolverine, Ford Pines, Dan howell/Daniel howell, Phil Lester, mimzy, Sirpentious (Hazbinhotelsirpentious), egg boys

Harem: Velvette, Verosika/Verosikamayday, Josh, Coco, Apple, Kat, Milky, Kiki, Ace, Charlie (chaggie), Vaggie (hazbinhotelvaggie/Vaggie hazbin hotel/chaggie), Emily, Monika, Sayori, Yuri, Natsuki, Desire (possessive behaviour towards Y/N), Missheed,

Family: Alastor (1st Father Figure), Asmodeus (Uncle Figure), Mammon (Uncle Figure), Beelzebub (Aunt figure), Husk (Radiohusk/Huskdust) (Older Brother Figure), Angel dust (hazbinhotelangeldust/huskdust) (Older Brother Figure), Lucifer (Hazbinhotellucifer) (Uncle Figure), Niffty (Little sister figure) (Niffty hazbin hotel/Hazbin hotel niffty/Nifty), Carmilla/Carmilla Carmine (Mother Figure), Rosie (Aunt Figure), Missi Zilla (Older sister Figure), Belphegor (Aunt figure), Leviathan (Aunt figure), Satan (Uncle figure)

Enemies: Valentino, Vox, Stella, Striker, Crimson, Adam, Lute, Exorcists, Sera, Cherubins, D.H.O.R.K.S., Andrealphus, Sukuna, Muzan, Crowley, Ferid, Vampires, Heaven, Roo (Roohazbinhotel)

Favourite president: Joe Biden

Favourite Movie's actors: Hugh Jackman, Ryan Reynolds, Evanalmighty, Stevecarell, Morganfreeman, Jimcarrey, Nicolascage, Jorgeriveraherrans, Tracymorgan, Nialong, StevenYeun

Favourite Singers: Taylor Swift, Tommeprofitt SherylLeeRalph, Selenagomez, SamTinnesz, Poormanspoison, Falloutboy, Eminem, Maneskin, Kate/Katebush/Katebushrunningupthathill, TheWho, Icecube

Favourite Studio: Studio Ghibli

Favourite race car driver: Land Norris/Lando norris (F1/Formula 1)

Favourite Tumblr's Fanfictions:

•"My Empress" by @angelfishe

•"Saving You" by @angelfishe

•"You Left Without A Word" by @angelfishe

•"Admiration" by @angelfishe

•"Im A R☆ckstar" by @angelfishe

•"All I Know He Plays Soccer" by @angelfishe

Hobby: artist

Powers:

•Super Speed

•Earth Magic

•Fire Magic

•Immortality

•Holy Magic

•Demonic Magic

•Blood Magic

Skills:

•Mental health

•Zoology

•Science

•Fire Ball

•Eath pillars

•Bloodlust

•Grasp Heart

•Omega Ark

•Divine Judgment

•Summon

•Stealth

•Poison

•Paralyze

•Aura Manipulation

•King of the Thunders (Zeus' Blessing)

•King of the Oceans (Poseidon's Blesssing)

•King of the Dead (Hades' Blessing)

•King of the Sun (Apollo's Blessing)

•Queen of Wisdom (Athena's Blessing)

•Queen of family and Marriage (Hera's Blessing)

•Divine Intervention

•Demonic transformation

•Angelic transformation

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His Army (Military):

-Generals (Genshin Impact/Genshin/Genshinimpact/Hoyocreators/Genshin_Impact_asmr/Genshintok/Genshinpeng/Genshinlore/Genshinimpact52):

•Pierro

•Il Dottore

•Columbina

•Arlecchino (2nd Father Figure)

•Pulcinella

•Scaramouche

•Sandrone

•La Signora

•Pantalone

•Tartaglia/Childe

•Il Capitano

•Crucabena

-Liutenants (Mcyt/Dream smp/Minecraft/Evbo/Mineblr/Dsmp/Life series):

•Dream

•Technoblade

•GeorgeNotFound

•Wilbur

•Philza

•Tommyinnit

•Jack Manifold

-Soldiers (Team Fortress 2/TF2/TF2SFM/TF2ANIMATION):

•20 000 Soldier

•10 000 Scout

•3000 Pyro

•2000 Medic

•12 000 Engineer

•12 000 Minisentry

•1000 Sniper

•4000 Demoman

•5000 Heavy

•1000 Spy

-Elite Soldiers (Cotl/Cult of the Lamb):

•Leshy: Bishop of Chaos

•Heket: Bishop of Famine

•Kallamar: Bishop of Pestilence

•Shamura: Bishop of Knowledge and War

•Narinder: Bishop of Death

-Commanders (Homestuck):

•Karkat Vantas

•Dave Strider

-Y/N's secret army (Baldur's gate 3/Bg3):

•2000 Death knights

•3000 Barbarians

•100 Bards

•300 Clerics

•1000 Druids

•4000 Fighters

•2000 Monks

•200 Paladins

•300 Rangers

•1000 Rogues

•300 Sorcerers

•400 Warlock

•128 Wizards

•310 Shamans

•167 Mages

•1987 Specialist Mages

•458 Wild Mages

•2456 Thieves

-Airforce (Pokemon/Pokemonscarlet/Pokemonviolet/Pokemonscarletandviolet/Pokemonsong):

•3000 Beedrills

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Gods who have blessed Y/N:

•Zeus (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga/PercyJacksonandthe/Olympians/Epicthemusical/Vengeancesaga/Epicedit) (Pagan)

•Poseidon (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga/PercyJacsonandthe/Olympians/Epicthemusical/Vengeancesaga/Epicedit) (Pagan)

•Hades (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga/PercyJacksonandthe/Olympians/Epicthemusical/Vengeancesaga/Epicedit) (Pagan)

•Apollo (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga/PercyJacksonandthe/Olympians/Epicthemusical/Vengeancesaga/Epicedit) (Pagan)

•Athena (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga/PercyJacksonandthe/Olympians/Epicthemusical/Vengeancesaga/Epicedit) (Pagan)

•Hera (Kaos/Netflix/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Epic the Ithaca Saga/PercyJacksonandthe/Olympians/Epicthemusical/Vengeancesaga/Epicedit) (Pagan)

[the-slasher-madame]

Can you pretty please do a part 2 of the slashers with a significant other like Eleven from stranger things? I love the first one so very much 🥺🥰❤️

Part II of slashers and an S/O with powers like Eleven from Stranger Things

HI!!!! I'd love to dear <3333

This is honestly really popular!!!! And thank y'all for bearing with me and my lack of a schedule, my brain is a bit of a walnut. Anyways!!!! Here we go

CWs: blood, mentions of violence and gore, slashers, Otis Driftwood, let me know if I'm missing anything!!

Lester Sinclair: you are so right, this man is freaking the fuck out. If you pass out? He's right next to you, Vinny is going to have to take care of the both of you. Will get advice from Vincent on how to take care of you. Definitely crosses himself the first time you use your powers, but he's not really scared of you, just the whole supernatural piece freaks him out. Will, like his older brother, will have a little aftercare kit ready to go. He'd damn near fistfight Bo if he asks you to do anything as a party trick or to help with the tourists. Absolutely babies you, and cuddles you, and is just the softest boy ever. Loves you very much and is always just making heart eyes at you

Billy Lenz: I feel like he'd be really excited and think it's the neatest thing ever. I think he's still childlike, especially when it comes to you doing shit with your mind. I think he'd worry when your nose bled, because he's probably had a few himself due to less-than-pleasant reasons, so he would gently clean it away while murmuring. "Sh sh sh, Billy will clean piggy's nose. Billy will be very gentle." He would not appreciate the effect your powers can have on telephones, because he really likes that thing lolz. First time you do it, particularly if he didn't know, he's gonna be kinda scared and pretty excited and babbling on quite a bit (I fucking LOVE how everyone writes how it talks, it scratches my brain grooves really good). Will drag you to the attic if you pass out and hold and rock you until you wake up. Quietly mumbles to you and pets your hair. 10/10 sweet excited lil kid

Billy and Stu (poly): oh boy, I think we allllll know how these 2 are gonna be. . . Both will tease you endlessly. Stu will beg you to do tricks and will randomly imitate you (really badly, using like fishing poles to make things float). Billy will just tease you anyways, no matter what, and he'll try to keep Stu in line so you don't overdo it. They both get a little freaked when you get the nosebleeds, Billy will be cleaning you up and be like "you should be more careful, huh Professor X?" Stu is gonna be less chill and more freaked and feel kinda bad, particularly the first time you get a nosebleed. If you pass out? Ohhhh boy, you will wake up to them standing over you yelling at each other. Stu is like wailing and so so scared and Billy is like "get your ass together damn it, go get the first aid kit I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY NEED JUST LISTEN TO ME DUMBASS-" Just pure freaked out mother hens. Would feel like they're in a horror movie when they find out, not quite scared, but maybe startled.

Pyramid Head: No reaction from Geometry man, none. Would probably think you're another punisher lol. I mean he's used to weird shit, and blood, and passing out. He's a little startled when he sees it all at first, but I think he would be more comfortable after finding out, I think he'd feel more like he can relate to you. Is also more relieved because he sees you aren't entirely helpless in Silent Hill. He doesn't freak out if you bleed/pass out, just drags you out of the way if you're unconscious. May need to be asked if you need help cleaning up the blood, he's just so used to having blood all over himself and seeing blood all over everyone/thing else. I just don't think he is familiar with anything from outside of Silent Hill, people (and geese) included.

Otis Driftwood: another one that is terrified. He's gonna go through every reaction that the Hewitt's went through lol. He's terrified, he think's Satan is finally after him, he's just a mess. Might point a shotgun at you until you explain you're A) not going to hurt him and 2) not Satan. More tough love, he's like "oh a nose bleed? That's it? you're fiiine." Would freak if you passed out, but he would never let you know that (Baby would fill you in and laugh a bit with you). Will ask you to help with victims, but is understanding if you don't want to use your powers or are uncomfortable with the Firefly Family Business. After the first time you pass out, he'll be soft when y'all are going to sleep that night. Holds you close and whispers in your ear about how worried he was.

Pinhead: just like Pyramid Head, but I think he's more with it when it comes to knowing that nosebleeds and fainting aren't super good things (he was human at one point, right? I think he sort of remembers but not like entirely). Also feels a little closer to you after he sees you have powers, cause hey so does he, ain't that swell- Would probably also smirk a bit while you bleed. Feels more comfortable having you in his little corner of hell, around his fellow cenobites, like he likes knowing you can hold your own. Feels unpleasant when you pass out, but will make sure you wake up in a soft bed, feeling refreshed and with whatever you need awaiting you. He cares, but is a bit distant and that shows through in how he takes care of you (definitely thinks you can handle your nosebleeds yourself, will not clean you off or baby you unless you lose consciousness).

That's the rest of them!!! I really hope you like it <33333

[whiskehorange]

Spooky Nights - 24 Hour Fears! (2022)

A Halloween Special! Only one of the most important nights in horror, how could I not! I’m taking this into a more comedic and lighthearted way, making this as fun as possible for you!

I know I've skipped 2 whole years with this but I think from now on I'm going to try to keep up with All the major holidays from here on out!

Have a Happy & Spooky Halloween kiddos!

Jason

His Fear: Small Rodents

How Its Handled: You're saying you want to witness the absolute most gut wrenching and haywire seen with a deadman and a bunch of rodents trapped in the same room for 24 hours? It looks like a cartoon tornado with machetes, arms, and small furry legs sticking out of the sides. Jason is the elephant to their mice and he's going to be climbing up walls to get away from them the entire night. Notice how you haven't seen a single squirrel in his forrest 🤔

Does He Survive: It's a close call, check his pulse- oh... wait.

Michael

His Fear: His food touching

How Its Handled: The small metallic trays. The silent lunchrooms. The monitors. The cold cafeteria floors. The slop of food on his tray, that was the only thing the ward ever did right; section his food. Who knows what would have happened to the lunch ladies if they but his green beans on his mashed potatoes. You're going to need the heaviest restraints you have when you serve his food looking like one single clump of grease on that plate. Get him a god damn stack of ZooPals

Does He Survive: Absolutely, but whoever's serving him doesn't

Freddy

His Fear: Astral Projection

How Its Handled: What's worse than him seeing what you're dreaming about? Seeing that you're the only controlling it. You sick fucks dream of the most god awful things he's ever seen he feels the need to take vacations from the sights he's seen. You're able to almost stand toe to toe with him when he attempts to terrorize him. Power addict much?

