#lester sinclair x s/o

[loveandmurders]

You belong to Ambrose II (poly!Sinclairs x f!reader)

Hello everyone! First, I really want to thank you all for the love you gave to the first part of this story (that you can find here). 😍🥰

It made me so happy but also very anxious about this next part haha! I planned 3 parts in total (a fourth maybe, if you ask for it), and I do hope you'll enjoy this series as much as you did at first <3 <3

Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of stalking, kidnapping and murders, morally grey reader, reader getting angry, sad and feeling guilty, some strong words, dark!brothers, very brief mentions of sexual desire and activities

Lester was good at following people without them to notice him, even if there was no one else on the road. He knew the roads by heart and his hearing was sharp, so he could guess where a car was without being right behind it. He actually parked near the forest and simply closed his eyes to guess which roads you were taking. He guessed you were at the campsite; a lot of tourists stayed there too. You were making things very easy for him and he thanked his luck. When everything seemed quiet again, he walked through the woods, just to make sure he was right and indeed, he found you sat with your people. You were five in total, but you all looked too gentle and soft to really be a problem for him and his brothers. He watched you, hidden behind a tree. His heart was clenching at the sight of you laughing. Even if it wasn’t with him, just hearing this beautiful sound once again was making him thrilled. He couldn’t wait for his hands to roam your body like they used to either.

He let you eat with your friends and he let you fall asleep under the bright sky full of stars. He saw you chatting a little while with one of the boys of the group and he had to admit he really didn’t like it. He didn’t know if he was your boyfriend or not, but he was definitively jealous. And he would need to talk about it to the twins so they could get rid of the man. Actually, he wanted everyone dead as quickly as possible, because you didn't belong to any of them.

He texted the location to his brothers.

Soon enough, the three men were towering over your group, their whole being finally calming down: you were back in their life and they weren’t going to let you go anymore. They couldn’t believe you were finally there and they didn’t attack your group right away. They wanted to enjoy the calmness written all over your face first. They always thought you were looking like an angel when you were sleeping. Vincent tried to memorise the scene so he could draw your sleeping form under the moon. Bo almost smiled, so relieved you hadn’t disappeared forever. Lester was the only one growing impatient. The twins knew things weren’t going to be too pretty after they kidnapped your group and they didn’t want that. They wanted to go straight to the moment where you would allow them to show you tenderness and to pleasure you. It was going to be so much work, so they wanted to enjoy the peace of the moment.

If only you had never left them; things would have been so much better.

If only you hadn’t decided to camp so close to Ambrose, you would have been safe.

Deep down, you knew you should have asked your friends to drive away as far away as possible, but you didn’t.

Because you didn’t want your friends to worry about anything and to ruin the nice mood.

Because you knew it was useless; the Sinclairs were hunters and they never let go of their prey until they had it.

Because you wanted the brothers to force you back into their lives, even though you would rather die than admit it.

You knew it was over when you woke up, in the middle of the night, feeling watched. You also heard quiet footsteps all over your group. You could have grabbed the little knife you had in your bag, or you could have screamed to wake up everyone, but you didn’t. You simply waited. You didn’t want the Sinclairs to have to hurt your friends or yourself. Maybe especially yourself.

You still jumped when you felt a hand over your mouth and you looked up. You recognised Bo’s touch on you and tried your best to not start crying out of fear. The man shushed you into your ear, before he took into your delicious scent.

“Shh, sweetheart, won’t hurt ya, 'kay? No need to make things difficult” he whispered to you and you nodded which made him smile “Atta girl” he praised you.

It was then you noticed two shadows moving over your friends. You weren’t too sure what they were going to do to them. You started to panic and tried to get away from Bo’s touch. “We won’t kill them. Yet. We’re just druggin’ them so we can brin’ them to Ambrose with us” Bo explained to you. You calmed down but you still shook your head at that. “I know ya want them all safe and sound, but we can’t let them go to the police, so they come” Bo replied and you heard the venom in his voice. He couldn’t hide the jealousy and the rage of his girl loving other people than him and his brothers “Time to go back to sleep, princess” he mused and you tried to fight as he pressed a tissue over your face.

You didn’t struggle for long before everything went dark.

When you opened your eyes again, you felt like you were back years ago. You were laying down in the guest room in the Sinclairs' house; a guest room that was actually yours because Trudy insisted for you to leave your belongings there, as it was your second house. It wasn’t like the Sinclairs were inviting anyone else at home anyways (or that anyone wanted to sleep in their house either). Your parents weren’t too happy about it, but you often slept there. The room was still the same with its pinkish walls and the cream furniture. Drawings were on the walls. You almost wondered if you were going to be late for school before you realised what truly happened. 

The Sinclairs kidnapped you and your friends. 

You tried to sit up but you realised one of your hands was cuffed to the bed frame. You cursed and tried to get your hand free until you heard footsteps in the corridor. You stopped breathing, waiting for someone to enter the room. Your heart was hammering inside your chest. You wanted to believe it was all a nightmare, and that you were going to wake up soon.

Bo cracked the door open and smiled when he noticed you were awake.

“Hello, doll,” he hummed as he entered the room.

You finally could have a good look at him and you had to admit he became as handsome as you thought he would be. You looked away, afraid of what was going to happen to you, afraid of him. Your whole body was tense and you cursed yourself for having tempted the devil like your mother asked you not to. You had been so so stupid.

Bo walked to you before cupping your face to force you to look at him. He had lost his smile. His thumb gently stroked your cheek. You tried very hard to not start crying. Or to not lean into his touch. His skin felt so warm against yours.

“Please, Bo. Let us go” you whispered. You noticed that the man’s jaw tightened. It was clearly not the first words he wanted to hear from you after all this time.

“Trust me, no one’s leavin’ no more” he harshly replied and tears fell down your cheeks. It calmed him down “Ah baby” he shushed as he knelt beside you to kiss your tears away. You hated how much you loved to feel his lips on your skin once again. “Ya’re meant to be a Sinclair, ‘s fate bringin’ ya where ya belong. And we’re all gonna take an extra good care of ya for all the years we had to go through without ya” he continued as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“You want me, keep me and let everyone else go, please. They have nothing to do with this.” you begged again. Bo sighted.

“Ya shouldn’t’ve left Ambrose, doll. Now ya have to pay the price for it” he simply shrugged and got up. “Gonna bring ya some breakfast, baby, I’ll be back” he added and left the room.

You cried even more, knowing you wouldn’t be able to reason with the Sinclairs. You hoped your people were still alive so you could help them to escape, even if it meant you would stay at Ambrose forever.

You were tugging on the handcuff again when you heard the door being opened a second time. You looked up to see Vincent watching you from the entrance. He looked like the shy boy you met the first time. You swallowed hard. You wanted to ask him what he did with your friends but you realised you were too afraid of the answer, so you stayed silent. Vincent finally moved closer to you and knelt in front of the bed. His fingers gently traced your face, as to memorise the change in your features since last time he saw you. You let him do it and closed your eyes. He removed the tears with a sad pout concealed behind his mask. You could pretend you were still a teenager, and Vincent was quietly flirting with you through tender touches.

You opened your eyes again when you felt the masked twin grab your free hand. He removed enough of his mask to press your palm against his scarred skin. You could have stayed immobile, but you didn’t. You gently stroked his cheek and he hummed in approval, his eye closed in well being. It felt so good to finally get your touch back.

