#bo sinclair x self insert

[truecobblepot]

BUT MOM I LOVE HIM 😾‼️

[thenoodlecabootle]

Finished the Wip! Have some of my silly self insert and Bo (plus my self inserts siblings)

I imagine that the Sinclair aren’t one to kill children. So Bo nor Vincent exactly know what to do about this lady with three kids with her.

(Btw my self inserts name is Auti. The sibs are Jacob, Holly, and Lily)

[slashwhores]

Welcome to another installment of every artists hell like game... *drumroll*

[Crowd]

Which

Art Style

Will

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USE

TODAY!!!

*crowd applauds*

[visceravalentines]

If this is too much don’t answer but I always wonder how the significant others of people in tumblr fandoms feel. Does he know? Or like read your writings etcetera. I just know that any of my past GF’s would’ve flipped a lid, but I don’t know. Im just curious how that works.

my hubs knows that I write kinky self-insert porn that I post on the internet, yes! and he has read some but he himself does not want to be bo sinclair's attic wife so it doesn't really hit for him. he's very supportive although he does not understand the appeal in the slightest lmao.

to me, writing explicit fanfic, whether x reader or self-insert or otherwise, is similar in some ways to watching porn or even creating sexual content a la onlyfans, etc. what I mean by that is, if your partner is uncomfortable with it, that should probably trigger a larger discussion about fidelity, insecurity, and what fandom entails and represents to you. but just because they are uncomfortable with it does not make it inherently negative or morally reprehensible.

it's kinda like body hair--some people like it, some people don't, but whether or not you like it and whether or not you have it is objectively fine either way!! it's most important to make sure your partner feels heard and respected and you do too. that's healthy relationships, baybee.

[bluecoolr]

Find the Word WIP Game

Rules: search your wip(s) for the words given to you and share a sentence, then assign words for the people you tag

Thank you Meg (@visceravalentines) my sweet for tagging me! I stumbled on old wips like exes during a walk along the park. This was tons of fun tho.

Fair warning, I'm a descriptive writer, so it gets really wordy sometimes.

My words were: mouth, fall, open, dirt, and teeth

Mouth

From "Creeping Death" (a fic for my OC Darrell):

Sobs gave way to laughter - sweet, tart, then bitter. The truth was always like that, like cranberries. He never could eat too much of them. 

Darrell opened his mouth and slipped the gun inside. Metal on the tongue, like blood but cold.

Fall

From a wip literally titled "[Title Here]" (Self-Insert x Vampire fic) I did ages ago:

Sophie dismissed the notion, supposing her fellow tourist might have taken a different way to the steps. She quickly picked her way through the ruins, afraid that the bus might leave her behind. In her hurry, her boot slipped on a well-worn stone step.  She cried out as she felt herself fall back, but the impact never came. Someone had caught her from behind. 

Well, there had been another tourist up on the deck! Sophie sighed and laughed nervously. She turned to thank them, muttering apologies, which were cut short in her horror. There was nobody there. She had been alone in that narrow corridor.

Open

From another untitled wip that's meant to be a Self-Insert x Bo Sinclair fic, I guess:

Over time, Sophie learned that cleaning meant stripping the cars of all means of identification - registration papers, license plates, even fingerprint traces. Bo would sift through personal belongings and bring home things he thought were salvageable. 

"Want anythin'?" he asked Sophie. 

Her first answer was a shrug. What was she supposed to say? Cheeseburger and fries? "My bag?" she said. "It's under the passenger seat of the beige car." 

Sophie found that she could not bear to put on her old clothes. They reminded her of a different life, and not thinking about anything before Ambrose just made it easier to stay. 

From then on, she either wore things she found in the house or things Vincent and Bo gave her. Seeing her barefoot in a shoes-in household drove him mad, so one day he dropped a pair of open toe pumps in her lap. 

"Eight-n'-a-half," he simply told her, "My Momma's." 

She pushed her sketchbook and pencils aside. "You don't mind me wearing them?" she asked, taking the dainty heels in her hands. 