Does He Survive: He'll be fine, he'll suck it up but god does it tire him to sit and watch you guys make out with fictional men and kill your family members.

Thomas

His Fear: Bugs, but mainly the roaches.

How Its Handled: Much like Jason, he's the elephant and the roaches are the mice. Tommy just about has the worst breakdown he's ever had stuck in the barn full of roaches on the rotten meat. Normally he's alright with a few here and there on the meat he's getting rid of but more than 3? Absolutely not. He looks like he's breaking it down on the dance floor with all the swatting and stepping he's doing. You should hear the crunches.

Does He Survive: He think he's dead and gone

Billy & Stu

Their Fear: Their sexuality

How Its Handled: Billy's toxic masculinity will catch up with him eventually, this challenge is just like spending a whole day with Stu and Stu only and for Stu just spending it with Billy. These two are a walking contradiction that share two brain cells every other day and don't realize that they radiate the same energy. Billy is constantly suppressing his thoughts and that's why he's a killer. Angry closeted cis white men are a dangerous force let alone TWO OF THEM WHO JUST NEED TO MAKE OUT ALREADY

Does He Survive: Just wait until Billy finds out he's in the closet with you all

Norman

His Fear: Loud Noises

How Its Handled: Norman is a chihuahua on the Fourth of July: shaking with no thoughts and crying. You should seen him every New Years shut away in his house with the entire room blacked out and everything you can imagine on and running to drown out any noise. Having to sit and just listen to balloons popping and alarms is going to make him crawl up in the fetal positions covering his ears and screaming to drown it out

Does He Survive: Let him pop some Paxil and he'll survive

Hannibal

His Fear: Germaphobe warning!!

How Its Handled: You want to see a man scrubbing his skin off and bleaching away his own senses in an endless loop? It's like watching a man on the verge of life or death if he doesn't make a room spotless (that's actually exactly what this is). This is the most unprofessional you will ever see him and probably the only time you will ever see him sweat bullets. He doesn't even get this nervous when someones onto him about his... diet.

Does He Survive: Hannibal? Yes. His Fingertips? No

Bo

His Fear: Rejection

How Its Handled: Bo needs to get laid and he thinks he's entitled to it. You put him in a room full of people and NO ONE wants to get with him? Bo no longer has an ego and will make it known with his salty little 'tude. God forbid he thinks it may have something to do with his personality or the way he speaks to and about people, no no no it's all you guys are you suck.

Does He Survive: He throws a little fit, but ignore him and he'll get up eventually

Vincent

His Fear: Cats

How Its Handled: They're fine from a distance far far away from Ambrose. Vincent would absolutely be a cat and a kitten person if he wasn't slightly allergic and they weren't filled with spite. Watching those demons get hair everywhere and lie all over his sketches and get cat hair in every single thing he has ever made? He's mortified

Does He Survive: He's puffy, but he lives to see another day.

Lester

His Fear: Chainmail

How Its Handled: It's like that one episode of Spongebob where Patrick's being told to "Get outta town!" and he thinks someone is going to show up to his shack and murder him. He doesn't even have a phone but you send him a bunch of mail directly and a bunch of emails to the family computer and get Bo to convince him that these are real and he'll be on the look out for the man that's supposed to show up at the foot of his bed tonight.

Does He Survive: He will, but he'll be on edge for a year until he's certain they won't be able to find him if he's constantly moving

Brahms

His Fear: Vegetables

How Its Handled: Be deadass with me and tell me he wouldn't throw a complete fucking tantrum if you but a few pieces of broccoli with his dinner and made him eat it. This is a man child who will never in the life of him eat something green that isn't candy or maybe even a drink. Brahms has the nose of a hound dog so don't think you can even slip something into his food without him knowing and calling you a dirty liar and traitor

Does He Survive: You might not having to pick him up off of the floor after his countless meltdowns

Asa

His Fear: Dairy

How Its Handled: ow tummy hurty ploorp oh god plffft brrrrmpt oh no pfft sploosh grrgle

Does He Survive: It burns

Pyramid Head

His Fear: Pregnant women

How Its Handled: It grosses him out and he's not scared of anything in this entire world besides the wrath of a pregnant woman and will do anything to stay out of their way. He can small the little shit in there and the pheromones radiating out of yall. What's worse, Pyramid Head himself or a pre-school on a week day? He knows what his answer is.

Does He Survive: Financially? Not if it's his

Pinhead

His Fear: Hand sanitizer/Rubbing alcohol

How Its Handled: At first it's pretty good, kinda smells good and makes his skin kinda glossy, it's great. But then... it goes into his eyes and bit and into his silly little pinholes. The first sting catches him off guard but it's nice, he thinks. Then it burns and burns and burn and it keeps burning. His impulses has finally gotten to the best of him when he's on the ground suffering from too much pleasure and as stiff as a board, overstimulated to the max as it takes 30 entire minutes to just dry the first coat.

Does He Survive: Not an enjoyable experience at all, at least not for a whole 24 hours

[annoyingcinephile]

otis aesthetic :)

[aggravatetheaxe]

Hey! Saw your post and saw you said you were upsettie spaghetti so I wanted to cheer you up!

Slashers who stop everything they’re doing because their “My S/O needs me” senses are tingling and go to their rescue to comfort their angry s/o?

I was hoping to come up with A way for you to get your emotions out through your writing- 😅

Hope you feel better! 🖤

I've never done a post in this style before so hopefully I do okay! I think I covered pretty much all the slashers I write for so far (I didn't do Billy Lenz because I still need to read the novelization). I may have gone way overboard, so if I do these in the future, I'll probably just pick a few instead of doing the whole roster 😅 (or you can pick for me). But doing this much work did distract me!

Above the cut:

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Included below the cut:

Michael Myers (OG)

Jason Voorhees

Leslie Vernon

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba Sawyer

Brahms Heelshire

Erik ("The Phantom")

Deacon Billings (OC Ghostface)

Courtney Dwayne Delmont (OC slasher)

Kathleen Montgomery (OC slasher)

Masterlist

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Bo Sinclair

Despite being autistic, Bo is very in tune with peoples auras and body language. He has to be to manipulate and deceive people with any modicum of success. He's trained himself when it comes to these things; even besides masking or manipulation, he needed to be keenly aware of when his parents were in Bad Moods so he could either avoid them or prepare himself.

The mood he's probably best at when it comes to this, for those reasons, is anger. He can smell anger a mile away. So if you're fuming, you better believe he notices.

At first he's annoyed and will demand to know what your problem is. He's not a very tolerant person, and he can be a bit of a hypocrite. He's allowed to have big, messy feelings, but when it comes to others having big, messy feelings ... he's not so comfortable with that. He gets overwhelmed.

Once he realizes that this is more than an attitude problem, he'll take it much more seriously. And assuming you're not mad at him, he'll want the rundown on the whole situation from beginning to end. He wants all the dirt.

He'll let you rant, and honestly, he'd think you being this angry (when it's not directed at him, but even still sometimes) is kind of sexy. And don't expect him to shut his mouth, either; he'll be ranting right along with you, affirming you and insulting whomever/whatever you're angry about.

He doesn't wanna cuddle. He genuinely thinks you can't cuddle anger away. He'll put on some loud-ass music and let you vent your frustration however you prefer. Maybe suggest a long drive down to the lake or into town or just ... picking a direction and going. He has fantasies of running away from his anger sometimes. He knows how it is.

Depending on what you're angry about, it could definitely get to the point where he's angrier about the situation than you are. And if it really hurt you, he will not let it go as long as he lives. The best he will ever do is maintain a grudging neutrality or distance from the person/situation that made you angry.

He's very protective. If you're angry at someone you need to maintain a relationship with, you're going to have to keep an eye on Bo to make sure he doesn't deliver revenge for you behind your back. If it's something he can solve, he'll do it, so if you don't want him running his mouth, watch him.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent is in the same boat as Bo when it comes to sensing auras, though his handle on body language and facial expressions is not as keenly honed. While Vincent was not physically abused as brutally or as often as Bo, this wasn't because of some sterling quality he had that Bo lacked. He was always The Good One because he saw what his parents did to The Bad One and knew he needed to protect himself. He tried not to do anything that might provoke his parents.

You can feel anger before a fight like you smell ozone before a storm. Vincent is attuned to the feeling not just because of his parents but because of Bo's temper, too. Because of this, like Bo, he can very accurately sense anger in particular.

His initial reaction is to observe you, gauging if you need time to cool off. If you need space, Vincent is the Sinclair for you. He's used to being quiet and deflecting and riding out anger.

However, once he realizes that your anger is not directed at him or isn't explosive enough to become a problem for him, he's concerned. Rather than asking what happened, he will ask if you're okay, and leave it up to you whether you'll tell him about it or not.

If you vent, he'll sit and listen patiently, maybe even thoughtfully working on a sculpture while you rant. He's not judgemental and he can be very emotional himself, so you could say the most ridiculous, dramatic things and he wouldn't even bat an eye. Let out all your messy, destructive thoughts and feelings. Just try not to throw or punch anything; that's when he shuts down.

If you decide you just want comfort, or decide you need comfort after ranting, art is his first suggestion. It may seem cold to you at first, that his instinct isn't to hold you or kiss you but rather to redirect you to a project - once you got to know him, however, you'd know that's his most genuine way to show he cares. Redirecting to something creative calms him down more than platitudes ever could, and he wants that for you. He's nonjudgmental about the art you create as well, even if it's objectively terrible. It's not about the quality.

He won't turn you down if you need physical affection, however. His twin is extremely tactile, so it wouldn't be the first time he held someone after a breakdown. He prefers to do this if he's certain you won't lash out physically, but if you were in a really bad way and needed to be touched, he'd do it regardless.

Lester Sinclair

Lester witnessed his parents' anger, but it was usually indirectly; if Bo was the Bad One and Vincent was the Good One, he was the Overlooked One. He's not a perfect person, probably not even a good person, but of the three brothers, he's the most normally socialized. He isn't trained to be tuned into everyone's every shifting mood in order to survive.

It takes Lester a little longer to pick up on your anger than his brothers, but not too much longer. It takes him a couple tries at trying to talk to you or get your attention before he realizes something is really wrong.

His first reaction is to get upset. He soaks up emotions like a little sponge, so he's suddenly cranky, too. He also jumps to conclusions and assumes that you're angry with him, and he does not take rejection well. He might be bitter and passive aggressive. You being angry just makes him want to go in another room and not be around you, and yet at the same time, he wants your reassurances. It's messy and sad.

Once he realizes - either through observing you or through you communicating with him - that you're mad at another person or situation, then he'll feel comfortable enough to approach you and ask you about it. You'll definitely need to reassure him that you're not mad at him though.

If you wanna rant, he'll take you on a long drive and let you vent your heart out to him. He won't be quite as aggressive as Bo, but he'll be on your side, frowning with disapproval, telling you "Ya can't fix stupid." If you want only comfort or need comfort after venting, he feels much more equipped for that. He'll put something relaxing in the VHS or let you play his old Super Nintendo, get you a beer, just let you chill out. And he'll let you win at Doctor Mario.

If the situation is something really serious, you best believe he'll be talking to his brothers about it the second he gets a chance. He may be a sweet guy, but he can be real nasty, and he doesn't fuck around when it comes to you. You might have to keep an eye out to make sure he doesn't tell someone off or punch out someone's lights.

Michael Myers (OG)

In 1978, Michael is not very in tune with any emotions besides fear, and even then he only really understands it in an abstract way, as his condition and upbringing haven't really been conducive to him learning about emotions. Unless you're screaming in terror, have tears running down your face, or are shouting angrily, he really can't read your moods. Without any obvious change to how you normally act or look, there's a huge chance he might just not notice if you're angry. He spends a lot of time in his own little world.

In 2018, even though he's spent over 50 years institutionalized, Michael has had time to take in the world, and he's seen a lot more. He understands fear much more than he did when he was 21, but what he understands most of all is anger. His anger fuels him. He would pick up on yours right away and be curious, though he wouldn't verbalize it.