“Hi, Vinny” you whispered and he looked up at you with the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He kissed your hand. “Not gonna hurt me, right?” you asked, just to make sure. The man instantly shook his head. “Not gonna turn me into a wax statue either?” you added with a bite of your lips. Same answer. Relief flooded through you.

Forever love you. Missed you so badly. He slowly signed to you, as he wasn’t certain you still remembered ASL, but you did.

You didn’t have time to answer before Bo entered the room with a trail of food. It smelt good; you could already recognise his signature pancakes. Vincent stood up as Bo put the trail on the nightstand.

“Gonna untie ya, but nothin’ stupid, girl” he warned you and you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You weren’t too sure how you could be any more stupid than you already had been. What were you thinking when you decided to bring your friends so close to Ambrose? You wondered if deep down you hadn’t wanted this. “Y/N” Bo groaned and you simply tug on the handcuff. “Hey, don’t hurt yourself now!” Bo exclaimed as his hand flew on your wrist and you stopped tugging.

“Untie me then” you replied and Bo let escape a little smirk

“Ah yes, ya’re so hot when ya’re all bossy, ain’t ya?” he teased as he removed the handcuff from your wrist. You didn’t reply because you refused to acknowledge him flirting with you, like he used to. You massaged your wrist as you sat up. 

Knowing they weren’t going to hurt or kill you, appeased you a little and you thanked Bo for the food. You actually ate it with appetite, even though the twins’ stares were making you feel uncomfortable. They both sat, on a chair or on a desk, staying silent. They shared looks from time to time, but you tried your best to not mind them.

“Are they dead already?” you suddenly asked, because you needed to know

“Who?” Bo asked back, feigning innocence

“My friends” you groaned, your stomach twisted in worry. Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten before asking this question, you thought.

“No idea who ya’re talkin’ ‘bout” Bo shrugged.

You had a very bad feeling. You turned your attention toward Vincent, who tried to look away from you.

"Vincent." you simply said "Are they dead?"

Vincent hesitated about what to say. In the end, he slowly nodded at you. 

You got up and threw the plate on the wall in one swift and yet brutal movement. The porcelain broke as you started to angrily scream at them.

“Fuck! Fuck you all!” you cried out as both the twins got up. Bo tried to sit you back on the bed but you shoved him to the side. You grabbed Vincent by the shoulders “I swear to God, Vincent, if you fucking turned them into wax statues, I’m gonna burn down your cherished House of Wax to the fucking ground!!” you yelled even more.

Vincent’s eye widened and he thought about the four bodies he had already prepared to turn into statues. He quickly nodded though. He had no desire in upsetting you even more. And god forbid the twins to think how hot and attractive you were when you were so angry… If only you weren’t mad at them.

“How ‘bout ya calm down?” Bo grumbled but it only angered you more

“That I calm down? That I fucking calm down? You killed my people!! And then you wonder why I left Ambrose and never came to you all?” you screamed. Your words hurt Bo a lot more than he could admit so his own anger rose inside his chest

“Oh yeah? Well it’s funny ‘cause I ain’t rememberin’ ya carin’ that much about the killin’ before! Ya knew what mother and father were doin’ and it didn’t stop ya from livin’ with us most of your time!” Bo argued back

“It was different, it was your parents! I thought we could all live away from this mess, but no, you both decided the mess was worth it!” you continued

“It was the only life for us, and ya know it!” Bo replied as he gestured at Vincent who looked down

“You scared me off Ambrose” you cried out

“But now ya’re back and ya’re never fuckin’ leavin’ ever again! Ya’re ours, don’t ya know it, Y/N? Ya gave us everythin’ and we gave ya our souls in exchange! Didn’t ya enjoy flirtin’, kissin’ and havin’ sex with us? Or maybe ya were just a whore” Bo replied and you slapped him. 

You didn’t even realise what you did, you just did it. Bo pushed you on the bed and Vincent quickly stopped his twin from coming closer to you. But you weren’t afraid. You couldn’t be afraid of the people you truly had loved the most in your existence, and who had always been eager to do anything for you.

It was why the brothers loved you with such fierce passion; you had the strength to call them out on their bullshit and to make them obey. They were wrapped around your little finger, but it came with a cost: they would burn the whole world down if it meant keeping you theirs.

“Is that what you think of me? Great, Beauregard! But it can’t hurt me more than what you just did to my friends! And then you dare tell me you love me?” you said as you sent a glance at Vincent who felt like you pierced his heart with a dagger “It ain’t love, that might be why I ran away from you all! I shouldn’t’ve come back to the South of the country. Stupid fucking bad luck!”

Bo was about to reply to this, even though Vincent was trying to calm him down, but the door opened again. You saw Lester entering the room with a worried expression written all over his face. Things were really not going the way it was supposed to, he thought. He had heard you arguing with Bo from downstairs and he hoped he could put everyone back in a good mood.

But you couldn’t even stand looking at him after what happened. You got up once again and pushed the twins away from you.

“You know what, get all the fuck out of my room!” you yelled and you continued to push them toward the door. Once they were all out, you slammed the door shut and fell on your knees as you silently started to cry.

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(I really hope I didn't forget anyone! <3)

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PART III

[small-sinclair]

A small thing with Lester as a thief in a royal au.

@crumb

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“You’re hands are so small in mine.”Lester smiles sadly as he kisses her hands, feeling the softness and smooth skin. There’s no scars from hard days or from fights. The gentleness of it all made his heart sink farther. Was it possible for him… no, no that can’t be right.

A princess never falls in love with a thief.

Still, he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles gently. To be love and to know love are two different things. To see it and touch it only makes it more real. He looked up at her and the silver crown resting in her hair, and she smiled at him.

Oh, how he wanted that smile forever.

[ephemeral-antiquities]

Sitcom Sinclairs headcanons…

I’m coming down from an anxious day, so here is some content for Bo, Vincent and Lester in my little universe with an s/o with anxiety. Self projecting? Perhaps, we shall see.

Bo…

• His gut instinct is to laugh directly in your face at first, or tell you to “grow a pair”.

•But he’s in therapy now! The man is plus one green flag (because any man who goes to therapy has a green flag, in my mind).

•So now he stops himself before it comes out.

•He’s not great at the whole “soft, mushy, comforting” deal, but he’ll go easier on you if you’re having one of your days.

•If he finds you having an attack, thats an entirely different story. His therapist taught him some grounding techniques which he will gladly walk through with you.

•Once you’ve calmed down he’ll leave, only to return with ice cream or some home cooked Southern comfort food. Please be nice, he put his whole heart into those fried green tomatoes. That gumbo is made with his blood, sweat and tears.

•As you both eat, he’ll put one of your favorite movies on the working TV.

•One armed side hug the whole time. Tightens his grip if he feels you begin to shake or breathe a little heavier.

•Anxious s/o? Slap some affirmations on that human and give them food.

Vincent…

•Again, plus one green flag.

•While he might not always understand your specific cause of anxiety, he will try. He understands what anxiety is like.

•If you’re in the middle of an attack, he’ll ask (in his own special and unique way) if you’d like him to stay or to give you space.

•Also not the best at standard means of comfort.

•Will disappear before joining you, only to return with a cup of tea and a weighted blanket. Will request that you don’t ask how he obtained the blanket. Don’t worry about it. Also don’t worry about putting it on, he’s already wrapping it around you like a cocoon.

•Will listen as long as you need, will let you wait out the waves of nerves resting on his lap as he sketches or plays with your hair (only if you agree, but he knows firsthand how relaxing and comforting it can be to have your hair played with). Don’t look at his sketches, they’re definitely not you. Totally.