Bo shrugged. "Haven't got anywhere to wear them to. They're yours." He casually sauntered off.

Baby Blue, you know damn well fingerprints would be the LAST thing Ho Binclair would think of. Why would you write that?

Dirt

From the same wip as above:

and

It felt as though they had run for miles, but Sophie knew they hadn't gotten very far. The terrain was slowing them down, but she couldn't risk tripping. She knew that if she tripped, she wouldn't get back up. Bo was still out there, and no doubt he knew these woods blind. She could hear him. Gaining on them steadily. Every snapping twig, every rustling leaf told Sophie that he was coming closer. 

The woods began to recede, and the ground turned from damp soil to fill dirt. A collection of squat, dilapidated buildings stood at a distance, as if someone had misplaced them in that sea of trees. 

Teeth

Also from the same wip:

"Yeah, Daddy took a knife between 'em. Bo got the full face and Vinny was short-changed."  He dropped his voice to a whisper, "Bo says when he washes his hair, he can feel a bit o' gum on the back of his head. Hard like a lump. He thinks he's got some o' Vincent's baby teeth in there." 

Lester obviously found it funny, and Sophie managed a wry smile. 

A thud startled them. Vincent had noisily set down a gallon jug of bleach on the office floor. He didn't appreciate his disfigurement being discussed.

Wracking my brain for moots who i think might have wips rn... AAAAA @rottent33th @slaasherslut @the-pinstriped-hood @solmints-messyocdiary @probably-a-plant-thing (👀) @goldrose-star @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better and ummm... any moots that I may have forgotten can consider themselves tagged btw!

Your words are: fix, night, cold, blood, and smile

[f1nalboys]

You're Mine - Bo Sinclair x Self Insert

Bo Sinclair x Self Insert

PLEASE READ WARNINGS!

WORD COUNT: 2661

WARNINGS: SELF INSERT GUYS. this is NOT x reader. my name is mentioned legit once and i dont think i described myself physically very much but its not x reader!!!!, nsfw, yandere!bo, canon typical violence, canon typical murder, slight dub-con elements (i wrote it with full consent but considering the circumstances and certain things bo says, using that tag as a safety thing), degradation, creampie, unprotected sex, knife play, blood play, outdoor sex, evil yucky bo :3, self harm scars mentioned, bo cuts over pre-existing scar, bo makes SI lick blade clean, predator/prey dynamics, uhhh i think thats it, not proofread,

“And thanks again, Bo, for letting us stay here for the night while you fix the car up! We really appreciate it!” She says with a smile and for a second it’s enough to make Bo forget that Nick was just behind her, sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking his shoes off. She was smiling for him, for Bo, and just him. He knew that. He knew since he saw her get out of Lesters shitty truck that she was meant to be his. 

“No problem, sugar. I feel much better having you under my roof.” She blushes at the nickname, at the clear declaration of love, and he nods his head at her, flashing a grin. “You have a nice night, alright, sweetheart?”

“You too, Bo.” She shuts the door and Bo makes his way into his bedroom, closing the door tightly, kicking his shoes off, and shutting the light off. He can feel his way around the house completely blind so making his way to his bed, sitting in front of the two-way mirror, it was almost second nature. Bo sits on the edge of his bed and watches with bated breath.

Nick had finally gotten into the bed, shirt off and thrown into a heap on the floor. She, however, was taking her time to carefully undress, folding and placing each item on top of each other. She was undressing like this for Bo. She had to have known that the mirror was two-way, that he could see every curve and fold and scar on her body with how close she was to it. 

With a soft sigh he grinds his palm onto his lap, hissing at the friction and at the sight of her ass as she bends over, slipping her pants off. “C’mon, get into bed,” Nick says and Bo scowls; he had forgotten he was there. Nick was covering his eyes, per her request, and she scoffs, pulling on a pair of thin leggings and slipping her bra off. God, her tits, Bo thinks, head tilting to the side slightly.