If you tell him how you feel, he'll take note of it. If he witnesses you doing something destructive because of your anger, he'll simply observe. He would be fascinated with this thing you're doing, because it's not something you normally do, and though he might not notice emotions, he certainly notices routine and pattern. Either way, you'll have to tell him how you feel, because he'll simply watch you otherwise.

One thing that can be said for Michael is that he's a good listener. He may not internalize everything you say, but he will remember what he thinks is important. You may be surprised; he may remember tiny little details that seem inconsequential to you but loom large in his mind.

Unless you were caused serious physical or mental harm, he would not be angry on your behalf. He would, however, do nothing to assuage your anger. He thinks it would be kinda neat and interesting to see you snap. He's not 100% sure why you don't just do it.

In 1978, he won't be much help beyond listening to you, but he would be curious to see what you do to vent your anger. You may find him by your side more often, observing you. He may also want to find and observe the object of your anger, especially if it's a person. In 2018, he would, in his own way, suggest you solve the problem by murdering someone/something. He's insatiable, but killing is the closest he's ever come to satisfaction. You should try it.

Jason Voorhees

Out of all of the slashers, Jason is the most likely to actually literally sense your anger, especially if you're psychically sensitive/powerful like Tina Shepard. I'm talkin'—assuming you have a pre-established relationship—he'll be doing something else and just get this itch that tells him you're out there somewhere, pissed off.

Obviously this is untenable. As long as he's not super busy or Pamela has other plans, Jason will stomp his way through the woods to get back to you, regardless of the urgency of your anger. If Pamela doesn't approve, well, he'll let a little anger go and assume you're okay. If he suspects you may be in danger, though, he's sprinting regardless of what Mom says. There's time for both things, Ma!

The first thing he'll do when he returns to you is scan your dwelling, then you, making sure nothing is broken. At that point, you'd probably be able to sense his confusion even without him signing. Jason doesn't experience emotions quite like a human anymore, and he's quite tactile besides, so a lack of tangible or visible clues as to why you're upset would trip him up for a second.

He doesn't want to comfort you at first, he wants to know what's wrong. He'll listen to you vent only long enough to understand the situation and identify his target. His immediate next move would be to eliminate the problem. You'll definitely have to hold him back, and it may take a bit of convincing. Earthly consequences don't really apply to him.

Before comfort comes blowing off steam, for you and for him. His first choices would be mangling some trees (you can pretend it's for firewood) or skipping/throwing stones into the lake. You're welcome to join him if those things calm you down; watching him get his stone to skip like 11 times on Crystal Lake may make you feel better, at least.

You might hang out there for hours before he suddenly decides it's time to go home. He'll do what he can to make your comfortable or stay out of your way while you make yourself comfortable, then comfort you as you please. His go-to choice is always foot or hand massages.

Leslie Vernon

Leslie is extremely observant and surprisingly analytical given how silly he is in the day to day. His intuition makes it pretty easy for him to read people, but especially you, since you two are so close. Especially-especially if you're his Survivor Girl (gender neutral term of course). You two are in sync, so he knows if something's up. Maybe even before you fully figure it out.

God, you're so hot when you're angry, you really are. He almost wants to let you scream and holler and go nuts. But he prefers you only get angry like that at him, especially if you're his Survivor Girl, so his first move is to comfort you or talk you down to a place where you can be comforted. He'll speak to you calmly and rationally, reassuring you and touching you if you wanna be touched—on your upper arms or shoulders or face, or with one arm around your back.

He doesn't just want to comfort you, though, he wants to calm you down enough that you can tell him what happened. Even if you claim you don't want to talk about it, he will coax it out of you eventually. He's gotta know what got you so upset. It's his business to know everything about you!

Assuming you're angry at someone/something that isn't him, he'll talk it through with you. If you're upset about an argument with someone, he has the capacity to see it from the other side, but ultimately, he's there for you. He'll let you bitch as much as you want, still touching you, and he'll be disgusted and/or disappointed with the situation.

Above all, though, what he wants is to see you smile again. The only worries on your mind should be the ones he comes up with, and man, he's not even halfway done grooming the next batch of unlucky teenagers. He'd pat your face or touch your hair and tell you to cheer up, and probably defuse the situation with a stupid quip or joke. Take you out somewhere fun, maybe.

Once you were cheered up, he'd humbly suggest you solve your problem with a little murder. "I mean, I know killing's not really your thing—you're really good at it, though, a talent! You know that..." Pause, considering you. "You want me to do it? 'Cause I can clear my schedule for the rest of the night." If you decline, he'd be like "Suit yourself" but may or may not still murder whoever upset you. If you agree, he'd be super excited to make a romantic night of it. His mind would be going a million miles an hour planning everything out.

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy knows anger when he sees it. Not only does he have loads of internalized anger, he's been on the receiving end of it plenty. He's far too large to be scared of anyone in a physical sense anymore, but he's been shouted at countless times. To know when to shut up and do as he's told versus arguing back, he's learned to gauge intensity and direction of anger, and he well knows that anger can be redirected to him.

So, he instantly recognizes your mood, but it might be a while before he approaches you. When he does approach, he'll let you decide what to do, whether that's throwing your arms around him or banging your fists on his chest to vent your anger. You won't hurt him.

Eventually, once you're all hugged or cried or screamed out, he'll wrap his arms around you and give you a reassuring squeeze. There's no need to tell Tommy what's wrong—he won't ask unless you're obviously in serious distress or injured—but if you decide to speak, he'll listen, brows drawn tightly the whole time. He's thoughtful about the situation.

If you're mad at someone in his family, there isn't much he can do for you besides comfort you and assure you that whoever upset you—Hoyt, probably—didn't mean what they said. If you were hurt physically, it would be another story, but his family gets in shouting matches all the time.

Rather than offering help, he'd wait for you to request it of him. Whatever you ask, shy of hurting his family, he will do. Murder someone? No problem. Make you some food? You got it. Bring you a blanket? Sure. Give you some quiet alone time? That's fine, too.

If you need to vent, he's got plenty of ways to get out your frustration. Plenty of farm work to do, or you could work on something around the house with him. He might suggest knitting or sewing or some other handicraft you enjoy. It always makes him feel better to buckle down and use his hands for something.

If you're still preoccupied/upset by the time you two bed down, or heaven forbid the next morning, then he starts taking it more seriously. Something that disturbs you for that long is bad news. He'll watch you carefully the next couple days to see how you're doing, waiting for you to need him for something.

Bubba Sawyer

Like Tommy, Bubba has been on the receiving end of anger many, many times, so he's familiar with what it looks and feels like. Despite his size, he's still susceptible to physical violence at the hands of his loved ones, so he's very wary of anger.

However, he doesn't have a female presence in his life like Luda Mae, who expresses her anger through passive aggression—so, he's more used to shouting and screaming. If you aren't prone to screaming and shouting, it might take a little bit for him to realize you're not just sad or upset, you're angry.

Bubba will be over you. He'd give anyone else their space because he'd be afraid of retaliation, but you're his special person, and he's pretty sure you're not going to hurt him. He'll touch your hair, your arms, your wrists; he'll babble as he tries to figure out what's wrong. He just wants to comfort you and let you know everything is all right.

If it's too much or you're overwhelmed and you snap at him, he'll ease back. He'll blubber like a kicked puppy, but he won't give up. He'll still try to comfort you, just in other ways, such as getting you a comfort item or article of clothing, or maybe some food. And boy will he helicopter.

There's no need to tell Bubba what's wrong. In fact, it might be better if you didn't; if it's something he can't fix, it would do nothing but majorly stress him out. If it was one of his family members who upset you, as with Tommy, he wouldn't be able to do much. Even if you were hurt, he's just not in a position to stand up for you. That fact would absolutely kill him, though. He'd end up getting even more upset than you.

He doesn't know what help to offer you beyond comfort, but like Tommy, if you requested something specific, he'd try to carry out your wishes. He'll also try to cheer you up with some music and dancing, or just being silly like you like.

Need to blow off steam? He's got plenty of coping mechanisms! Bubba's idea of a perfect de-stress session is turning up the radio and getting lost in crafts. He's got lots of supplies, mostly to create clothing and accessories, and you're special, so you can have your pick. A drive and the radio might be nice, too. If neither of those appeal to you, he'll try cooking or baking with you. He loves sharing the kitchen with someone.

If none of that works and you're still upset, be prepared, because he's gonna be an anxious mess until you're better.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is somewhat familiar with other people's anger. He certainly has a whole fountain of internalized anger brewing just beneath the surface, but that's different. He knows that when Mummy is angry, she yells and cries, and when Daddy is angry, he seethes and stews. The former would be obvious to him, but the latter would take him a few minutes to be quite sure about. You're not acting how you usually do. Are you being stern or are you angry? Are you cross with him?

He does not have a lot of empathy for other people, so if your anger gets in the way of his routine or the attention he wants, he'll be irked, cranky, sad. Not necessarily at you—though that is possible—but the situation in which you find yourselves.

Much like Bo, he's allowed to have big, messy feelings, but it makes him uncomfortable and scared when other people have those feelings. He might even hide from you for a while, especially if you screamed and cried.

Once he realizes something is really wrong and you're not mad at him, however, he'll start thinking of ways to cheer you up so things can go back to normal. He hates having his routine interrupted; he's very particular. And he cares for you, so seeing you in distress is very scary and uncomfortable for him.

He'll start by fetching you something you like—something manageable for him like your favorite juice or a sandwich, or if you have a special item or article of clothing, that. He's quite shy, though, and like I said, he'll probably be hiding, so he'll leave it somewhere he knows you'll find it (on the bed, outside your door, on your desk, etc.)

If that doesn't calm you down and your anger is really getting in the way of his routine, or otherwise making him uncomfortable, he'll finally make an appearance. Very bashful and timid at first, using his little boy voice. "What's wrong, Y/N? Did something bad happen?"

If it's something that can't be helped, he'll suggest you do something together to take your mind off it (most likely something he likes to do). He may even be coaxed into taking a walk around the grounds, though he doesn't like to leave the manor at all, so you'd have to convince him. He prefers quiet playtime, maybe some coloring books or loud music to vent your emotions. It would intrigue him to see someone else use his toys to calm down. As long as you recognized he was being very nice, sharing them.

If it was an argument you had with someone, he would want more information. Are they likely to leave you alone, or will they come to the manor? Will he have to deal with them? Because it's scary, but he'll do it for you.

If, for some reason, none of those things work, he may cry or throw a fit. Either way, he'll be frustrated. Adult Brahms may make an appearance and try to help you in more Adult ways.

Erik

Though he lives five cellars beneath an opera house now, Erik hasn't always been entirely reclusive. Even these days, when he can stomach it, he sometimes goes out to see the world. As a younger man, he observed people's lives and moods with a hungry fascination (that has now mostly been replaced by melancholy and longing and bitter anger). Like several of the other slashers here, he's had to train himself to sense fury to protect himself. He's also incredibly wrathful, so you could call him an expert!

He has a very keenly honed sense when it comes to you specifically, since he's watched you so much. He notices the change in your demeanor immediately.

If you know him as the "Angel of Music," his voice will appear to you once you're alone, asking you what's wrong and assuring you you can confide in him—he will insist you tell him, though. "There are to be no secrets between us, Y/N." He will listen without interjection as you vent your heart out, and when you're done, soothe you. Don't let his calming voice deceive you, though; behind that mirror, he's seething, planning to take matters into his own hands.

If you know him as Erik, he will go to you the second he recognizes the shift in your mood and take you from what you're doing, regardless of your wishes. He'll sit you down, kneeling before you with your hands in his, and gaze into your eyes, imploring you to tell him what's wrong. He'll absolutely allow you physical comfort, but he will also absolutely insist you tell. He'll need reassurance that you're not angry at him, because that thought would break his heart.

He will let you vent however you wish. You could have the most dramatic breakdown ever—throwing things, beating your fists on his chest, wailing—and he wouldn't judge you. He would be awfully concerned, though.

Will be 110% on your side. You are his poor little meow meow. "My poor love, my poor Y/N!" He is beside himself with sympathy for you and you only, and is very offended on your behalf.

He will always suggest music as an outlet for your anger, but he will have taken note of your other hobbies and interests as well. He'll fetch your things for you without being asked, as long as it won't separate him from you for very long. If you'd rather just have comfort, that's fine, too. He could hold your hand and caress your face for hours on end under normal circumstances, so no problem there. He may also suggest a little time on the surface, if you normally live in his home. Fresh air will do you both good, he reasons, and he enjoys spending time with you where others can witness it. It fills him with pride and love.