•If you don’t want to talk about it, he’ll try to find another way for you to get it out. He has suggestions, but if you have other ideas he’s all ears and ready to get whatever you need.

•Speaking of getting whatever you need.. Southern comfort food makes it’s not-so-surprising return! Made with love by the twins. He will watch you and make sure you eat until you are comfortably full.

•Overall, he’s comforting by just being there, in silent support. He might not speak much, but he will make sure you know that you are safe, that you are loved dearly, and that he is always there for you.

Lester…

•His s/o is having a rough day? Hold the phone, he’s on his way. Will undoubtedly enter and announce his presence with “have no fear, Lester is here!”

•To be frank, if you’re having anxiety he’s probably anxious for a split second just because you are.

•Will make sure you are as comfortable as humanly possible while he sets to getting your mind off of your anxiety.

•If you need to talk it out, he’s there in a minute. Don’t want to talk and just need comfort and a redirection of the mind? Bam, he’s there with it.

•I think Lester would have a small house, meaning a small kitchen, you can see and smell the food he’s cooking. Oh, whats this? Southern comfort food? Wow, what a surprise.. (he’s a good chef, but he’s still nervous you wont like it. Please reassure him).

•Will put on old cassettes to watch to help distract you.

•Bonus: Jonesy snuggles.

•He’ll tell you stories to help distract you and make you laugh, like funny anecdotes about his brothers (don’t tell them he told you).

•You don’t have to do anything for the rest of the day. Just kick back and relax, Lester has it all under control. He just wants you to feel comfortable and to rest so you can feel better, in whatever way that means for you.

[creepswrites]

Dear, writter

May i've a request for Thomas hewitt, Bubba Sawyer,bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, and Vince Sinclair, With a hot wife fem reader, I want to see their life being a father to a hot fem reader. Because that is my dream. 💫Fluff💫

Please.... Your writing is so gorgeous 💋💋 master 🌹🌹🌹

Thank you so much

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awww i'm glad you like my writing!! hopefully you enjoy this :D

SLASHERS with a F! S/O who is their hot wife

THOMAS HEWITT

Everyone in town was shocked when you and Thomas got married

Thomas included but he never said anything about it

His family thought you were way out of his league, Hoyt was never afraid to comment on this to your face

But you love Thomas, he was a good man

So when he'd finally, finally, proposed to you, of course you'd said yes

When he found out you were having his child? He was over the moon

Luda May was almost as overjoyed, already making arrangements for the baby's room, making clothes, etc

She couldn't wait to be a grandmother and Thomas couldn't wait to be a father

When the baby's due date was getting closer, you could tell Thomas was nervous about if the baby would come out looking like him

But you reassured him that, no matter what your baby looked like, you would love it the same way you loved him

He was good with the baby, so gentle and patient, always happy to help when it cried

If Hoyt ever tried to give either of you a hard time, Thomas actually violently defended you, sometimes tossing Hoyt across the room with one arm

He'd never let anything hurt you or your baby

BUBBA SAWYER

Like Thomas, everyone was surprised when you and Bubba got married

Though his family were far more excited about it! After all, their brother was quite the catch

You got along well with his family even before you moved in, with Chop Top and Nubbins always commenting to Bubba how lucky he was to have such a hot wife

It always made your husband get all flustered, babbling soft nonsense. He was cute

When you got pregnant, Bubba and the Sawyer family were over the moon

Family was extremely important to them and they were happy for you and Bubba

When Nubbins made a very ugly little hat for the baby, you accepted it but told him gently it'd be too big for their head but that you'd grow into it. He was excited about that prospect

Chop Top and Drayton helped Bubba set up the nursery so you could just relax

And when the baby was born, Bubba was so scared of holding something so fragile and precious

But you helped him, guiding his arms to hold the baby, and he was in shock and awe

He'd never thought he'd get married, much less to someone as gorgeous as you, and have a child together

Bubba was a nervous father, usually letting your kid get away with anything so you had to be the rule-setter when it came to the kid

His brothers were menaces when it came to babysitting their niece or nephew

But both you and Bubba were happy. He'd protect you both, no matter what

BO SINCLAIR

Honestly? This was a major win in Bo's mind

If you think he doesn't show off for you, you're wrong. That man takes every opportunity to

He also definitely flexed to his brothers about scoring the hottest wife ever

Of course, his brothers were very nice and respectful with you, though Bo wouldn't let them be too friendly

He's got a jealousy streak

Whenever visitors arrive to Ambrose, he's always got his arm around you or bragging about you when you're not around

He's whipped, you've got him wrapped around your finger

But when you tell him your pregnant, you're shocked at how scared he becomes

Of course, he doesn't show it visibly, but you know your husband and you can tell when he's nervous about something

Eventually, when he starts trying to pull away from you, you corner him and make him talk

Some yelling and fighting ensues but he caves, confessing he's scared he wouldn't be a good father. I mean, he didn't exactly have the best role model and he didn't want you or your babies to suffer for it

But you reminded him you were in this together and he'd relax a little

You had twins, because of course you did, but this only seemed to make Bo all the more anxious

He didn't exactly... know what to do with a baby? He'd never really been around infants so he's looking to you for help on this one

When they're a bit older though, he'll let them hang out in the auto shop with him when he works

One day you come home to find him asleep on the couch with the twins curled up on his chest and you just melt

He's a good dad and a good husband

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent was shocked you'd said yes when he proposed

He didn't consider himself attractive in the slightest but you said yes?!

I mean, you were stunning, he'd stared at you constantly even when you were dating and it certainly didn't stop when you were married

Bo and Lester were definitely jealous, teasing him to see him get flustered over how lucky he was

Unlike Bo, when he found out you were pregnant, he was excited

Nervous, absolutely, but everyone is nervous when they're having their first kid

He's so wary for you though, nearly had you on bedrest the entire pregnancy because he feared the worst

One time he caught you standing on a chair to reach something and he nearly had a conniption

But the twins came - because of course they were twins - and were healthy and beautiful

Vincent is so gentle with them, like they're the most precious things in the world to them

He makes little wax sculptures for their room to decorate it

Definitely encourages and supports creative hobbies for the kids! He gets them finger paints and crayons and the like

You've woken up in the night because of the babies crying but Vincent is already up, ready to help

Vincent's mastered carrying them both with an arm each and its very cute

Sometimes you catch him holding one of the twins and humming softly to them as they sleep in his arms, just swaying together in the kitchen

You feel so lucky but he feels even luckier to have you and your kids

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester is by far the most... stable? So you'd been instantly drawn to that about him

He'd always get so flustered, bringing you flowers and blushing like a madman while you were dating

It took him the longest to propose to you though, he always felt like you were waaaay out of his league

Visitors came and would gawk at you and he'd feel a twinge of jealousy at the reminder that yeah, you could have anyone

But he did propose to you and you said yes because you wanted him, not anyone else

Neither of you had any shame in PDA, often holding hands or kissing in front of visitors

You lived with Lester and Jonesy in a little house on the outskirts of the town, surrounded by trees and very peaceful compared to the horrors of Ambrose

It had actually been Lester who suggested having a kid or two running around. After all, he had two older brothers so he was used to that business in a house with lots of people living in it

Over time, the two of you would have two kids, but they weren't twins

Lester was a good dad too! He was attentive and loving but he didn't let them get away with too much

He'd teach them how to shoot when they were a bit older because it was a fond memory he had with his own dad

Of course, Lester didn't have the best dad to draw comparison to

But at least he knew what not to do. Surely that counted for something?