She had shown up in a tank top and jacket zipped all the way up but the Louisiana heat got to her in the garage and, in what felt like slow fucking motion for him, unzipped her hoodie. Bo dropped the god damn wrench he was holding, the tool clanging against the concrete floor, and for the first time he felt himself blush as he bent down to grab it. She had laughed, covering her mouth with her hand, but she wasn’t laughing at him, he knew that. She wouldn’t do that.

Bo tunes back into the present and sees that the other bedroom is dark now, though he can still make out their bodies in the bed from the light pouring in from under the door. “C’mon, don’t you want to?” He hears Nick say, can see the man's silhouette reaching a hand towards her. She giggles. “We can be quiet.”

“You can be quiet,” She retorts quietly but Bo can hear her sigh and he knows that Nick is touching her. “I have a hard time doing that, remember?” 

“Mhm, it’s cute, though. Besides, that creep totally has a thing for you. Why don’t you put a show on for him? Bet he’s watching us right now or some shit.” Bo’s mouth goes dry at the mention of him. Nick had been giving him the stink eye every time he would try to make conversation with her, but he had casually asked if the two of them were together, not that he cared. ‘Nope,’ she had said with a blush and that’s when Bo knew he had her. 

“Oh, stop! He’s being nice, lettin’ us stay here; he’s not a creep.” She sighs again and, now that his eyes have adjusted to the darkness more, he can make out her hips moving underneath the blanket. “But we can screw around a bit if you want, j-just, shit! Just need to keep your hand over my mouth.”

Nick laughs and Bo removes his hand from his lap, anger rising in his chest. He was touching his property right in front of him. Knew he was watching and was trying to prove something. Bo stands quietly, eyes trained on her, and can hear her barely muffled moans. She was his. He was supposed to be the one drawing those noises from her, to feel her tighten around his fingers, to hear the wet squelch of his cock plunging inside her. Not Nick. And he wouldn’t, Bo decides as he slips his shoes on and grabs the knife placed onto his dresser. Not anymore.

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The woods were a maze. She ran as fast as she could, trees and shrubbery cutting into her bare arms. The thin top and leggings she wore were doing nothing to help protect her from the temperature - which had dropped considerably - or the foliage which seemed to reach out and scratch and cut and slow her down on purpose. Her shoes were covered in mud as were her knees and hands when she had gone sprawling just moments ago.

He was chasing her.

Bo loved the chase. He loved running after the victim, hunting them not unlike a predator in the wild, letting them think they had finally escaped him only to crush their hopes in an instant. But she wasn’t a victim. Didn’t she understand that? He runs after her, far more graceful, jumping and dodging over fallen branches and prickly bushes, always right on her heel. 

Nick was dead, bleeding out on the streets of Ambrose. She was covered in his blood. After Bo had stabbed him once, twice, three times in the chest and he had crumpled to the ground, she had attempted to stop the bleeding with her hands, screaming and crying, begging him not to die. Bo let her grieve, though he found himself getting annoyed fairly quickly. He had gotten rid of the only other thing keeping her away from him and she wasn’t acting grateful. And then she looked up, looked at him with tear-filled eyes, fear coursing through her veins, and ran.

Her foot catches on a large gnarled root and she falls, holding her hands out to catch herself. The wind is knocked out of her when she lands, slamming into the rock-covered ground, one stabbing into her stomach. She already can’t breathe and now it feels like there’s no oxygen left around her and she can hear the sound of Bo’s approaching footsteps. She knows it’s over.

Forcing herself to flip over she sucks in a raspy breath, eyes widening at the sight of the man approaching. He towers over her, his coveralls darkened with blood, the knife still in his hand. She watches a single drop of blood fall from the tip. Nick’s blood. “Please,” She says, cringing at the way her voice cracks. She was terrified, completely at the mercy of some lunatic she had thought was safe. She had even defended him when Nick called him a creep and now Nick was dead in the streets of an abandoned town and she was stuck in the woods with the man looming over her with a sick sadistic grin plastered onto his face. 

But underneath the fear, underneath the disgust, lies something else, something not quite dormant. She can’t tell what it is.

“Please what, sugar? Use your words.”