Otherwise, he's at your service for any other soothing activities you need. A calming bath, some sweets, shopping, anything. Perhaps avoid asking for any sexual contact, however. First of all, being asked directly makes him very skittish and nervous; second of all, his method of love-making (when you can coax him) is very intimate and tender, which may be tedious if you're in an angry mood.

Unless the situation is extremely serious or dire, his first priority is making sure you're soothed. Once that duty is fulfilled, however, he is absolutely angrier about it than you are. If it's not that serious, he won't skip straight to killing, if only because he knows it upsets you. He will definitely be writing an extremely strongly worded letter, however. If someone slighted you seriously, they're getting threatened. If someone hurt you physically, they're meeting the Punjab lasso.

Deacon Billings (OC Ghostface)

Deacon definitely knows when people are angry. His step-mom was a passive-aggressive laundry-folder and his dad was a storming out of the house kinda guy; when the two of them were together, they were all hushed but heated arguments at night when they thought he couldn't hear them, or else extremely embarrassing passive-aggressive arguments in public. Growing up, he found himself around a lot of angry people. And there's no shortage of anger in him, either.

So yeah, Deacon knows when people are pissed, and he knows when people are pissed at him. The thing is, he just thinks it's fucking hilarious. He was that kid that would goad peers and teachers just to be an asshole and had virtually no friends as a result. He's a menace on the internet, too: a horrible troll for no reason, stirring the pot even when he doesn't have a stake in the argument. He's trained himself to find people's weak spots so he can strike at them. He does it to make himself feel more in control of his life and his own anger.

So when you're ticked off, he's gonna notice the change immediately. If you made a vent post on social media, he probably knows you're angry before you even see him. He follows all your social media (even if you don't realize it) and checks it constantly. He'd call you out of curiosity to ask what happened. He's open about his stalking tendencies: "I saw your post, babe, who do I need to stab?"

If you otherwise come home angry, he'll be up on his feet, following you around the house and pestering you, trying to get you to tell him what's wrong. If you try to hug him, he won't push you away, but he'll be distracted, trying to needle answers out of you the whole time.

There's no question in his mind as to whether or not you're angry at him. He just assumes you're not; he has a pretty good handle on how you act when you're angry at him specifically.

He'll let you rant all day if you want. You could talk about the shit that's pissed you off for hours and he'd still listen. Outwardly, he might poke you a bit and play devil's advocate for the other side of the argument, if there is one. This is purely for the purposes of being a little shit.

Internally, he's already going down his pre-murder checklist. If it was someone at work, they're dead. Someone in the neighborhood, dead. Online? It'll take a couple days, but they're dead. Even if you're not angry at anyone in particular, just a situation, he'll find someone to menace. He'd walk through fire for your approval.

He's not good with soft, emotional comfort, so instead he'll try to think of something to help you let off steam. His go-to is something competitive, especially if it involves you chasing each other. A Nerf or water gun war, a PVP game with you on opposite sides. He'll put up a good fight, but you always kick his ass.

Once the immediate situation is addressed and you've ranted your heart out to him, he can't keep his hands off you. "Seeing you all pissed off drives me crazyyyyyy." He's grinning, brown eyes sparkling. "Come onnnnn ... I'll get it off your mind!"

Courtney Dwayne Delmont (OC)

Courtney is a hunter of all manner of game, so he's used to interpreting non-verbal cues and body language—when an animal is in distress, when an animal is about to attack, etc. His grandfather was a very angry man, as well, in a simmering sort of way. He would seethe about something before suddenly delivering one decisive strike. Courtney himself is not a particularly angry man, unless some prey is really giving him a hard time, but he can read your body.

If you come home angry, he'll stop in the middle of what he's doing and watch you, still and quiet, just confirming his suspicions. If you leave the room he's in to go collapse on the sofa or something, he'll follow you, looming over you and waiting for you to tell him what's wrong. He's patient.

If you want to vent, he'll sit and listen thoughtfully, doing something with his hands while you speak—probably cleaning his gun or some other weapon. He doesn't look at you. He wouldn't demand greater context to the situation but he would ask "Why?" and "Who?" until he understood Enough.

If you want comfort, he'll sprawl on the couch and let you lay on top of him. He'll probably pull a blanket on top of you to try and encourage a nap. If the nap doesn't make you feel better, he's feeding you protein. Do you like homemade jerky?

Sex is also on the table (not literally ... unless). He's found it's a great way to blow off steam, and he's more than happy to make all worries, troubles, and other thoughts go away for a little bit. Expect that to be the rest of your night, though, because he doesn't do quickies.

Generally, he trusts you to handle your own shit, so he would be more focused on you than whatever made you feel the way you do. However, if days passed and you were still angry/upset/sad, or if it plunged you into a breakdown or was an otherwise extremely serious situation ... just give him a target. It's up to you, but if you tell him to take the shot, it'll be quick and clean. If you're unable to make the decision, he'll decide for you without hesitation.

Kathleen Montgomery (OC)

I'm still developing her so this one won't be as in-depth and is subject to change.

Kath makes it her business to know everything about you. Chances are she's seen you explode screaming while stalking you ... chances are, if you've been in a relationship for a while, she's made you explode screaming. She knows what you look like when you're angry. Besides, she's strong for her size, but she often has to take down people who are much bigger and stronger than her; she uses manipulation and trickery to help ease that divide, so she's good at reading people.

Like Deacon, she also monitors all your social media, so if you made a vent post, she already knows you're in a shitty mood before you come home. Unlike Deacon, she doesn't tell you how she knows, so you're left to assume she's just all knowing. Considering her god complex, that works for her.

She'd probably text you to come home, and she expects you to answer. If you're unable to come home, she'll call you to ask what's wrong.

Once you're together, she wants to know everything about the situation. Even as you're speaking, she's already on her phone or laptop, looking up the people involved. Instead of getting mad on your behalf, she laughs. She's a fan of emphasizing how pathetic or weak the opposition is.

She takes your feelings on the subject seriously, but everyone else in the situation? Insects. Not even worthy of your time or concern, let alone hers. You're obviously in the right here (even if you're not). She'll tell you as much, and say some pretty intense, over-the-line things about whomever/whatever you're angry at.

Overall, however, she's calm and collected about the situation. Your bout of anger is a chance to get you to be reckless with her. She'll do your hair and makeup and dress you up nice, then take you out. Fast driving, drinking, baiting people at bars, menacing neighborhoods ... maybe a little killing, if you'd like.

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Masterlist

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

4 Minute Changes - Lester Billings/Reader

Warnings: Gender neutral reader, no use of Y/N, tiny bits of angst, talk of thoughts of self harm, friends to finally dating, bit of making out.

Wordcount: 9026

Summary: Christmas, the time of year for family and friends and getting together, but a surprise statement finally kicks things into gear when it has unintended reactions.

Notes: The unexpected sequel to these! (1 & 2) So, this was supposed to be a request, but with how long it was getting just from these scenes and the prompt not really getting to show, I decided at the last second to instead make this its own post so you guys wouldn't be waiting for another 25k reader that would delay the queue even more, and make the request part 4 in the series instead of part 3 hehe so here's a little extra Lester while I rearrange my queue just a tad, and I hope you enjoy the technical first half of your request, anon 💗💗💗

It had felt like he'd never reach this point, but here it was, and he was naming you as the main reason for it. You waved it off, you wouldn't make this toast all about you when he'd been working so hard, but Lester Billings was a more determined man than ever before thanks to the divorce, and he thanked you for that as well as he raised his glass even higher. It was movie night again, but not just any movie night, he was hosting his first Christmas party in his new home, which you'd helped decorate alongside his kids when they visited. It was all decked out, Rita had kept everything back at the house she’d already lightly done with the kids, so once again you'd been dragged along by him to go shopping since your own few things were still in boxes in your closet.

You didn't really decorate around this time of the year, there was no time to even with the holidays, but spending what felt like an easy 3 hours buying everything and then spending even more hours hanging the lights, setting up the tree, even preparing this delicious meal with him while his kids watched Christmas movies on the TV between attempting to steal samples, you didn't know, but it felt… right.

Who were you kidding, he'd felt right from the moment you met him, but he'd been married then, and he was very much single now, as well as focused entirely on you despite the extended table being full of people, minus one ex-wife; of course she’d decided not to come, which everyone was fine with since it meant no fighting and more presents for the kids, but she also wasn't much of a party hoster it turned out, so the mantle now fell entirely to him. His kids chimed in with him, glasses of juice and soda raised in your honour by Shaun and Deni while baby Annie smacked her plate of mashed foods without a care in the world. He kissed the top of her head and she calmed with a giggle, the toast interrupted by such innocent cuteness, but then it was back to you, and you had no choice but to accept just so he'd stop looking at you that way in front of everyone.

‘Okay, okay fine, to me, for doing all the hard work around here, good job, Me,’ you teased him and got a laugh in return, but while his friends chuckled and agreed that he'd probably still be living out of that hotel room without you, the look he was now giving was nothing short of love. It made you need to look away, it was still too close to the separation being finalized, his kids had half their things moved in and their rooms furnished but you wanted to give them more time together to be a family again after that scare. It couldn't be love, and you turned it on him by raising your glass again after everyone took a drink. ‘And to Lester, for never giving up on his family, even when the whole world was against him,’ you added, and there was a smaller chorus of sadder agreements all around.

His friends still felt guilty for taking Rita's side without ever once going to him, and now that they all knew this was entirely her doing - whether he was watching you the whole time or not - they'd put some distance between themselves and her for it. They didn't cut her out entirely, but their own trust had been broken you'd learned once they started talking again, and while he and Rita were done outside of their kids, she now had a lot of work to do to mend those relationships. You didn't feel bad for her, she'd nearly ruined his life over her own jealousy instead of talking to her husband, and then had him followed as well as you until the paranoia of missing his presence every single time he took pictures of you sank in deep and refused to leave.

You still felt like Harley was out there, watching and waiting to skew your friendship to gain Rita all the advantages, but that was over, he was gone, all that was left was the way Lester's eyes welled up at your words.

He received more teasing at being so emotional again but he ignored them, his glass set down as he then proceeded to round the table to approach you. ‘C’mon, it's not that big of a toast,’ you tried to dismiss but then he was there, his hands touching your face and keeping you from pulling away as he leaned in; your heart pounded when he kissed your cheek in front of everyone, his friends all exchanging a knowing but not unkind look while Shaun tugged at his ugly Christmas sweater picked especially for today and the day itself.

‘Daddy, you're making it gross, you're too old for kisses,’ he whined while Deni nearly choked on her drink in response, Lester sputtering when he pulled away but not letting go.

‘I'm too old for kisses?’ he asked in overplayed disbelief, his hands still on you and warming every inch he touched. ‘Does that mean I get no more kisses goodnight from you?’

‘I'm too old for them,’ he announced to everyone, which his friend agreed with to his own parents’ shock.

‘And what about Deni?’

‘She's never liked them!’

‘I never said that,’ she smirked while her own friends giggled beside her, one of them receiving a big kiss from her own dad right on the top of her head to her dismay.

‘And Annie?’ he asked next, Annie looking around at the sound of her name before reaching up for her dad.

‘She pleads the Fifth,’ you answered on her behalf, Lester laughing again but still not letting go.

‘What about you? Are you too old for kisses?’ he almost whispered when the argument spread between the kids and their attending parents, Annie laughing at the energy around her; instantly your face lit up, the distance between you suddenly registering in your mind when you had to look away from those eyes.

‘I- I must be, since I don't get any goodnight kisses, it's very lonely being this old,’ you acted dramatically, putting on a show and gaining Shaun's attention before food could be thrown. His face fell at the thought, you'd won him over, and he pouted a little and looked around before playing with his fork.

‘I guess I could get a few more, just until I turn 10, double digits mean I'm all grown up,’ he decided confidently, and finally Lester let you go in order to kiss the top of his head and mess up his hair. ‘But only at bedtime! You're gunna embarrass me in front of my friends!’ he was quick to hiss when said friend laughed at him, which made Lester laugh again; it was clear he missed this so much, he was so full of life again that he practically glowed, the bags under his eyes gone and the colour returned to his cheeks despite his busy job and now living as a single parent. It was a good look on him, and this time you were the one staring until you caught yourself and sat back down.