You'd come home from working a short shift to find Lester and the kids playing in the backyard, running about with Jonesy as they played soccer

Both you and Lester would do anything for your kids and you knew he'd do anything for you

[demon-lover-669]

Slashers: *puts Y/N in an escape room to test their skills*

Y/n: *happily kissing the security camera when they notice it*

Slasher: *smiling the talks over the speaker* baby you have to try and escape….

Y/n: but it’s so cozy in here

Slasher: *sighs and goes to get their partner*

[avintmich]

-You are my only angel, my love

You didn't know that with Vincent, any place in the town of Ambrose can be truly beautiful because of him

[slashersidewhore]

Slashers! S/O hurt by a victim pt.2

Slashers x gn!reader

Includes Billy Loomis, Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair

Requested? Yes

Warnings: beefy murder boyfriends, hurt/comfort, minor angst, injuries, blood, fluffy shit

Billy Loomis

It was partially his fault, he was careful but didn’t always think everything through

That’s why you were currently in the clutches his supposed to be victim, knife held to your neck, you could feel warmth from your blood seep down the blade and beneath the collar of your shirt. Struggling only made the situation worse, although you couldn’t help the small gasp as more pressure was applied to your current wound

Feral. You’d never seen Billy’s eyes filled with such a look of utter insanity. He’d done despicable things, ruined lives, played with people like they were just there for his entertainment, but this, seeing you so close to the edge he sent so many others, was the final straw to snap whatever piece of him was remotely still human

He fingers clasped the knife tighter in his grasp, curling around the hilt and wishing he could drive it into your captors jugular

“They ain’t part of this!”

Brows pushed down, mouth pulled in a snarl, he went to take the risk and lunge before a choking sound cut the tension rising in the kitchen in half, your body stumbling towards Billy by instinct, comforted by the way he dropped the knife with a clatter and wrapped his arms around your body, hurried to get you as close as possible

Stu stood at the other end of the tiled floor, half smile glimmering as he stared down at the man he’d just disposed of from life

You curled further into your boyfriends chest, unable to shake the fear you’d felt moments before, still able to feel the cold metal pressing into your flesh. One of Billy’s hands worked it’s way up your trembling back, cupping your face as to direct your eyes to his. They were warm, vacant, yet warm when they landed on your wide eyed expression

“That’ll never happen again, you hear me? Never.”

Letting you push your face back into his neck, the killer began rubbing soft circles on your spine, cold gaze frozen on the still body mere feet away. If looks could kill, the man would have several more stab wounds, each more painful than the last

Billy’s eyes fell to the blade he’d planned on using, head tilting ever so slightly as he pondered how it wouldn’t be out of his way to inflict a few lacerations across the face that even would dare to breathe beside you

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba didn’t like you being around victims, during times where he was killing he got reckless, so dazed in his mind and it constantly worried him that in such a state he could mistake you for another and cause you harm

That being said, mistakes happen

Bubba was standing in a bloody puddle, leaking from the headless body beside him. Loose, brown curls fell in his face as he shook his head held by his rough palms, almost cradling himself. He’d been fooled by one of his potential victims, ending up with him alone with a dead body, and someone missing who knew too much.

The others were gonna rip him a new one, he didn’t even want to think about the look on your face. You’d look at him with such pity, you had yet too thus far, but he just knew that expression was soon to fall on your face. How couldn’t it?

The negative wave of thoughts dragging Bubba down were sliced through by a piercing scream, a chill running down his spine before he realized who’s voice it was who made such a sound, he’d recognize it anywhere

No amount of debris, rickety stairs, tables or chairs could keep Bubba from getting to you, all knocked from his path as the lumbering, masked man ran the fastest his legs would go, chainsaw alive and buzzing in his ear

Bubba didn’t even take a second to pause as he took in the scene, still running full force like his life depended on it. Anguish filled his veins, the victim was straddling your cowering body, arms raised to protect against their assault of punches, they were screaming something he didn’t care to hone in on, focused on getting the offender off and away from you

All he saw was red, on his arms, the creases of his hands soaking into the soles of his boots, digging past the fabric at the knee of his pants as he knelt down, pushing the limp, torn and mangled body from atop of you. Fingers trembling, Bubba paused as you sat up in shock, clothing and skin flushed with blood. Scooting until your body was closer to the man, you crumpled into his embrace, letting you arms fall limp, nose digging into his shoulder. Calloused hands clutched the shirt on your back, tugging you closer, you could feel his soft, unintelligible mutters and whimpers pliant into your collar bone

The two of you just sat there, not wanting to be away from each other for even a second after such a close call

Bo Sinclair

Unlike Bubba, Bo likes you beside him nearly every minute. Yeah, sometimes he’s an asshole, but that’s just one of the traits you’ve come to accept as part of the man you love

It was between the moments where you weren’t stuck to his side, or sitting off within his view, that you realized you were at your most vulnerable, unfortunately we all have a lesson that teaches us such

“Where the fuck are my friends?”

A rough, gritty voice yelled from behind you, catching your moment of silence off guard, spinning around, your heart dropped to your stomach as your eyes landed on what you recognized as one of Bo’s victims standing with squared shoulders, but what made it worse was the fact they were holding a gun

The stranger only seemed to seethe with further rage at the look of your confused face, mouth opening and closing like a fish, eyes wide as the gun raised and their finger went to the trigger

Right as the blaring ring of a shot went off, you were thrown to the side by a heavy weight, body landing on the ground with a dull thud and two large hands blocking the bulk of the impact, hands that were gone from your body a second later, dark shadow leaving frame quick as light as loud footsteps echoed after it

“You son of a bitch!”

You knew that voice, rolling over to gaze at the scene right at Bo tackled the victim to the ground, straddling their body and delivering punch after punch, unable to see his face but hearing the loud curses and violent statements he let fly recklessly

Concern, wide eyes found your similarly large ones, knuckles torn and clothes splattered with red. The mechanic practically folded down into you, forehead coming to press against yours, Bo’s thumbs pressed into the skin under each of your ears, tilting your chin up

“Are ya’ alright baby?”

You could only nod, frightened to think you’d nearly been shot, yet comforted by the warm embrace of the killer, his usual stoic gaze softened, searching you over for any scrapes or cuts. Lips press to the crown of your head, you could lightly hear his inhaling your scent, sighing from the exhaustion of the ordeal

“You’re never leaving my sight again”

Lester Sinclair

Lester doesn’t get himself caught up with Bo and Vincent’s business most the time, in fact as much as a talker the man is, he does like to keep to himself

That’s why it’s a surprise when you’re chilling in the passenger seat of the mans car, mindlessly flipping through a magazine, when an unfamiliar voice enters the warm, afternoon air

“Listen buddy, my friends have been gone for hours and you’re the last person they saw, start talking”

You can see out the pickup trucks window the back of someone facing Lester, their fists clenched as he drops the current task at hand. His gaze darts to you, over their shoulder, and it widens when the stranger whips around, hand on the car door handle, throwing it open

“Get out, I’m taking the car”

Your arm is roughly grasped at the bicep, stumbling over your feet when you’re tossed to the leaf covered ground, wincing at your knee slices against a rock. Eyes squeezing shut at the pain, you didn’t even notice the quick steps of Lester behind you, his shadow looming over yours on the ground as a howl of pain became present. In seconds, the once standing stranger slumped to the ground beside you, cold eyes glazed over, a rather vicious yet precise cut to the base of their throat

“Aw darl’, yer knees all cut up”

Lester mumbled, squatting to your height as he looked over the damage, eyes big and clearly worried. Unsettled, that was the best way to describe the look plastered across the mans face, mouth pulled in a deep frown. Still in shock from being so manhandled out of your seat, you wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling the underside of his jaw. Never mind the dirt and sweat that caked his skin, it was comforting at this point

“Never lettin’ someone push ya around like that again, ya hear me?”