“Please don’t kill me.” Please make it quick if you do, she almost adds, but then he laughs. He laughs at her and takes three large steps forwards until he's directly over top of her and she does nothing to stop him or to keep him away. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He repeats with a raised eyebrow and her thighs squeeze together subconsciously and she can suddenly pinpoint the feeling she was having. Want. She wanted him, even after everything he had done, even as Nick's blood dried onto her skin. Nodding she bites her lip, swallowing heavily. “Pull your pants down.”

Bo watches completely enamored as she does what he asks, yanking her leggings down, her eyes on him. She doesn’t blink, she doesn’t move, she barely breathes as she waits. She was uncomfortable on the forest floor but she knew better than to complain. Putting the blade of the knife in between his teeth he shoves his coveralls off of his shoulders, the white shirt underneath stained red. 

“Heard him touchin’ you,” Bo says, shoving the coveralls down past his hips just enough to pull his already hardening cock out and grabbing the knife from his mouth. His grip tightens around himself as he stares down at her, so helpless. “Heard all those fuckin’ noises you were making. Teasin’ me like a whore, knew I was watching and listenin’ and had to act up, didn’t you?”

“You… you were watching? How?” 

“Mirror. Don’t act like you weren’t doing it for me.” He spits and she flinches, hands grabbing at the bottom of her shirt to pull it down over herself. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” Bo snaps and her hands let go instantly, balling into fists at her side. They were at the edge of the woods somehow, streetlights from Ambrose illuminating her body on the ground. She thought she had been further away from town but she must have gotten confused, fallen and jumped back up ust to run in the wrong direction. 

Still stroking himself, Bo bends down, dragging the blood-soaked knife up her bare legs gently. She whimpers and Bo grins at the noise; He knows she will be making more noises like that soon. “What are you going to do to me?” She whispers, her sobs silent now but the tears still streaming down her face. Bo tsks.

“Better question is what ain’t I gonna do to you, sugar.” She closes her eyes, lips pursing. “You do this to yourself?” Her eyes open and she sees him staring at her thighs and she swallows heavily; she had forgotten about her scars. They were littering her right thigh, pale, almost gone from how long it’s been. She hadn’t even thought about them.

“Yeah, a while ago, though.”

“I see.” Bo’s striking eyes catching hers. For a moment she wonders if he feels sorry for her but then he’s digging the tip of the knife into her flesh, right over one of the existing scars, dragging it across all while never flinching. She hisses, tears pricking at her eyes but she tries her best not to move, worried about how much deeper the knife would go if she did. “Good girl, Brooklyn,” Bo purrs, removing the knife and bringing the blade to her mouth. Nick’s blood was still covering the metal, now mixed with her own. He places it against her lips. “Clean the knife up, wouldn’t you?”

His voice was thick with desire and his tongue swipes across his bottom lip, wetting it just as hers tentatively pokes out, swiping across the blade. Her face screws up at the metallic taste but she continues licking, keeping her eyes on him. The blood pouring from her thigh was warm and she shivers. Bo moves the knife away, finally, and she waits with bated breath to see what else he was going to do, to see how else he was going to touch her. 

Why was she excited? Why did she want to see what he was going to do to her? She should be trying to run off, whether he killed her or not no longer mattering; he was dangerous. She knew that, saw it with her own eyes, but yet there she lay. Patiently. Obediently. “Spread your legs.” Bo commands and she does so, a blush crawling up her neck when he whistles. She can see his cock twitch, the streetlight bouncing off of the precum collecting at his tip and she wants to sit up and taste him. “Fuck, so wet. Can’t even deny how bad you want my cock in you, can you, sugar?”

“N-no, I can't...” He grins wildly, clearly having expected a fight. Bo was used to a fight, but he didn’t want her to give him one. “I…” She squeezes her eyes shut, mind reeling over the fact she was really about to say this to him. “I want you to fuck me.” No sooner are the words out of her mouth than he is slotting himself in between her spread thighs, knife held at her throat.