‘To Lester, for not giving up,’ one of his friends continued for you, the toast resuming after the momentary distraction, and his cheeks glowed as bright as yours when everyone drank to him.

The party went on until midnight, the kids allowed to stay up since he was hosting a sleepover, their parents talking and drinking and playing whatever game the kids left behind while they ran around, be it a board game or something on the console they got to unwrap early just for tonight. Every time he sat next to you, his energy wild and contagious as he played to win, no doubt inherited from his kids and not vice versa. It made you just as wild, the two of you yelling and screaming whenever something was in your favour, the other parents teaming up on you just in order to bring you down a notch. You were unstoppable together, so naturally the only way they could figure to beat you was to separate you.

‘I call Lester this time,’ Mr. Himura called when you two once again came out on top, ‘clearly he has the most practice.’

‘Then I call my new best friend,’ his wife declared, her arm linking with yours and lifting you away from him and over to her end of the couch. Lester looked ready to object but couldn't when his friend got up and forced himself between you, a new game started with the new pair forged. Suddenly it became the two of you as enemies, sworn to come out as the best with your lawyer stubbornness versus his fatherly sore loserness. It made for a much more interesting match when the poor Himuras were then left in the dust, your digital cars speeding up and bumping into each other and you then becoming determined to take each other out.

‘Oh, you're going down,’ you sneered at the screen, your eyes never leaving it when you smashed box after box of goodies to use against only him.

‘I've learned to race against the best, you only won before because you were with me,’ he spat back, the other adults in the room forgotten to you when he hit a turbo line and sped ahead in a flash of colours.

‘If you even think of winning I'll sue you, and I will be winning that case,’ you threatened when he bumped you into the secondary path, knocking precious seconds off of your time.

‘I'll hire Gwen again, she's pretty good,’ he already planned even though he was in the lead, but not for long.

‘You still need to pay her for the first time, good luck getting her to go pro bono against me,’ you shouted triumphantly when you managed to hit him and make him spin out, now you were in the lead.

‘Then I'll hire that blonde guy, the one you hate? He'll be glad to see you lose,’ he teased, but that one struck a chord you didn't even know he could strike; your thumbs fumbled over the controller until your car slowed, and when he took the finish line first he cheered along with his partner, who in the end had stopped racing in order to watch. You stared at the screen, completely dumbfounded that he'd say that, and he knew he'd screwed up when he looked over to ask for a rematch and saw your face. ‘Hey, I'm sorry, did I say-’

‘Just need some air,’ you cut in, your body suddenly too hot and your breath not coming as easy as it should, the Himuras giving you space so you could stand and head for the sliding back door; Lester called after you when you shut the door, your body instantly freezing in the December air and forcing you to huddle on the couch swing he still hadn't packed in for the winter. You shivered and rubbed your arms, it'd been so lovely and warm inside but the thought of him using Matt against you after everything you both went through, even as a joke, it had enticed out a reaction you hadn't expected, and when the door opened again you didn't need to look up to know who was standing there.

‘I went too far again,’ he didn't need to ask, but you shook your head, this reaction was on you.

‘No, I joked about Gwen's bill even though I shouldn't have said it in front of them, you had every right,’ you insisted not just to him, and he sat down next to you and shared a bit of his warmth even if your bodies weren't exactly touching.

‘It was the heat of the game, we all say things we don't mean,’ he sighed, he was more used to trash talking than you were thanks to raising kids and having friends with kids on top of that; you were only used to business friends, and not many at that, were still getting used to hanging out with him more, of having non-business friends and relaxing in your off hours, but the very mention of Matt had soured all of it. ‘You know I'd never bring him back into our lives like that, right? He tried to take my kids away from me, if I ever see him again I don't know what I'd do.’

‘Careful, he'd be more prone to fight back than sue first, it's one of the big reasons he hasn't gotten that promotion, I swear the guy's got a temper like I've never seen,’ you muttered in response, but the thought of Lester possibly kicking his ass did bring a small smile back to your lips. ‘Sorry, I shouldn't have walked off, I'm not mad or anything I just- the thought of him, using you against me again, I think it awakened this fear in me that I'd…’ You couldn't finish your sentence, couldn't admit to him that you didn't want to lose him now that he had everything, so you masked your sadness over the thought by shivering and letting your teeth chatter. 

He didn't let it fester, his arm coming around you to warm you up, your body pulled to his chest until all you felt was heat. ‘You saved my life by standing by me when no one else would, you know that too, right? I lost my home, my friends, my family, I had nothing, and each night I went back to that hotel room I kept staring at the wall and wondering if my kids would mourn me if I…’ It was his turn to trail off, he couldn't finish his sentence either, and you shifted closer to him and resisted the urge to grab hold. ‘And then I saw you at Walkers again, and you stayed with me, invited me home so I wouldn't be alone, helped with Gwen and the house, made everything I thought I lost possible again.

‘I nearly did it that night, I was thinking about just leaving my cart there in the aisles and finding the nearest place to string myself up, sorry for the graphic talk but I was, but seeing you again, hearing the way you refused to let her win, it brought me back.’ He held you a little tighter, his face nesting against your head, and when he shivered you weren't sure if it was because of the cold. ‘I'm here today because of you.’

‘You're here because you didn't give up,’ you corrected him but he sat you up, made you look at him in the porch light deflected by the swings awning.

‘You never let me, why don't you ever want to accept my thanks?’ he blurted out now that you were eye to eye, yours widening and the cold seeping back into you once you were apart again.

‘Because I caused all of this,’ you reminded him, Lester shaking his head no. ‘If I'd never met you at Walkers you'd still be with your family, you wouldn't have had to go through any of this, you wouldn't have reached that point, I nearly ruined your fucking life just by talking to you, why haven't you thrown me away yet for everything I've done to you?’ you demanded brokenly, every painful thought coming out all at once, but he didn't confirm your fears, didn't get annoyed at you for thinking so little of him. He just stared, took it all in, and when he was done he leaned forward and kissed you.

Warmth spread through you so fast you forgot what being cold felt like, Lester's hands still holding your arm and back from earlier and only making it spread even faster. His eyes were shut, and this close you could see that the bags were still under his eyes, he was just better at hiding them behind his smile. When you didn't react he tried again, taking a small breath before kissing you with a little more passion, his lips moving against yours and making you let out a sigh. You felt him smile at that, but you couldn't even think to hit him over it when your hands were too busy holding onto his face so he couldn't move away when you took your own breath.

‘Do you get it now?’ he whispered against your mouth when you tried to lean back in, all the emotion over your feelings for him suddenly bubbling to the surface at how in love he sounded in that single sentence, and you choked out a sob and nodded, your forehead bumping softly against his.

‘I didn't want to hope, I didn't want to ruin everything, I tried so hard to stay away,’ you confessed to him, Lester grabbing your hand so he could kiss it.

‘I haven't loved anyone else since the day I started dating Rita,’ he told you so quietly, your lip quivering enough for him to press another quick kiss to it. ‘But when you brought me back to your house, and we spent more time together, I knew that I was the one who ruined everything.’ He met your eye again, and while he did look sad, and a tear rolled down his cheek, the sadness didn't reach his smile as he reached up to brush his thumb along your jaw the way you always imagined he would.

‘Why?’ you asked even though you were sure you knew the answer, your heart pounding in a way that wasn't painful for the first time in half a year.

‘Because she was right.’

You were the one to kiss him this time, his mouth opening for you to deepen it as his smile grew, and a longing swam through you to mix in with the warmth. You were practically on his lap out there in the freezing cold, desperate to be close to him not just because he was still warm, and you were about to shift your leg over his to straddle him when the swing gave a rather concerning groan. You both had a moment to stop and stare before it gave out on you, too much weight collected in one area for the thrifted swing you'd picked out together, the old metal bending in a bad way and sending him right on his ass. Your knee hit the pavement and you both cried out, the door sliding open immediately and giving away that his friends were all listening, but then his kids poked their heads as well, they weren't immune to their dad sharing a moment with you.

You both looked at the group, you were really straddling him now thanks to the fall, and everyone fell silent as the story told itself until Deni broke it with another snicker. ‘Guess they're not too old for kisses,’ she simply said, she was perfectly fine with Lester finding love again after what had happened, and you all started laughing so loud the neighbours shouted for you to shut up, they had work in the morning.

As the night went on, you mutually decided that you wouldn't start dating right away, rushed confessions right before Christmas were just Step 1, and Step 2 was to actually talk when everyone he knew wasn't listening on the other side of the glass. You ended up going home that night with the others, did a bit of designated driving along with him so he wouldn't have to rent out his couch between the two couples. You stopped by one last time before going home to grab your own car, all the kids long asleep by that point, his driveway empty once more thanks to the both of you taking turns driving their cars and then taking the other back.

‘I had fun tonight,’ you smiled from his doorway, and you didn't feel the paranoia creep up again when he slid his hands around your waist to keep you close.

‘You sure you don't wanna sleepover too? I could use an extra set of hands for breakfast,’ he tried to tempt you, but you didn't want to rush things, jump in when you still needed that talk.

‘I think it's about time Shaun learns how to not burn the eggs,’ you refuted, which he wasn't a huge fan of, so you kissed his cheek to bring his smile back. ‘We can meet up at my place for lunch when they go back to their mom, maybe order the usual, watch a movie, finally talk about all of this, okay?’

‘Okay, but if you get a text tonight about how I can't sleep I'll expect you to come right back, deal?’ was his compromise, and this time the kiss had you standing on your tiptoes so you could be more on his level.

‘Deal, but next time you come to me though, gas is expensive,’ you grinned before kissing him again, this one going on for so long that you had to force yourself away from him now that you had him. He whined in protest, clearly that was something he learned from raising three spoiled children, and you chuckled and waved goodnight on the way to your car. He watched you for as long as he could, Lester rubbing his arms and jumping foot to foot until he couldn't stand in the cold without you any longer, and you laughed again at how cute he looked when he shut the door in your rearview mirror.

‘He likes me,’ you confirmed to your reflection, more tears welling up again at being able to say it. ‘She was right, and he still chose me. He lo- he likes me.’

The confirmation of the second half would have to come later, no getting ahead of yourself you internally insisted, but that didn't stop your grin the whole drive home.

He didn't text you to come back that night, but you almost texted him, your bed feeling especially empty now that you knew how it felt to kiss him, not just be held by him. You ended up holding onto your pillow and replaying the kiss over and over in your head, your fingers finding your lips in the dark and grinning again when your head supplied the way he'd tasted. You'd never been this giddy before, lawyer life had knocked it out of you for damn sure, or so you'd thought, because you were clearly on Cloud 9. You fell asleep thinking of him, how you'd have to go shopping again to get a brand new and not thrifted swing for the spring, how nice it'd be to sit with him on it while the kids swam or played in the yard.

Domestic bliss, the kind you'd helped him find again, the thing you told yourself you could never have because he wasn't yours, but now he was, and it was in reach. The thoughts followed you into your dreams, made you picture bright and fun things, of warm hands and soft kisses that were even better than you imagined. It was so lovely you didn't want to wake up, your alarm going off and startling you so rudely from them before you could kiss him again, and you grumbled in the morning light before realizing that it didn't have to be just a dream anymore, the nightmare was over and you could wake up to something even better than what you had before.

You knew you still had to talk first, but that thought propelled you right out of bed and for your bathroom, a quick shower waking you up the rest of the way so you could get dressed without falling asleep on your feet. You were on holiday yourself, as was he, thanks to Christmas being right around the corner, and you were glad you'd gone shopping as you loaded up a grocery bag with food and got back into your car already. You sped back to his place, your mind racing already at the thought of what you were doing, but once you pulled into his driveway you finally stopped and realized what you were doing; in your excitement to be with him you were already starting to insert yourself into his life without his opinion, the logical side of your brain that won you cases and thought up strategies completely shut off because of one single thought that rested at the forefront of your brain: ‘I want to have breakfast with him, there's too many kids to cook for, he'll need help.’

You chose to go home, so you shouldn't have come back, and you were about to back out again when your phone buzzed in your pocket. ‘Hello?’ you asked into the receiver without even looking at the caller ID, force of habit since you mostly just got calls from work, and you were surprised to hear a tired Lester on the other end.