His rough palms rubbed the expanse of your back, glancing down at the body still inches away growing colder by the minute

“Let’s take care of that knee”

Requests open!

[bloodylovesstuff]

SLASHERS + KINKS

BILLY LOOMIS

Billy is undoubtedly a dominant and the one who controls the relationship romantically and sexually, but even if he doesn't want to say it, he is slightly interested in being the submissive but don't ask him, he will deny it and get upset.

Compliments, he loves it even if he doesn't say it, that boosts his ego more than you think.

Dirty talk, oh of course he likes it together with phone sex, it turns him on so much that sometimes he will do it like Ghostface.

Bites, believe it or not, he likes to bite from time to time, sometimes he is somewhat more possessive and he will like to mark your neck with his teeth.

Oral fixation, Although he prefers to be the recipient of pleasure and fuck your pretty little mouth until your throat aches from so much use, he also likes to give you pleasure.

Role play! it's pretty obvious that she adores him, especially if he's dressed as a Ghostface. A plus point to the predator/prey game.

Knife playKnife play, It is undoubtedly something of his, he likes to see you with his knife on your skin leaving small scars without hurting, although if you prefer he will mark you.

Blood, it's kind of weird but he's very excited about being stained with blood in hot moments, but it definitely wouldn't be your blood.

Corruption, thinking about what can corrupt someone in a way that fascinates him, it's something about a bad boy corrupting someone innocent excites him.

BO SINCLAIR

Bo, dominant, you don't think twice and don't even think about telling him that you would like to dominate him, even if he may think so, he will get upset and punish you.

BDSM, He is very interested in the subject and has read a bit, I say not for nothing he has a sexual dungeon.

Daddy Kink, It's obvious that he has a thing for it, he loves when you call him daddy, and he'll make you say do it or else he'll punish you.

Corruption, that's his biggest problem, he has this desire to corrupt something innocent.

Submission! He likes that you are submissive in the relationship, although not someone completely because he loves that fighting reaction in you.

Dirty talk, that's his game, he knows how to talk and make you imagine and blush over the things he says whether it's in the sexy moment or even out of it.

Oral fixation, although he is more to receive and he prefers to see how his cock slides down your throat and if you behave well it could reward you.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Brahms, we all know he's a spoiled brat but he's certainly a switch, always depending on his mood, one day he could be in spoiled submissive mode or on the other hand be a demanding dominant.

Voyeurism, this boy between the walls without a doubt his biggest problem is being an inveterate voyeurist, what are you doing washing dishes or taking naps? He will see you and will certainly get turned on.

Smelling is something that has started as a hobby but he likes to smell you, but what smells the most is your underwear, sometimes your underwear will disappear and you know who has it.

Difference in size, he loves that you are smaller than him, especially if it shows in the bedroom and if you can dominate him a plus with it.

Roleplay, that's pretty obvious Brahms likes that sort of thing though his favorite is the babysitter especially if he's in the mood of being a bad kid to get punished by you.

Compliments, of course he has a thing for compliments, he adores them especially when he's in his bratty submissive mode, he wants you to tell him he's a good boy.

JASON VOORHEES

Jason, he can be a perfect dominant as well as a submissive one, he will always try to do his best, a good switch that could be what you want.

Adoration, adoration! He adores you however you want, but he also likes to be adored, so add the praise and Jason will be in heaven.

Difference in size, he loves him, if you are smaller than him he will not hesitate to pick you up and protect you and that gives him something to be a little more dominant with you.

Jason is interested in bondange believe it or not, but he likes to see you tied up something

Predator/prey, You must ask him from time to time, hunting is his thing and that makes his blood boil with lust.

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester, oh the dirty raccoon, he's a switch, although he doesn't normally mind being on the bottom, it's more something he enjoys.

Compliments, Lester really likes to be praised either in hot moments or in everyday life, just give him a little verbal affection and you'll see how he melts.

Smell, he has that particular taste but he loves to smell you, it's a habit that he does a lot, sometimes he will have his nose in your neck or your hair.

Semi-public places, it's a habit that he's had since they became more intimate, although he usually does it in his car or outside, he knows that no one can get there, but still the being discovered gives you a certain emotion.

MICHAEL MYERS

Michael, it is something obvious, dominant. Michael is very dominant, he loves to be in control of everything and for you to be his submissive. And don't you dare think about mastering it, it will be fun but there are consequences.

predator/prey, couple he is more of a lifestyle than a game, he loves it and if you add the scary game better.

Knife play, It is his greatest pleasure to see you with his knife on you, sometimes he will do it just to scare you and to dominate you, but he is fascinated by the idea of ​​his knife sliding over your skin leaving small marks.

The idea of ​​seeing you in blood makes his blood boil with lust, it may not be yours but it gives him a strong animal insistence.

Erotic suffocation, although it's more about the power it exerts on you, but it also excites him to see how it takes your breath away.

BDSM, very interested, especially in the sadomasochism part, where you will be the recipient of it.

oral fixation, He loves to eat you like you have no idea how you have no idea, if you are a girl and if you are on your period or he will without a doubt.

Breed, it is something that is very interested in impregnating you if you can do it, there's something about seeing you full of his essence that drives him wild.

STU MACHER

Stu, this boy can be whatever he wants to be, just like Barbie! He's a switch, without a doubt, one day he'll be bottom and runny and the next day he'll be a playful dominant.

Dirty talk, He loves to talk dirty to you especially if it's in the ghostface voice, adding phone sex an extra plus to the game.

Difference in size, oh sure he loves it, he loves to pick you up if you're smaller than him, but particularly trap you between him and his body.

role play! or he loves it, more costumes are used, dirty, he had the idea to do it with the ghostface costume.

Oral fixation, he is more of a giver than a receiver, although he doesn't mind being rewarded, but be careful he can be very rude.