Bo doesn’t say anything, just pulls her underwear, which were thoroughly soaked through, to the side, lines his cock up, and shoves himself inside. She howls in pain at the stretch, grabbing at his biceps with her nails digging into his flesh. “Fuck, so god damn tight-” Bo groans, his hips pressed against her ass, fully seated inside her. “Pretty fuckin’ pussy, just let me right in, though, didn’t it?”

She curses as he begins to move, the knife digging into the soft flesh of her neck ever so slightly, the sting of pain making her feel dizzy. There were so many sensations that it was beginning to be overwhelming; the rocks digging into her back with each thrust that sent her body jolting, the blood cool on her thigh, the sting of the cuts and bruises that littered her body, the ache in her cunt from the lack of time to adjust to Bo’s size, and Bo himself. 

He was all over her, tossing the knife to the side, just out of her reach, in favor of wrapping a hand around her throat. His other hand was moving up and down her body, slipping up her shirt and pawing at her tits roughly, dragging his nails down her flesh, grabbing her hips to slam her down onto him harder. Bo was kissing her roughly, too - it seems everything he did was rough -  lips dragging against her own and littering her face, hot breath and curse words covering her skin. 

“Cl-close,” She groans, shocked at how quickly she had been brought to the edge. It never happened this fast, not once in her life and yet she was quickly approaching - no, more like barreling towards - the hardest and fastest orgasm of her life in the woods, being fucked by a murderer. “Fuck, Bo, I’m gonna-”

“Do it,” He says, hips snapping forwards harshly, his grip on her throat tightening ever so slightly. He moves his head back, lips swollen from kissing her, and Bo stares at her with such an intensity she can feel herself being dragged even closer to the edge. “Fucking cum for me, slut. Show me how bad you want me to fuckin’ fill your tight little cunt up. Go on, bitch, milk my cock.”

Her mouth opens and she cums, the wind knocked out of her completely. Without even meaning too she wraps her legs around Bo’s hips, forcing him deeper inside her, his pelvis flush against her. He barely has enough room to flex his hips and fuck he could die like this, buried to the hilt inside her while she came, her arms wrapping around his neck and tugging at his hair. 

Bo cums soon after, head buried in her shoulder, letting go of her neck in favor of holding her hips as tight as he could. “Fuck, there we go,” He says, laughing against her sweaty skin. Bo stays inside her as he looks down at her, surveying her face. She was bruised and a little bloody, his hand covered in the blood from her thigh which trailed up her body, covering her throat and was smeared across her face, but she looked beautiful. “You’re mine.”

“What?” “I said,” Bo’s hips flex and she gasps, overstimulated and exhausted. She can feel him getting hard inside her again and she realizes with both fear and arousal that the two of them weren’t done here. “You’re mine.”

[slasher-lovers-blog]

I wanna be hoisted over his shoulder 🤤😳

[slasherlouvre]

POV: you forced Bo to remain pent up before finally taking him in your mouth, and letting him release for the first time in a week

[bosinclairenthusiast]

Bo Sinclair x AFAB reader (NSFW)

You’re tangled around Bo, legs tight against his hips and arms almost holding his neck in a choke hold. You’re crying and gasping, vision whiting out with every deep thrust he makes. Sex had never been this good before Bo, every guy has just pumped, dumped and left as soon as they could. But Bo? He works you over like a well oiled machine, he knows exactly how to bring you to the edge every time. He fingers you for what feels like hours beforehand, eats you out as well, always so happy to give you what you need while bending on his knees. When he finally, finally gives into his own needs he fucks you within an inch of your life. You hadn’t been more satisfied in years.

You hold onto him, crying into his ear as he snakes a hand between you and him, fingers finding your clit easily, a defeat for most men, and rubs you until you bite his neck from pleasure. He’s getting close, you can tell in the way his brows are furrowing and his hips start to stutter, you’re begging in his ear to cum, please Bo, please cum in me when you hear footsteps out the door. Bo mustn’t hear, normally he has ears like a hawk but he’s seeking his pleasure from you, that’s all he’s thinking about. But you hear it, hear the door squeal open quietly, you expect Jonesy to be pawing at the door, the old girl normally comes in for her dog toys or to lay in her bed under the sun but your heart races when you see Vincent standing there, his mask is gone, it had broken earlier after an incident with some college kids and you can see the side of his face that isn’t a gaping hole. He looks exactly like Bo of course, being conjoined identical twins and all. He’s staring at you, watching as Bo fucks into you. You whimper when you see Vincent’s hand move towards the front of his pants, his shoulders are hunched but you can see how heavy he’s breathing. Bo still has no idea what’s going on, still lost in the heat of your pussy. You’re close, watching as Vincent keeps rubbing himself and hearing Bo spilling obscenities against the shell of your ear. You’re so close, so fucking close.