‘Hey, you're up early,’ he mumbled sleepily on his end, and you could hear him shift in bed through the speaker, the sound making you blush because you were his first thought waking up. 

‘You know I'm used to it, you should be enjoying your morning while the kids are still asleep,’ you replied sheepishly, and he let out a breathy laugh in response.

‘They were up hours ago, been trying to sleep all morning.’ He yawned in your ear, the bed shifting again with his big stretch to wake himself up. ‘This bed really isn't as comfortable without you in it, y'know.’

You banged your hand as silently as you could on the wheel, he was going to be the death of your logical side forever at this rate. ‘Sounds like you might have to invite me for a sleepover next time, unless you want to try my bed out again?’ you flirted without thinking, your eyes widening when you heard him laugh again. ‘Sorry, oh my god, that just came out, I didn't mean-’

‘Don't, I told you how I feel because I want to be able to talk with you like this, not for us to go back to ignoring it.’ He must've sat up then because the bed gave a great groan under his weight. ‘I really like you, I've been waiting months to be able to say it, so if you want to joke about sleepovers and sharing beds then I'm right there with you, because I'm probably about to say the same, you just beat me to it.’ You could hear his smile in his voice and you melted under it, your own growing as you looked at the bag of food you'd tossed into your passenger seat.

‘Okay, then… I nearly texted you last night,’ you admitted softly, your foot pressing on the break even though the car was off. ‘I didn't want to come home last night, but I don't want to rush things, so I did and I… I got so close to texting you.’

‘I hope you didn't spend all night in my driveway,’ he said next, your head snapping up in shock just in time to see him wave from his bedroom window. Your face turned beet red and must've looked a fright because he laughed so loud he held the phone away from his face, his slightly obscured figure throwing back his head on the other side of the glass; this was embarrassing as all hell, but his laugh was so contagious you had no choice but to join in, and he motioned for you to come in. ‘C'mon, I've got five kids of varying ages and a very cranky baby to feed, I could use the extra set of hands.’

You nodded since he could see you before hanging up, and you made sure you looked presentable before grabbing the bag and heading for the front door. He greeted you as soon as he could get it open, looking just as disheveled as he had the last and only time you'd slept here, and welcomed you in with a hug to the chaos, Shaun and his friend already playing games now that the adults weren't hogging the console. Deni sat with the twins at the table, all three of them on their phones and ignoring the noise while clearly waiting for breakfast, Annie sitting on the couch with Shaun and laughing at the flashing colours and wanting to play too, she was getting big.

The thought made you feel domestic again, and you held up your bag of food as you followed him to the kitchen to get started, neither of his older kids saying a thing to your early return after last night. That was good, you didn't want to even think about that kind of talk when you still had to talk to their father, but you couldn't help the way your hand still shook a little nervously when you placed your full carton of eggs beside the packs of bacon you bought and kept forgetting to actually make up. His hand found yours, calmed you just from his touch, and he leaned in close to knock his shoulder against yours when he felt how high the trembles went up your arm.

‘Hey, it's alright, baby steps,’ he whispered directly in your ear this time, no phone to separate his voice from you, and you nodded, you could do this, you could date the hot dad you met in Walkers months ago now that he was a very single hot dad.

‘I've never been a parent before,’ you mumbled nervously back, which made him chuckle not unkindly back before giving you another nudge. 

‘You don't have to be, not after one night,’ he smiled lovingly, his kids whispering to their friends over your closeness, but you couldn't feel their stares when he was this close. ‘Let's figure things out first, see where we want this to go, it's still early, I'm just impatient.’

The last part made you laugh, his own eyes shining as he watched you, and you nodded again and felt a little better, lighter. ‘I want to see where this goes, too,’ you agreed, your other hand playing with the corner of the topmost bacon package, your words coming easier. ‘It's just been a while since I've done anything like this, my last partner was years ago, so I'm a bit rusty at… y’know, being with anyone.’

‘The last time Rita and I went on a date was before Annie was born, and that was when things were still good,’ Lester chuckled not exactly bitterly, like he also missed those days but it didn't hurt anymore. ‘I think I'm ready to have some real dates with you, not just us sitting around eating takeout, because I do like that, but getting to take you places without us worrying about who's watching, not having to hide how I feel about you, I really like that, too.’

‘You must've stolen all the hearts in highschool,’ you joked just to get a second to make sure you weren't blushing too hard, so much for the lawyer's heart of stone, and he chuckled again before kissing your cheek.

‘So far I'm two for two,’ he joked right back before starting on breakfast. ‘Good thing you brought eggs, we only have two left after making all those cookies yesterday, which I hope are all still in the microwave, seeing as they're for Santa.’ He announced the second part loudly to the rest of the people in the house, hushed voices coming from behind the two of you when he opened the door and saw that the plastic wrap had been disturbed. ‘Just as I thought, we might have a cookie thief on our hands here.’

‘Maybe Santa came early, Mr. Billings,’ one of the twins offered only to have her sister snicker for her to shut up, Deni not offering a word while she kept on scrolling.

‘Uh huh, and maybe I'll have to find a place to hide these so they last til Christmas, otherwise we'll just have to eat them and make more,’ he sighed like it was a real chore, but Shaun and his friend sure liked the sound of that based on the way they failed to stifle their shouts of excitement. You chuckled to yourself and opened up the packs of bacon and sausage, Lester not giving anything away as he brought out the big bag of potatoes he kept in the pantry to start washing. ‘Help me with these once they're in their pans, the stove can handle the rest,’ he asked of you once your search for big enough pans was over, you needed to make a ton of food for everyone, and you nodded and made quick work of the meats so the potatoes could be chopped into bite-sized pieces once he washed them. 

He joined you when all of them were waiting for the knife, his hands very well practiced in the way of breakfast making, cooking with you seemingly sharpening those skills because he worked even faster in this kind of environment. It was so endearing to see him concentrate like this, his line of sight only broken when Shaun came over to see if anything was ready to steal despite just getting started. Lester quickly shoved him away from the hot grease already starting to splash, and you gave him a small smack when he reached for the microwave to tempt him away with a cookie.

‘It's not even 10,’ you hissed under your breath, and he thought about it before grabbing two.

‘A little pick-me-up, since you're the only non-cookie thief in this house,’ he whispered when Shaun ran back to the couch, and when you protested again he stuck the cookie right between your lips mid-sentence. ‘Shhshhshh, it's better than coffee, which I still need to make when these are done,’ he told you with a grin and a wink, and you wiped off your hand so you could bite off the top of the cookie with a false grumble without getting potatoes juice all over it; it was pretty good, you hadn't stolen even a tiny nibble of dough when you all made them the day before, although you had stolen a bit of icing, and you almost regretted not having one sooner at how well they'd turned out. ‘How is it?’

You held it out for him to take a bite, which he did, just narrowly avoiding your fingers in order to make you react, and you both laughed over cookie crumbs as you finished up with the potatoes and got out some seasoning. He had a trick for this, he could've used another pan, but instead he tossed them all into the largest zip lock bag he could find with some oil and seasoning, shook it up - until Shaun and his friend wanted to take over for a bit when it looked fun - and then dumped it all into his air fryer, an early Christmas gift from you when he nearly set his new kitchen on fire after leaving the stove unattended to run when Annie started crying when she should've been napping. It'd been nothing, but the burnt food had set off the smoke detectors, which hadn't helped her crying in the least while the other two panicked.

He'd ended up having to throw out the pan entirely when the food had fused to it, how he'd messed up that bad in such a short time you'd never know, but he certainly moved on fast once Deni had taught him how to use the new appliance, that was for damn sure.

With the potatoes taken care of, you stood hip to hip and watched over the meats, you turning the sausages every now and then to keep the sides evenly cooked, while he braved the dangers of splashing grease from the bacon; he still had yet to master the time and temperature to not destroy whatever meat he tossed into the fryer to avoid said dangers. It ended up getting so bad he bulked up, putting on his puffiest winter coat as well as oven mitts, and when you turned and saw his outfit you laughed so loud it drew his kid's attention.

‘Dad, what're you doing?’ Deni asked incredulously, she couldn't be silent at this one, and he held up the greasy spatula in ultimate safety. 

‘Making breakfast,’ he answered with a flourish that dripped grease onto the floor, which you quickly cleaned up before he could spread it. ‘What, you guys don't like my chef's outfit? Doesn't it make me look professional?’

‘Absolutely not.’

‘You look like you're cooking in the snow!’

‘It might be a bit much,’ you agreed with a horribly hidden smirk, Lester thinking about it before lowering the zipper.

‘But it's so protective, look-’ You had zero time to react before the jacket was opened, Lester's body pressed against your back in one big step, and then the jacket closed as far around you as he could manage, the bulky form of you two making everyone laugh when you tried to struggle free. You couldn't, he was too warm and it admittedly felt too nice, so you felt dramatically limp for show with a sign.

‘Fine, you win, it's very protective,’ you mumbled a bit too softly to finish the act, but your softness was enough for him, and he kissed the side of your head and waddled you back to the stove.

‘Told you.’

You opened your mouth to say this all felt too fast, he'd fallen back into the role of loving husband too easily, but that could come later, for now you just wanted to move around the sausages while he fumbled with the bacon until a few got a bit too crispy.

Breakfast came and went after that before you knew it, Deni helping set the table while Shaun reluctantly cleaned up, Lester taking a quick break to change Annie and get her own breakfast out, since she was still too young to enjoy bacon and eggs. Even their friends helped a bit, they weren't rude guests, and before long everyone was sitting, then eating, and then you were free while the dishes were set in the dishwasher and sink to be cleaned up by those who didn't cook. You collapsed into the couch and let your back rest, cooking for seven was tougher than you thought, but he was very much used to it and made that fact known when he sat down next to you.

‘Just wait til summer when you're helping me with pool parties,’ he warned with a smile, but it fell again when he noticed your expression. ‘Hey guys, it snowed last night, why don't you go build a fort while everyone's still here, we'll be out in a bit,’ he told everyone before they could return to their rooms, and thankfully they were all more focused on who could build the better fort than the fact that your smile was now a bit forced. He waited until the sliding door closed and left you alone, the yard small enough that everyone was in sight and clear of the covered pool while they enjoyed the fresh powder that looked perfect for building, but while you knew he'd prefer to stay there so he could watch over them, you didn't want to do this where they could see.

‘Can we close the curtains a bit, I feel a little too… seen,’ you asked of him, and he frowned as well before doing as you asked. ‘Sorry for the tone, this is all just hard to process, I mean, this is so nice, being here and feeling like… I'm a part of something bigger than just you and me now; but it feels so soon, we've still only known each other for just over half a year, I feel like I'm intruding on you all still.’

He turned sideways on his cushion and took your hands, ever gentle and not giving away if your words had hurt him at all. ‘It does, I know I'm guilty of it too, I guess I've been so excited to get my family back, start moving on with you, that I forgot how this whole courtship thing works. The last time I dated I was 18, now here I am in my 40s and it feels like I'm starting over from scratch, and everything is so new; we rushed through everything those months I was staying with you, we, uh, we speedran it as I've heard Shaun say, since we lived together and slept in the same bed before I could even tell you how I feel, or realized how I felt.’ He laughed a little and looked away, his cheeks lightly dusted again in his silence. ‘We never did talk about it, did we? What she said at the hearing?’

‘No, no we did not,’ you smiled with your own gaze to the floor, not a single word said between you of what she'd said about how he was always watching you, since you had stopped yourself from watching him. ‘Did you really do all those things? Watch me during the parties, talk about me when you got home?’

‘Ha, you know, I honestly didn't realize I was doing it myself, if you'd believe it. Everyone else would say how their day was and my mind would just go to you, something you said when we were shopping, and then that would remind me about how you talked about being too busy to go out,’ he admitted to you sheepishly, his hands never leaving yours. ‘I suppose I really was using every opportunity to invite you over, just so you could have a little fun and I could see you more than once a week, but she was still wrong about the rest, because I never once considered I might have feelings for you until you found me at Walkers and brought me out to your car.