[bat3s]

Could i get slashers with an s/o that has hip/leg problems to where they cant walk very much and sometimes cant move their legs due to pain? My legs move out of socket a lot and it usually ends with me collapsing or having to lay down :") (Sorry if that doesnt make sense please feel free to ignore if it doesnt)

I'll try my best! Hope you like it!! Sorry this took so long to write 😅

Slashers with an S/O who has hip/leg problems (OG Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Sinclair brothers, Jason Voorhees)

Michael Myers

He would notice your pain without you having to say anything

Michaels silently standing in every room you're in so he's much more familiar with you than you may realize

Doesn't say anything about it but if you ask he'll let you hang on him for support

Other times when he notices you struggling he'll silently hold out an arm for you to lean on

He might actually just scoop you up and take you where you need to be

Michael also steals a bunch of painkillers for you

You come home one day to find a pile of various bottles and a handful of other pills you can't identify

He's helping :)

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy goes way out of his way to help you

He'll drop everything for you, much to Hoyt's displeasure

He can be a bit overbearing at times but if you ask him to dial it back he will

But otherwise he's at your beck and call

Thomas will carry you everywhere if that's what you want

Luda Mae will also accommodate you as much as possible usually by making sure your chores are ones you can do sitting down, like laundry

Feels really guilty that there's nothing he can do to take away the pain

If you ever collapse in front of him he'll scoop you up immediately

He'd be absolutely inconsolable that he didn't help you sooner

Bo Sinclair

At first he just thinks you're being lazy/coming up with excuses

If he's in a particularly bad mood he might snap and yell at you

After a while he realizes that you're in a lot of genuine pain and he'll start to feel a bit guilty about his treatment of you

He probably only realizes when you fully collapse though

He's too prideful to say anything though, let alone apologize

But he'll silently try to make things easier on you

He'll offer to let you lean on him when there's no where to sit

Otherwise he'll pull you down to sit on his lap

If you ask him to carry you he'll groan about it but will do it with no hesitation

Vincent Sinclair

Notices right away

He notices a lot of smaller things like that

He'll always have a comfortable seat ready for you in his studio

He acts as a total mother hen

Always prompting you to sit down or lay down

At your side constantly

If there's anything he can get you to help with the pain he's running to get it

Heat pad, ice pack, pain killers you name it he's got it

He'll give up any seat for you unprompted

Lester Sinclair

Immediate concern

He believes you right away once you explain the problem to him

He notices that you're in pain but wasn't really sure of the extent of it

Most of your time spent with him is sitting in his truck while he drives or jumps out to pick up roadkill

When you're in Ambrose he is checking in constantly to make sure you're okay/if you need to rest

Jason Voorhees

He notices you're in pain and is immediately worried you're injured somehow

Becomes really protective because of that

When he checks you for injuries, you can explain it to him

At that point the concern is dialed up to a 10

He'd carry you everywhere if you let him

Otherwise he gets very worried and encourages you to stay in the cabin or in bed

Doesn't want you to go anywhere without him in case your leg moves out of its socket and he's not there to help

But he also doesn't want to be overbearing, so he'll probably let you go

He's still so worried though

Definitely sneaking around behind you just to be safe

[darkpeacemusic]

Slashers comforting S/O after a nightmare

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, angst, descriptions of locked up, descriptions of death, drowning (in Jason’s story)

Characters: Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair

Jason Voorhees

Jason wakes up by the sound of you squirming and whimpering. He looks in concern as you cried out his name.

He wished he could speak so he could yell out your name and try to wake you up.

He shakes you lightly and you soon woke up with a scream.

You breathe heavily as Jason’s face now is in a concerned state. He starts to wipe away the tears falling from your cheeks.

You hug him, crying as he held you close like a papa wolf protecting his baby.

“I had a nightmare.... where you drowned again..... I tried to save you.... But it was no use....” you cried out, laying your head on his shoulder.

He pulls you to look at him as he looks at you with a comforting gaze before kissing you on the forehead like he was saying, "Everything is going to be ok.”

He will cradle you back to sleep while not leaving your side until you fall asleep peacefully. 

Michael Myers

It was a nice peaceful night. Michael was by your side, fast asleep. 

However, he gets startled by the sound of your screams. He gets his knife thinking it was an intruder. But to his shock and worry, he saw you.

You were tossing and turning around in bed like a crazy cat.

He didn’t know what to do because he never knew how to deal with stuff like this. So he would do what his brain would tell him to do and that is to wake you up.

He grabs your shoulders and pushes on them firmly but gently.

You soon wake up with a yell. Sweating with fear. You look up to see Michael staring over you. You hug him crying and he simply just pats you on the back.

“I had a bad dream where I was locked in some sort of dark hallway. I tried to scream out your name but you never came.”

Michael will feel upset as tears fall out your eyes.

He would wrap his arm around you so you would cry onto his shoulder until you feel better.

When you fall back to sleep, he will stay up, making sure you wouldn’t have another nightmare.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba hears you scream from downstairs. His mind instantly goes to anger mood as he got his chainsaw, ready to tear whoever was making you scream.

His anger turned into that of concern when he sees you on the bed, screaming out his name.

He would drop his chainsaw immediately and run to you.

Poor baby wouldn’t know how to wake you up so he would just snort loudly, telling to wake up until you do.

After you wake up, Bubba is by your side immediately. Wiping your tears from your eyes and cradling you on your lap.

He snorts softly, soothing you.

“They caught you.... I tried to save you but it was too late.... They shot you till you were dead...”

Bubba would kiss you on the cheek trying to calm you down and petting your hair until you are calm.

As soon as you fall asleep, he kisses your forehead and snorts “Good Night.” as he walks out to do some cooking for the morning.

Bo Sinclair

Bo wakes up with you crying loudly. “ugh, what now?!” He screams as he walks into your room and breaks down your door in process.

“What are you crying about this time, bitch?!” He screams out before seeing you tossing and turning in bed.

He would walk over to you and wake you up by shaking you (not softly btw).

You wake up with a scream and Bo would look somewhat concerned as you lay awake with tears in your eyes.

“Are you okay, darling?” he asks as you looked up at him.

“Bo! I had the worst possible nightmare!” you cried into his chest.

“What happened, darling?”

“The house was on fire.... Lester and Vincent managed to escape but you were still trapped in there.... I tried to rescue you but Lester held me back and said it was not worth it.... I had to watch you die....”

Bo would sit by your side and give you a tight hug.

“Darling it was all a dream. It wasn’t real. I’m still here. I ain’t going anywhere.” Bo would sooth to you, cuddling you in his lap.

He would kiss your forehead and say I love you.

When you fall back to sleep, he will sigh of relief and hope he would not have to wake up in the middle of the night again.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent hears you screaming from his gallery. He gets scared as he runs to your room to see you screaming in bed.

He will walk to your bed and tap you until you wake up, gasping.

Vincent looks over to you with fear. Scared that something was hurting you.

“I’m ok, Vincent... I just a bad dream where I got attacked by one of your victims when they were escaping.... They knocked me down and I was hurt badly...”

Like the other non-vocal slashers, he will let you cry over his shoulder while comforting you by petting your hair.

If Bo comes in to tell you to shut up, he would glare at him and point to your tearful face. Bo would understand slightly and leave the room.

Once you’ve calm down and fall back to sleep, he would watch over you like a protective dog.

The next day, Vincent will be very careful with his victims. He makes sue they don’t try to escape or attack you. It’s good to have a loyal boyfriend.

Lester Sinclair

Lester was on the bed, sleeping peacefully. However, that moment didn’t last long before he woke up by the sound of you screaming and crying.

Lester would take a bit to wake himself up and run to your room.

“My possum, are you ok in there?” he says knocking.

He can only hear you scream out his name and he swings open the door to see you tossing and turning.

He runs over to your bed and shakes you on the shoulders.

“Wake up, my possum! Wake up!” He says repeatedly, shaking you until you woke up with a scream.

He hugs you and whispers “Shh. Shh. It’s ok, my possum. You were just having a nasty dream.”

“Oh, Lester.... It was horrible.... We were driving and a car was coming at us... You tried to move out of the way but we crashed.... I survived but you.... were dying.... The last words you said was.... ‘I love you, my possum.’ And you died.... right in my arms...”

Lester would hug you tightly and rub your back.

“It’s ok my possum. That nightmare will not come true. It was just a bad dream. Shh. Shhh. No need to cry.”

He would keep at it until you eventually fall asleep.

After you fall asleep, he would sleep with you after kissing your head and saying “I love you, my possum.”