“Cum for me darlin’.” Bo begs, fingers working you right over the edge.

You scream out your release, body shaking and convulsing around Bo’s dick. He cums in the next couple of thrusts, groaning your name loudly. He drops on top of you, resting his head on your breast, you watch as Vincent starts shaking, he grips the doorframe as he cums. You see his knees bend with the force of his orgasm, it sends a thrill down your spine. Bo grunts as he starts to get up, Vincent flees out the door and you turn back to Bo. He hands you his shirt and you clean up as he grabs a cigarette from his side table, you cuddle up to his side as he smokes, thinking about the way Vincent had shaken as he saw you cum. You’d have to talk to him about privacy tomorrow, for now you lay next to your husband happy to be enjoying his warmth.

[truecobblepot]

finger snipper boyfriend 🥰🫶🏻🛠️🧢

[thenoodlecabootle]

more Bo Sinclair with my Self-insert Auti

I made an art style change and I’m getting way better at drawing him :)

(They’re so silly and totally not toxic and they love each other very much totally definitely )

[calibri-crossies]

Sinclair's little sister,but now she's grew up.

Pfff,Jonesy is such a cute baby!!

[cheshirefelineart]

Me when Bo is mean to Vincent

[gravesightings]

May I request the slasher’s reaction to their s/o getting a bad haircut! (btw hope your day/night is going well).

of course! and things have been going well, thank you. 💖

slashers reactions to: their s/o getting a bad haircut

Asa Emory / The Collector

depending on whether or not you actually consulted him beforehand, this could go two ways.

if you didn't, he'd be upset. who gave you permission to have your hair cut? why didn't you ask him first? does he need to remind you of your place again?

Asa might leave you be for a couple of days depending on how drastic the change is. if it can be remedied easily, he'll have you beg for forgiveness but if not - don't be offended when he starts bringing you wigs. actually, he won't care either way. this is your fault.

if it's something you two have talked over then he's a lot more sympathetic about it. especially if you feel insecure over it. it's not so bad actually. if you're lucky you might catch him fiddling with your hair while you sleep.

overall he's indifferent to it. it's just hair? it's not the end of the world. just be thankful that he has no interest in experimenting with hair implants.

Billy Lenz

it might seem like he wouldn't notice but he's actually quite perceptive to these kinds of things. Billy is absolutely the type to notice any sort of physical change no matter how subtle it is.

unsurprisingly, this is because he spends almost all of his time watching you. of course he's bound to notice!

he'll definitely point it out but he'd either be neutral or mildly upset about it. if he dislikes it, you would know immediately because he would pull your hair and demand answers.

if it's not that big of a difference and he's craving a bit of your company Billy would want to brush your hair for you! isn't he sweet? unless of course it gets tangled, then you might actually end up looking worse. (unless you teach him how to do it properly.)

if he's feeling more gracious than usual he might even offer to remedy it! whether or not you decide to indulge him is entirely up to you. there's a slim chance he would actually be good at it but denying him isn't recommended either..

Bo Sinclair

there's no sugar-coating it. Bo will laugh at you. he might even point it out to his brothers if you look especially funny.

did you go to a blind hairdresser? head got stuck in a lawnmower? got attacked by a bunch of bloodthirsty birds? you're never going to hear the end of it. he's never going to let this go even after your hair grows out.

would constantly tease you about it but it's mostly out of love. he might even come up with cute nicknames for you depending on how badly you messed up your haircut.

if someone else tries to make fun of you though that's an entirely different story. only he can call you ugly duckling! if someone else does it then he's ready to crack someone's skull open.

denies he was doing anything to defend you. Bo would just claim that they were being too loud for his liking. it had nothing to do with you. nope. not at all. "it's 'cause your hair's so damn ugly that they died on the spot."