‘I fell in love with you for the first time when you sat beside me that night, just a whisper of it that grew to a roar the more time we spent together and I realized that I could love anyone other than her, that I was capable of it,’ he told you seriously, his eyes finally meeting your eyes so strongly that you couldn't look away again. ‘I never lied to you, not even to sort my feelings out, I really did have trouble sleeping alone after all that time, there were no ulterior motives. But the more we did it, it hit me that I couldn't sleep alone not because I missed her, or the company, but because it was so easy to fall asleep with my arm around you, and I didn't want to give that up.’

Your lip gave a small quiver, you'd always noticed how fast he passed out when you slipped under the covers and felt his arm rest over your side and stomach, but to know it wasn't your generic presence that did it when she couldn't, but because he found that much comfort in you, it was enough to make your heart skip a beat. ‘Gwen told me so many times to keep my distance, just in case anyone was watching us, because she didn't want anything to be taken out of context and used against us, which they did, I'm still so sorry for that,’ you moaned sadly, the feeling of facing everyone and having them hate him more because you weren't strong enough to stay away still haunting you. ‘But I've liked you from the moment I saw you, just some guy looking for food in a busy grocery store, and it was all so unfair what they were doing to you when all I'd ever seen was you being the most wonderful person I'd ever met, you… you don't know… how fucking long it's been since I've met anyone like you, not since I got this job.’

It was true, you were so used to business coldness and people like Matt, of horrible people trying to use you to fake innocence for their own gain, too many kind people taken advantage of and left out to dry when the system failed them. You had refused to let that happen to him, for him to lose the smile you fell in love with, and when he suddenly gasped you realized that you'd said it all out loud without meaning to.

‘I fell in love with your smile, too,’ he whispered gently, ‘that's why I wanted to keep seeing it, even back then.’

You weren't sure who moved first but suddenly you were meeting in the middle, your arms thrown around each other in one big hug. He nuzzled hard into the crook of your neck, your face pressed into his shoulder, your hands clutching at warm clothes until they found their way up to hold onto necks and heads to keep each other close. ‘I'm not ready to be a parent, not like you,’ you choked out into his ear, your hands shaking against him, ‘but I'm ready to be with you, even if it takes a while for me to move the rest of my things here, not just my couch.’ He laughed once and it sounded like he was trying not to cry, but in a good way. ‘And no matter what, we can still do movies and takeout at my place until then, and you can always sleepover like old times, you said my bed was better anyway.’

‘It's so much better, we'll have to stack them when you move in,’ he agreed happily, your bodies moving even closer in the hug.

‘It'll be so tall you'll need to help me climb up there,’ you joked at the mental image of it, which made him laugh again at his own.

‘Good thing I'm so strong, and you're so fun to pick up.’ Again, you had zero time for reactions when he suddenly grabbed you around the waist; he lifted you back onto his lap, and this time, the seat underneath him wouldn't give out with a little extra weight, it was a sturdy couch. Your eyes widened at the new closeness, even more than last night outside, your shoulder jammed into his chest and your faces dangerously close together.

‘The curtains are still a bit transparent,’ you warned him, but it came out so breathlessly that he bit his lip at the sound.

‘They're busy playing, you really need to learn the first rule of parenting,’ he whispered back, and together you maneuvered until you were straddling him properly, your waists nearly pressed together, his feet braced firmly on the floor as his legs started to part and give him a bit of relief, to your thumping heart's surprise.

‘And what's that?’

‘Never take a second of distraction for granted.’

Your lips crashed together with months of built up tension, your body moving on instinct before his hands could settle on your hips and guide you. He really knew what he was doing, this was a man who'd gone for what was a parent's eternity without being able to satisfy any of his needs under all the stress, and he let you know it with a groan when your fingers tangled in his hair. It was enough to drag out a sound of your own, a thrill rushing down your spine because he really was yours, he really did want you, and you opened your mouth to let him in when a couple knocks came to the glass.

You separated in a youthful panic as the door slid open, the yells of Shaun and his friend drifting in along with the cold air that Deni didn’t entire block. ‘Hey dad, just letting you know that it’s pretty easy to see inside with the lights on, even with the curtains closed,’ she informed the both of you, your face instantly going to his shoulder to hide your horrified embarrassment.

‘Shit- I mean shoot, I’m sorry honey, we were just-’

‘You don’t have to explain anything to me, I’m a big girl,’ she smirked knowingly, her friends trying and failing to stifle their laughter at old Mr. Billings being caught making out with his new partner. ‘And I’m not weirded out by this, no matter what Shaun might say; we’ve been talking too, y’know.’

‘He thinks it's weird?’ he frowned sadly, and she gave her friends a glance and motioned for them to distract the boys by upping their snowball fight, just for a little while. She stepped back inside, the snow flaking off onto the mat and melting fast in the heat now that the door was closed, but she didn’t move any closer.

‘He thinks it’s gross, but he’s still just a kid, he never liked you kissing mom in front of us, either,’ she clarified, which thankfully made him relax. ‘We know you and mom aren’t getting back together after what happened, and… that’s still kinda sad, it actually kinda sucks, if I’m honest, going from one house to two, and everything else that’s gunna change going forward. But… we both know you never cheated on her, or wanted to hurt any of us, so you don’t have to worry about that anymore.

‘And I can also see that you’re happy like this, and with them, so if you wanna start dating, then I’m cool with it.’ It was an honest relief to hear, one so strong that you both started to laugh in relief after all the hiding you’d had to do even as friends, but before you could hug again she cleared her throat to get your attention. ‘However, if you are gunna date, please at least wait until we’re with mom before making out in the living room again, alright?’

It was a good tease, and Lester clapped his hands over his thighs with a fatherly laugh. ‘Alright, alright, you got us,’ he agreed to her terms with a stand and stretch, his growing problem now solved thanks to how bad she’d scared him with those warning knocks. ‘Speaking of got, how’s Shaun holding up out there?’

Deni looked over her shoulder at the war, one of her friends on his side, but his fort was suffering damage now that the twins were pitted against each other. ‘Battle damage is pretty high, he might want some backup,’ she reported, Lester now twisting his back to limber himself up.

‘Whattaya say? Should we help him?’ he asked her, and she looked at her phone for any remaining notifications before setting it down on the nearest safe surface and doing up her coat a little tighter. ‘That’s my girl, go alert the troops that help is on the way.’ She saluted and raced out, more active than you’d ever seen her in her teenage years of waning childness, Shaun calling for her as soon as she let her presence be known. Their voices were muted again with the door shut, and you watched the war pick up with her help before standing as well, although you didn’t follow him towards the back where he’d left his boots from last night’s talk. ‘Are you coming? They could use all the help they can get out there,’ he offered, but it wasn't a demand, this was your choice to stay away, or be with him.

‘I don’t want to impose,’ you tried to say, your feet carrying you back another step.

‘You don’t have to be their parent to play in the snow,’ he reminded you with all the gentle love you’d come to care about. ‘But if you’d rather sit this one out, we’ll save you some snowballs for the next war.’

‘I’d like that,’ you smiled smally, and it felt lonely when he nodded understandingly and got ready; he raced outside and Shaun called him over, but the teams would be uneven, so Lester was forced to pair with the enemy to his kids’ dismay, and it looked like so much fun, albeit cold. You hadn’t done anything like that since you were a kid yourself, just played and enjoyed life instead of working and focusing on all the monsters of the world tearing you down one case at a time.

Maybe you could use a little party.

Maybe you could enjoy a slice of Caramel Pecan when it was offered to you.

You quickly got dressed as the twin on Shaun’s team went down dramatically, a death worthy of Valhalla by the looks of it, the battlefield was uneven again, and when you raced outside to take her place you didn’t miss the way Lester watched you run over with the biggest smile you’d ever seen on his face. You didn’t have time to cherish it though when he chucked the next snowball directly at you for arriving late, the fallen twin recovering from death thanks to your presence, and the war resumed with his kids helping you gang up on him without mercy until the victor was called. Your yells mixed with theirs until car horns alerted their guests to their own awaiting parents, but even then you didn’t leave, Shaun tugging on your sleeve to keep you from running off so he could rebuild his fort even better than what Lester and Deni could do.

Now, this was a case you could win, and even with him being the big loser of the day when he and Deni let Shaun’s frozen structure be the winner, no one felt any sadness when you all then came together to build the biggest fort Shaun had ever seen to play in until the sun set.

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II. ❝ THEMES ❞

‣ Common themes I write for include but are not limited to:

fluff / slice of life

angst / darker themes

nsfw / smut

violence

multi-chapter stories

‣ I do write reader x canon OR canon x canon, so long as it does not violate any of my restrictions! I can be picky about what canon x canon pairing I write for though, it has to speak to me.

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IV. ❝ MUSES ❞

‣ Michael Myers : Halloween (1987, RZ, DBD, & 2018/Kills)

‣ Jason Voorhees : Friday the 13th

‣ Bubba Sawyer, Chop Top Sawyer, & Thomas Hewitt : The Texas Chainsaw Massacre

‣ Brahms Heelshire : The Boy (2016)

‣ Billy Lenz : Black Christmas (1974)

‣ Vincent Sinclar, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, & Nick Jonas : House of Wax (2005)

‣ Stu Macher & Billy Loomis : Scream

‣ Leslie Vernon : Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon

‣ Pyramid Head : Silent Hill

‣ Carrie White : Carrie

‣ Danny Johnson, Anna, & Amanda Young : Dead by Daylight ‣ You may ask me to try any DBD character though!

‣ Corey Cunningham : Halloween Ends (sparingly)

‣ Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson : Stranger Things (sparingly)

‣ Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom : IT (1990, 2017, & 2019) (sparingly)

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i. i WILL write cheating, but not if a character is going it to the reader/another character. i’ll make someone comforting another person after being cheated on, but i won’t write finnick odair cheating on someone

same thing ^^ goes for homophobic, transphobic, ableist topics like that, and. well i guess the same goes for abuse?

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things about ocs

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character list (more to come!)

❍ = easiest characters to write for

bolded — favourite characters to write for

KEEPER OF THE LOST CITIES

❍ sophie foster, ❍ dex dizznee, fitz vacker, ❍ keefe sencen, ❍ biana vacker, ❍ marellla redek, ❍ maruca chebota, tam song, linh song, ❍ wylie endal, ❍ jensi babblos, stina heks

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

❍ peter pevensie, ❍ edmund pevensie, ❍ susan pevensie, ❍ lucy pevensie, mr tumnus, ❍ caspian, eustace scrubb, jill pole, shasta, aravis

RIORDANVERSE

❍ percy jackson, ❍ annabeth chase, ❍ grover underwood, ❍ jason grace, ❍ piper mclean, ❍ leo valdez, ❍ hazel levesque, ❍ frank zhang, nico di angelo, will solace, reyna arellano, rachel dare, ❍ travis stoll, ❍ connor stoll, thalia grace, magnus chase, ❍ alex fierro, carter kane, sadie kane, lester papadopolous, lavinia asimov

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

❍ christine daaé, ❍ raoul de chagny, erik destler, ❍ meg giry

p.s. i’ll write for the movie, musical, book and 1990 miniseries versions!!