[wildgirllz]

Slashers x bubbly!girlfriend:

[loveandmurders]

You belong to Ambrose I (poly!Sinclairs x f!reader)

Hey everyone, I'm happy to finally post the first part of this imagine.

I really hope you'll enjoy it <3

Warnings: no proof reading, a few strong words, angst, dangerous!Lester, mentions of violence, blood and murders, morally grey reader.

“Hey, mom, what do you think Ambrose looks like now?” you heard yourself asking your mother without even meaning to.

The woman sent you a quick glance before her attention went back on the food she was preparing on the kitchen table.

“Why?” she sternly asked back and you tried to shrug it off, no matter how embarrassed you were starting to feel about the whole conversation you just brought up.

“Don’t know. I’m just planning a road trip with friends and we’ll go close back to where Ambrose is…was. I noticed it wasn’t even marked on maps anymore” you explained and your mother hummed

“Then you got your answer. Ambrose must be gone.” she said “Like the brothers you used to love so much” she replied and sent you another look, as you glanced down at your lap, in shame.

You should have known better than to talk about Ambrose to your mother. The woman had always wanted to pretend it had been a terrible nightmare.

“Mom…” you whispered

“I’ve never understood why you were so fond of them. Your dad either. They were a terrible influence on you. I’m happy you decided to burn the bridges with them and that you never went back to Ambrose. There was nothing for you there. And those people were troublesome and violent and… freaks. You deserved way better than them.” she continued and you resisted the urge to take their defence. They weren’t freaks, they were… a great part of your life and now a great hole inside your chest. “What was their name again?” your mother asked.

“Sinclairs” you instantly replied before biting your tongue

“Ah yes. Well, I’m glad you didn’t become one” she continued and you frowned at that.

“What do you mean, mom?” you wondered with a tilt of your head

“The eldest one, when he came back to Ambrose after his mother died and that he was sent away for a few months, and before his dad died that same day, he looked for you. He knocked at our door. Thank God you were away with your dad then. I told him to go away and he assured me that he would never go away from you, and that you would become his wife one day too.”

“His… wife” you whispered, your heart aching.

Bo was indeed often speaking about marrying you and sharing you with his brothers, but you always thought there were only words; the Sinclairs never really planned out their future. Bo was too obsessed with cars and getting free from his family to care about anything else. Vincent was too focused on his art. Lester was just a lost kid wandering into the woods late at night. You hadn’t thought they were actually seeing you as their future. You always appeased Bo, you always brought Vincent back to reality, you always helped Lester feel like he was part of something.

“To be honest” your mom resumed and your attention went back on her “with the amount of time you were spending with him and his brothers, I was really worried you would agree on doing something that stupid. And even though you left Ambrose heartbroken and sobbing, I’m happy something happened between you, him and his twin, that day. I don’t know what it is, but I knew it convinced you to leave.” she continued and you didn’t answer. The memory of that day was still burning you to the core.

You had been so happy so see Bo and later on, Vincent. You had run into their arms and they had hugged you with fierce love. You were all planning on getting Lester back too. 

And then, Bo killed his dad and Vincent told you he was going to continue the House of Wax, the way his mother always did. You knew about the murders, you knew people were beneath the wax, but you never said anything because you loved the boys. And despite how an awful mother Trudy was, she liked you. You were a girl, and she could finally chat around with what looked like a daughter to her. Victor was also a little more careful around you. You were loved by the Sinclairs, and they couldn’t explain it; it just happened.

But their love was dark and violent, and you couldn’t agree to live like that; you couldn’t stay in Ambrose when everything was dying around and you couldn’t live from murders. You promised yourself to never betray your boys, but at the same time, you left with your parents without a goodbye. You knew that if you decided to go see the twins one last time, they would convince you to stay and it couldn’t happen. You never recovered from the fact you didn’t see Lester again before leaving and you hoped Bo had been able to bring him back home. You were certain he did though, because his people were the only thing that mattered to him.

You were about to leave the kitchen when your mother called your name and you turned around, with a raised eyebrow, silently asking her what she wanted.

“Do me a favour and stay away from Ambrose during your little road trip, okay?” she said with a hint of concern in her voice

“You said yourself that there is nothing there anymore anyways” you replied, a little bit surprised by your mother’s attitude

“I know but… I don’t want you to tempt the devil” she replied and you only found yourself nodding. 

You wondered if by the devil she meant Bo.

Bo knelt in front of a woman he just killed. She was the last one of the group and he was glad about it because he felt quite tired now. It was too hot today to play hide and seek with assholes. At least, the night was already casting its shadows around Ambrose and bringing with it a little bit of fresh air. Bo looked down at the woman, tilting his head to the side as he watched the pretty necklace she had around her neck. It was slightly covered in blood but he was pretty sure he could wash it without trouble. It looked expensive; he was certain the glitter coming from beneath the blood was a little diamond. He took it off her body without a care and pocketed it before Vincent could use this jewel on his next wax statue.

“Y/N would’ve liked it” Bo hummed to himself before sadly sighting. His throat tightened as always when he was saying your name out loud.

Whenever he was spotting something that reminded him of you, he was always grabbing it and putting it away, in a box filled with gifts for you. He never stopped hoping that one day he would be able to give you this box. You would realise how much you were loved then; but so far it only happened in his dreams. And yet, he was thinking about you everyday of his life and he still believed you would come back home one day. He was certain you were meant to be a Sinclair; even his parents were liking you so it had to mean something. He missed you so much, he missed your laugh and he missed the way you loved his brothers and himself. Ambrose was empty without you. Life had always been shit, but your absence was torture. He had thought that after a few years, the pain would subside, but it really didn’t. It often felt like it was actually growing up inside his chest. You left with a piece of themselves, you left with the only sun and happiness the boys truly felt. He knew his brothers were feeling the same, because everytime they were all eating together at night, the conversation always ended on what you became. And on why you never came back.

They could guess you were disapproving of the killing, but they couldn’t stand the idea that maybe you got scared of them. They couldn’t even say it out loud; you were the only thing they would never have hurt.

Bo sighted again as he grabbed the woman by her ankles and he started to pull her to the house. Vincent came upstairs when he heard a body being dragged on the floor and he helped his twin out. Vincent could tell by the look in Bo’s eyes that he was thinking about you. It was the only moment Bo was utterly silent too, lost in thoughts.

Vincent couldn’t blame him. He had hundreds of books filled with drawings of you. Whenever he thought that he would never hear your voice again, never feel your touch on his skin anymore, Vincent was drawing you. He was certain you existed that way, and he was certain he would never forget about what you looked like, even if he knew your figure and face were carved inside his chest and brain. You used to caress the bad side of his face and to remind him he was handsome, even in front of Trudy or Victor. You had never been afraid to show yourself with “the freak”. And his skin felt so dry and painful now your fingers hadn’t traced it in years.

The twins worked in utter silence and none of them felt hungry that night, so they went to bed earlier than usual. None of them slept actually, simply staring at the ceiling or at the wall, wondering where you were and if you were happy… without them. They wanted you to be happy as much as they wanted you to be miserable without them, because it was their only chance you would one day come back home.

Lester wasn’t better than the twins. And if Bo fucked with some girls, Lester just couldn’t even think about touching someone else than you. It felt wrong to him. He promised you he was yours and only yours after all. He had always enjoyed how a little bit possessive you were with the three of them. Lester wasn’t certain of a lot of things, but he knew he belonged to you. You had always loved them equally, giving them the love they were all craving so much.