Brahms Heelshire

what have you done?! this is MUTINY! he's been BETRAYED! dramatically reaches out to feel your hair with his trembling fingers.

this is all so wrong... so very wrong. at first he would only be able to stare at you in utter disbelief. as if you've spat at his face and insulted his entire bloodline.

Brahms takes it as a personal attack against him. sure, he can be a handful at times but he'd never thought you'd be this cruel! it might take some thorough explaining that no, actually you hadn't intended to end up like this.

regardless he would be very upset. he's rather fond of your hair and if it was longer before and much shorter now, he might not be able to recover from it until it grows back. Brahms is a bit shallow, you see.

when your hair does eventually grow out expect him to treat you like a ticking time bomb. he can't possibly trust you with keeping it pristine now! it's decided. Brahms would just have to cut your hair for you. unlike Billy though, he has slightly more experience since he cuts his own hair so you might not have to worry too much.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba absolutely adores you either way! literally nothing can convince him otherwise. he might even get upset if you tell him it's ugly. no no no, you can't possibly be ugly! you're his s/o! you look wonderful no matter what!

as for the rest of the family... the twins love it too! they might even call you a trendsetter. they might come off as patronizing if you haven't been around that long to know them but they're actually genuinely into it. it's fun and quirky and nobody else has it! what do you mean you look bad?

Drayton is a lot less enthusiastic about it. he'll throw in an insult here and there but nothing too harsh unless it's getting in the way of your chores. if it bothers you so much he might actually shave all of your hair off. (don't worry! Bubba will protect you!)

if you're adamant about remedying your look then Bubba would offer to help. unfortunately he has little to no experience with cutting hair. he was the one offering his help but.. are you sure you want him to do this? he's more worried about accidentally snipping your ear off than he is ruining your look.

Bubba wouldn't really understand if you happen to be worked up about it. he truly, wholeheartedly thinks that you look gorgeous no matter what you do with your appearance. it's still you under there after all!

Jason Voorhees

he'd be surprised at first but will try to play it cool if you become self-conscious. points at something just above your head. he wasn't staring at your hair, he was looking at...uh. that bird up that tree! it flew away when you looked... too bad..

like Bubba, Jason loves you no matter how you look. big boy does not care at all. things will stay pretty much the same. he’s not the type to make a big deal about it just because you look a little different.

he would make sure to shower you with compliments if he catches you fussing over your appearance though. bring in the gifts! he picked up this cool hat for you, do you want it? how about these hair clips? he wants to help as much as he can.

Jason would not want to fix it for you but it’s not like he can deny you when you’re asking for his help. what if he messes it up? what if you get mad at him? what if he accidentally hurts you? it’s too risky. he doesn’t even know how to! hopefully his many concerns would be enough to convince you to just let it be.

if not, well.. his hands would be trembling the entire time. this poor man would be scared to death to snip even a single strand of your hair. why would you put him through this? not only would it take him hours before doing anything noticeable, he would be in a constant state of dread the entire time.

Jesse Cromeans / Chromeskull

WHEEZE. babe, what happened? who did you offend? he’s very desperately trying not to laugh at you but he’s failing. what a gentleman. Jesse would inspect the damage - totally not struggling to hide his laughter - before claiming that he hadn’t noticed anything until you pointed it out.

he’ll tease you about it, asking if you’ve been out making enemies behind his back. he won’t be as much of an asshole as Bo per se but he’s not about to pass up the opportunity to get a reaction from you.