HARRY POTTER

harry potter, ❍ hermione granger, ❍ ron weasley, ❍ luna lovegood, ❍ neville longbottom, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, ❍ sirius black, remus lupin, ❍ james potter, ❍ marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes, lily evans

RIDE THE CYCLONE

ocean o’connell rosenberg, ❍ noel gruber, ❍ mischa bachinski, ❍ ricky potts, jane doe, penny lamb, ❍ constance blackwood

SHADOW AND BONE

❍ alina starkov, malyen oretsev, ❍ genya safin, ❍ zoya nazyalensky, david kostyk, erm others i accidentally deleted remind me to update this

SIX OF CROWS

kaz brekker, inej ghafa, ❍ jesper fahey, ❍ wylan van eck, nina zenik, matthias helvar

THE OUTSIDERS

ponyboy curtis, ❍ johnny cade, sodapop curtis, darry curtis, steve randall, ❍ twobit matthews, ❍ dallas winston

THE HUNGER GAMES

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, ❍ finnick odair, ❍ johanna mason, marvel sanford, clove kentwell, cato hadley, ❍ cinna

IT (2017)

bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrak, richie tozier, ❍ stan uris, beverly marsh, ben hanscom, ❍ mike hanlon

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

❍ agatha of woods beyond, ❍ sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, ❍ hort of bloodbrook, ❍ hester of ravenswood, ❍ anadil, ❍ dot, nicola, aric, rhian mistral, rafal mistral, leonora lesso, clarissa dovey

THE LAND OF STORIES

❍ alex bailey, ❍ connor bailey, ❍ red riding hood, ❍ jack, ❍ goldilocks, ❍ bree campbell

SCOOBY DOO

daphne blake, ❍ fred jones, shaggy rogers, velma dinkley

LITTLE WOMEN

❍ jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, ❍ laurie

A GOOD GIRLS GUIDE TO MURDER

pippa fitz-amobi, ❍ ravi singh, naomi ward, ❍ cara ward, connor reynolds, ❍ jamie reynolds, nat da silva

THE MIGHTY DUCKS

❍ charlie conway, adam banks, ❍ lester averman, guy germaine, ❍ connie moreau, julie gaffney, ❍ ken wu, dean portman, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson, ❍ fulton reed

DRACULA

dracula, ❍ lucy westenra, mina harker, arthur holmwood, ❍ renfield, dr seward, abraham van helsing, ❍ quincey morris

FRANKENSTEIN

victor frankenstein, ❍ adam frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, justine moritz, ernest frankenstein, henry clerval, the bride

DR JEKYLL AND MR HYDE

henry jekyll, ❍ edward hyde, ❍ richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

MONSTER HIGH

gotta update this one guys,,,

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

john bender , ❍ claire standish, allison reynolds, brian johnson, andrew clark

THE POWERPUFF GIRLS

❍ blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium , ❍ brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

DAVID BOWIE

❍ jareth, thomas jerome newton, david bowie

SWEENEY TODD

❍ sweeney, anthony hope, ❍ mrs lovett, johanna

THE ROSEWOOD CHRONICLES

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, ❍ jamie volk, ❍ ollie moreno, ❍ raphael wilcox, ❍ anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

HAIRSPRAY

❍ corny collins, ❍ seaweed j stubbs, amber von tussle, tracy turnblad, penny pingleton, link larkin

MISC. CHARACTERS

sarah williams, ❍ bernard the elf, ❍ rodrick heffley, ❍ varian

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(ㅅ´ ˘ `) david dastmalchian masterlist

last updated: 22nd july, 2023 newest: latest heart to heart update

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

abner krill/polka-dot man(the suicide squad 2) dating abner genre: abner krill x gn!reader, headcanons, fluff, light angst warnings: mentions of abuse, panic attacks, ptsd, a bit suggestive at the end HEHEH abner with a s/o that has a symbiote genre: abner krill x gn!reader, headcanons warnings: mentions of intercourse, very short bc i am pooped out of ideas for this one

yandere abner genre: abner krill x gn!reader, headcanons warnings: yandere behaviour, suggested intercourse, stalking, mentions of murder, abner being a creep, abner being DELUSIONAL heart to heart genre: abner krill x fem!oc, best friends to lovers warnings: mention of experimentation, murder, abuse, manipulation, ABNER'S MOTHER synopsis: after escaping an illegal lab where she was experimented on constantly, number 037 found a new life for her in gotham city, in a quaint little cafe. everything seemed to look up, she even met someone dearly special to her. who knew it would all go bad so fast? kurt goreshter(ant-man) - none yet. johnson(reprisal) dating johnson genre: johnson x gn!reader, headcanons, fluff warnings: drinking, light implications of intercourse lester billings(the boogeyman) - none yet. alonso "lonny" crane(the belko experiment) lift, laugh, love genre: lonny crane x named!fem!reader, fluff, friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers warnings: reader is emotionless-type character, reader’s name is quinn, panic attacks, reader used to smoke, sorta emotional, making out sorta cause i can mUAHAHAHA synopsis: you and lonny get stuck in a lift and a few confessions happen.

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✦Who I Write For✦

Rules

(This will be added too over time)

SLASHERS

⭑Bo Sinclair ⭑Vincent Sinclair ⭑Lester Sinclair ⭑Michael Myers (OG, 2007, & Gramps) ⭑Thomas Hewitt ⭑Bubba Sawyer ⭑Jason Voorhees ⭑Ghostface (Billy & Stu) ⭑Tiffany Valentine ⭑Brahms Heelshire ⭑Billy Lenz ⭑Carrie White ⭑Baby Driftwood ⭑Otis Driftwood ⭑Pyramid Head ⭑Herbert West (if a male/masc reader) -Bonus- ⭑Carly & Nick; House of Wax ⭑Sydney; Scream

Dead By Daylight

♢Evan MacMillan - The Trapper ♢Anna - The Huntress ♢Max Thompson Jr. - The Hillbilly ♢Sally Smithson - The Nurse ♢Herman Carter - The Doctor ♢Ji Woon Hak - The Trickster ♢Danny Johnson - The Ghostface ♢Philip Ojomo - The Wraith ♢Amanda Young - The Pig ♢Rin Yamaoka - The Spirit (only SFW) ♢Kazan Yamaoka - The Oni ♢Frank Morrison - The Legion ♢Susie Lavoie - The Legion (only SFW) ♢Julie Kostenko - The Legion ♢Joey - The Legion ♢Adiris - The Plague ♢Caleb Quinn - The Deathslinger ♢Carmina Mora - The Artist ♢Sadako Yamamura - The Onryo (only SFW) ♢Tarhos Kovacs - The Knight ♢Adriana Imai - The Skullmerchant ♢Nemesis - The Nemesis -Bonus- ♢Jill Valentine ♢Leon Kennedy ♢Cheryl Mason ♢Carlos Oliveria ♢Claudette Morel ♢Bill Overbeck ♢Vittorio Toscano

Our Life; Beginnings & Always

❧Cove Holden ❧Derek Suarez ❧Baxter Ward ❧Elizabeth Last (x readers for non-sibling characters) ❧Kyra Preece ❧Tamarack Baumann ❧Qui "Autumn" Lin

Beetlejuice

⚂Lawrence Beetlegeuse Shoggoth ⚂Lydia Deetz (only SFW) ⚂Adam Maitland ⚂Barbara Maitland ⚂Ms.Argentina

Call of Duty; Modern Warfare

✚Simon "Ghost" Riley ✚Johnny "Soap" MacTavish ✚John Price ✚Kyle "Gaz" Garrick ✚Alejandro Vargas ✚Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra ✚Valeria Garza ✚Alex Keller ✚Farah Karim ✚Nikolai ✚Konig ✚Horangi

Random

❦Eddie Brock & Venom (2015) ❦Frankenstein's Monster - Mary SHelly ❦Classic Monsters; Dracula, Werewolves, etc. ❦Krampus(yes you read me) ❦Y/N from Stuck on A Childhood Crush/Friend & Killer (aka Cordelia)

Yes that's write. You can have your Y/N x Reader fics now.

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Who I Write For

Hi! My name is Cooper and I am hoping to be a writer one day so I thought what better way of starting off than by writing about my favorite celebrities and characters? I am in many fandoms but not all, so if you don't happen to see one of your favorite celebrities or characters on my list you can still ask me to write about them and I'll do my best!

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Nora Montgomery

Lana Winters

Kit Walker

Sister Mary Eunice McKee

Queenie

Madison Montgomery

Zoe Benson

Cordelia Goode

Misty Day

Kyle Spencer (pre and post death)

Dandy Mott

Tristan Duffy

James Patrick March

Elizabeth/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Winter Anderson

Michael Langdon

Mallory

Brooke Thompson

Xavier Plympton

Montana Duke

Harry Gardner

Slashers/Horror Characters:

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Bubba Sawyer

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Tiffany Valentine

Baby Firefly

Doomhead

Brahms Heelshire

Darry Jenner (Jeepers Creepers)

Norman Bates (Bates Motel)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

Art the Clown

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[fat-bottom-demons]

Possum

This is part one of a little Lester Sinclair x Reader series I'm starting.

I haven't written in a long time so it's not the greatest, so please bear with me. Feedback is very appreciated <3

Content Warnings/Notes: Lester stares at reader a bit, "pretty" is used to describe the readers name, reader is body neutral and race neutral. The next chapter will have more Lester

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The warm humidity hung in the air as you fanned your face lightly. The sun was unforgiving today as you looked out the window next to you. Today was day two of a heatwave that wasn't due to end until next week. The loud and rattly hum of the small and outdated air conditioner was welcome, although it did little to cool you down. The air that blew out of it was only slightly cooler than room temperature and the force was weak, but it was better than nothing. Sweat clung to the back of your neck and periodically dripped down your back. You couldn't wait until you could have a cool shower at home. You hoped that it wouldn't give out til your shift finished. Looking out at the fuel bowsers you were surprised they hadn’t exploded from the sun exposure. You looked away as you heard your manager walk into the room.

“How are you going out here? Haven’t melted yet?” he said with a grin as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead.

“It's been a bit busy, but not too bad. Lots of people stopping in to buy ice creams and stuff. Do you know if anyone will be coming out to check out the air conditioner soon? I'm sweating like a pig here.” you said with an exasperated pant. Tommy wasn't a bad manager or person for that matter, but he was cheap. He cut corners as much as he could if it meant saving a buck or two. You had only been working here for just over a week but it was easy work. You were often left to your own devices, Tommy usually staying in his office out back unless it was particularly busy.

“Electrician is set to come out Friday if he has time, but it should be right til then. It's supposed to rain tonight anyway so that should cool everything down” Tommy said as he walked away to check prices on stock.

You looked at the clear sky and doubted Tommy's prediction of rain. You also doubted that the air conditioning would be fixed before the summer ended. 

 The sharp and tinny sound of the bell above the door snapped you out of your thoughts.

A rather short and equally dirty man walked to the counter while fishing in his pockets. The once white singlet he wore was stained and damp from sweat. Dirt caked his worn jeans and his skin. A green corduroy cap sat on his head, stray hairs sticking to his forehead. The smell radiating from him was strong and was quite frankly putrid but you tried not to let it show. 

“Can I um, get thirty on uhh, pump two I think?” he said distractedly with a strong Louisiana drawl as he plucked out a few crumpled bills from his deer skin wallet. He looked at you for the first time as he handed you the money. You thought you could hear his breath hitch, but over the sound of the air conditioner, you couldn't tell. He looked around the store as you opened the register, but his eyes quickly settled back on you. 

“Real hot out there ain't it? Haven't had a summer like this in years, I thought I was gonna burn up out there. Probably able to fry a egg on the sidewalk” he laughed showing a (surprisingly) full set of yellow and stained teeth. He gave a toothy grin as he leaned on the counter as you rang him up. If he was worried about you noticing him staring, you couldn't tell. His warm brown eyes were going over every inch of you as you got out his change.

He leaned closer to you to look at your nametag on your chest. Even after he had read your name his eyes still lingered for longer than they should have.

“Real pretty name, suits ya”

“Oh thanks, my parents gave it to me. Do you want your receipt?” you asked as you handed him his meager change. He gave a big laugh as he straightened his hat that hid his sandy blond hair. 

“It ain't like I'm gonna need it. I'm hardly gonna return the gas am I?” he said with sparkling eyes and a strong laugh.

You gave a small laugh as he walked to the door, leaving dirty boot prints behind.

“Try to keep out of the heat if you can!” you called after him.

Your thoughts were interrupted as Tommy began to spray air freshener around your counter.

He gave you a happy looking smile as he walked back to his old filthy truck. He gave you a small wave as he got in, which you returned. You didn't want to risk being rude of course, no other reason. Besides, you were told to be friendly with the customers.

“Does he come in often?” 

“God I hate that guy, hasn't he ever heard of deodorant? Stinks up the whole place, and he ruins my floor too.” Tommy exasperated with a sharp tone. 

“Yeah usually comes in a few times a week, sometimes we don't see him for a while though. Fucking weirdo” Tommy said with a thinly veiled layer of disgust.

“Guess you didn't see all the bones and crap hanging from that piece of shit truck. He reminds me of the hitchhiker from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” Tommy scoffed as he went to his office. 

“He didn't seem that weird, he didn't cause any trouble at least. He was nice. '' You said quickly, feeling you should defend him for some reason. Sure the guy wasn't exactly the cleanest guy you'd ever seen in your life, and he did stare a bit, but you found him sort of cute, like a possum.

The air felt soured from Tommy's unnecessarily rude words. You kept yourself busy for the remaining few hours of your shift. But your mind was elsewhere, thinking of possums and brown eyes.