Jesse is more of a romantic about it, holding you close and placing a palm on your chest. what matters to him is this, he signs. ...your tits. oh and your heart too, but that’s just a bonus. he’s kidding! stop hitting him! (claims to have planned this just to make you smile all along. sneaky bastard.)

if it’s something that bothers you, he’ll have a hairdresser come over for a home service. why are you surprised? were you expecting him to bring you to the salon? the barbers? why would he do something like that? he’s offended!

now you’ve done it - you’ve bruised his ego. the man’s just showing off at this point. within the short period of time the hairdresser took to fix your little problem, Jesse somehow managed to get more people involved. they’re wheeling all sorts of expensive-looking equipment in. one claims they’re a nail technician and the other a masseuse. oh you had plans today? too bad, you're getting pampered and that’s final.

Michael Myers

if it’s really bad then he might let out a small chuckle but that’s pretty much it. the most he’ll do is run his fingers through your hair. Michael doesn’t really care all that much for appearance either.

but he’s not as eager to console you like the rest of the slashers are. if it’s a bad haircut then it’s bad - he’s not the type to beat around the bush. “do you think I look stupid?” he’ll nod. if you react negatively to that he’ll just shrug. you asked! what do you want him to do, lie?

Michael would help you out if you asked but it’s ill-advised. he’s decent with a pair of scissors but he’s going to keep cutting shorter and shorter until you either stop him or you run out of hair. (there’s no guarantee he’ll stop even if you asked nicely.) clearly this is your fault. why would you trust him with a pair of scissors?

this should be obvious but do not let him anywhere near your hair with anything sharp. he might take matters in his own hands if he sees how fixated you are with your haircut. if it’s that bad, he’ll snip away while you sleep. Michael would be careful not to wake you.

overall you’re almost guaranteed to have an awful time if Michael decides he wants to do something about it. he’s not going to make fun of you but you’re going to wish he did instead of butchering your precious mane.

Thomas Hewitt

oh, honey... what happened? he’ll set you on his lap to give you a good look-over. Tommy is not all too concerned about how you look but how you feel about it so he’ll help in any way he can. if you’re upset about it he’ll press a quick kiss on the crown of your head to reassure you.

nothing a little trim can’t fix! as good as he is with his hands, he has almost no experience with hair so he would have to ask Luda Mae for help. he’ll be there too don’t you worry your pretty little head!

Luda Mae would coo at you affectionately, earning a disapproving “tsk, tsk.“ at the poor soul who had done this to you. they would be the talk of the town. if you somehow did this to yourself, then she’ll scold you out of love. why didn’t you ask her instead? after the whole ordeal is sorted out though she’ll beam with pride when you comment on how good it turned out.

Hoyt is most likely going to chide on how badly you messed it up if you were the one responsible but if it was someone else, you best believe he’d be out of the door in search for the s.o.b. what kind of hairdresser would do such a half-assed job?

if you’re not quite close to the family yet, Tommy would do it but he’s unfortunately not as good as Luda Mae. he won’t be as bad as Michael though so you can still save whatever dignity you have left.

Vincent Sinclair

unsurprisingly, he’s the mature one out of the bunch and like Tommy, he’s more concerned about how you feel instead of how you look. he would immediately try to fix it - you won’t even have to ask. Vincent won’t even give you time to actually feel bad about it, that’s how much he cares about you.

he usually doesn’t alter his victims’ appearances so he doesn’t have much experience but he’s not about to tell you that! his caring side would definitely override his lack of confidence. congrats! Vincent does a pretty good job. he would even give you a trim if you asked.

if you somehow ran into his brothers first then there’s no escaping it. Bo’s going to laugh at you. Lester wouldn’t really insult you but he’ll poke fun at you, saying that it would be much easier to find you now, much to Bo’s amusement. luckily for you, they’d made enough ruckus to draw out Vincent.

Vincent wouldn’t necessarily defend you from his brothers, just silently tug you somewhere else - prompting Bo to call him out for being a killjoy. unfortunately since he’s used to his brothers picking at him he’ll expect you to do the same. afterwards he won’t take long to fix your haircut.

this isn’t going to stop Bo from calling you names though. Lester wouldn’t do it but he’s not exactly opposed to what he assumes is just friendly banter. they’re unlikely to cross the line since they know how much you mean to Vincent so unless you’re especially sensitive, then it’s nothing too serious.

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