You were always in Lester’s mind. He was always hoping to find you among a group of tourists, to be fair. He never stopped looking for you and hoping to see you again. You belonged to them too, so he couldn’t understand how you could live away from them. And he knew that if he ever found you again, he wouldn’t hesitate to lock you up somewhere if it meant keeping you by his side. Forever. 

And he was certain that the twins were thinking the same. They lost you once, they wouldn’t allow it to happen again.

But for that… he needed to find you first. 

And every morning and every night, he promised himself he would. Out of the three, he was the one who was the most certain he could get you back home, no matter if you wanted it or not. You were his little goddess, so he was certain that at some point you would come close to Ambrose again… and he would stumble upon you… and he would get you home. You would become the divinity of Ambrose once again, and everything would be alright.

One day, luck seemed to be on his side.

The closer you drove to Ambrose, the more you recognised the roads. Your mother’s words never stopped echoing inside your head and at some point, you turned the wheel so you wouldn't get too close to the place. A part of you wanted to drive right back to it; you even felt a little pang when you took the opposite path. You wanted to be back home more than anything, but you were too afraid of what would await you there. You even believed that the twins would be so mad at you, they would kill you and turn you into a wax statue so you couldn’t leave anymore without saying goodbye.

You found a little campsite and you all decided to spend the evening and night there. You forced yourself to focus on your people so you could forget about the Sinclairs. Another part of you was begging you to leave this place and to drive as far as possible away from Ambrose. You had no idea which parts of you were stronger.

You realised you didn’t have enough food for tonight so you and another girl took the car to find a shop nearby. It was late so a lot of them were close and you had to admit, you shivered in fear when your friend showed you the only store open 24/7 in the area. It was very close to Ambrose; little did you know that it was actually the town Lester was living in. You tried to not show anything as you drove to the store. You crossed your fingers to not run into any of the Sinclairs before you thought how stupid this was. The boys wouldn’t be there, and they might even be dead because of their way of life. And you were a lucky girl, something like that couldn’t happen to you.

Even if something inside of you was bubbling in excitement and hope.

As you entered the store, a man was leaving it. He moved to the side to let you come in and as you were about to thank him, your eyes met his and widened.

Lester.

You tried to move past him, hoping he wouldn’t have recognised you or that he would hate you enough to let you go easily. But you were a fool. He instantly grabbed your wrist as he whispered your name, bringing you back to him. He was in trance. He couldn’t believe the day finally came. Your friend frowned, wondering what was going on. She placed an arm around your shoulder to show you support

“Can you let go of her, buddy?” she calmly said and Lester instantly obeyed, not wanting to cause a scene. He put his hands in front of him in defence.

“Sorry. Hi, Y/N, ‘s been a long time” he hummed, looking for your eyes.

“Hi, Les. Sorry, but we’re a bit in a hurry here, we’ll chat another time, hmm?” you said, hoping to get out of this discussion as fast as possible. Goosebumps littered his skin at the sound of your voice calling him by his nickname.

You were surprised when Lester simply smiled and nodded. You noticed his grin didn’t reach his eyes though and you suppressed a shiver. You knew you were in trouble, especially with him letting you go so easily. Even more when he cheerfully said as you turned your back to him “See you soon, darl”

Lester settled in his truck and waited for you and your friend to get out of the store. He dialled his big brother’s number with a light in his eyes. It was the first time in so long he felt like he was finally alive. He was certain things were finally going to be good.

“‘S up, Les?” Bo hummed at the other side of the line, always answering his phone very fast whenever his brothers needed him

“She’s here.” Lester simply said because he was too happy and excited to say anything else.

“What are ya talkin’ ‘bout, kid?” Bo asked, not wanting to get some false hope.

“Y/N. She’s at the store. She’s with a friend. Gonna follow them, I’ll send ya their location… And we’ll bring her home tonight”

It was a promise.

And a threat.

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Taglist : @lacychick ; @magical-sass ; @limehaspassed ; @loveinglymessedup ; @bloodmoon-bites ; @iwantsleepplz ; @kawaistrawberry21

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PART II

[small-sinclair]

Sinclair Band!Au Headcanons (and a story)

Au by: @arkunder

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During a show, Bo was handed a gender reveal paper. He looked so confused but opened it. He told 3,000+ fans that a couple was going to have a girl.

They crashed a wedding by accident. They ended up staying and partying! They even did shots with Grandma! Bo ended up French kissing the bride before leaving.

Vincent held a baby during a conference. Why? It was crying in the mother’s arms and needed new arms. So, Vincent took them and held them for the whole time.

Whenever they go out to eat, Lester gets the hottest thing on the menu. He loves the spice.

Bo and Vincent do staring contests.

They play rock-paper-scissors over who does dishes on the bus.

You’ll always find Lester eating the cheesiest grilled cheese whenever he does interviews. He’ll even bring an extra for the interviewer, too!

There’s fishing gear in the bay of the bus. So, Bo and Lester will go fishing if they’re by a lake while Vincent draws or writes music.

Speaking of nature, Bo fought a gator while some kids were swimming. He didn’t care about saving the kids, he just wanted to fight a gator. (He own and dragged the dead lizard to shore, took a photo, and brought it home to made gator gumbo.)

The twins do jam sessions before the show starts. When the roadies are setting up the stage, Bo and Vincent would go out and play chill/vibe music to pass the time. They Vincent takes lead while Bo follows.

When it’s really muddy outside and he’s left unsupervised, Lester rolls in the mud. Bo would yell at him but ends up fighting him in the mud while Vincent watches from the bus with a camera.

Now for a thought (Bo x Reader):

Bo is in love with a sound person, y/n. Every little thing you do makes Bo crazy. He is flirt and a charmer by nature around the crowd and when he performs, but he only wants to win one heart. Your heart is the only one that matters.

When sound check is done, Bo will bother them and talk. No matter what he does or say, he doesn’t get anything from your. He does think about giving up for a moment but the fire gets rekindled after a show. He was leaving stage when he heard drunken fans bother you as you were trying to get out of your little booth. He watched like a wolf, his eyes slowly starting to burn with anger as they started slurring their words and hanging an arm around you. He saw how uncomfortable you were and heard you tell them to leave.

Then he heard a hard backhand against your cheek and one spitting.

That was enough to kill them. He left the shadows and stood behind you, dry blood still on his face from the performance. They were so out of it that your attackers thought it was real and scrambled away. His arms wrapped around you protectively, one over your shoulder while the other wrapped around your waist, as he held you close.

“Don’t fight monsters alone,” he drawled, his voice heavy and smelt softly of whiskey.

You wanted to say something, anything, but nothing left your throat. You leaned back into his arms and rested in his chest as he buried his head in your neck. You could fell his anger boil and fade. He knew you were safe. He knew you were okay in his arms. He knew you were there away from the drunks and the noise. He wanted nothing less that to keep you like this.

That’s the moment he fully fell in love with you and your cotton candy smiles and eyes all over again.

[yourlocalcryingcryptid]

WHICH ONE OF YALL DID THIS

[creepswrites]

Hola ví que está abierto y quería solicitar un Jason, Billy Lenz y Lester (si querés más) con una s/o que tiene mala cara siempre y un poco malumorada con los demás menos con ellos? Si no querés ignorame, besos y buenas noches (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)

i don't speak spanish but google translate said "Hello, I saw that you are open and I wanted to request a Jason, Billy Lenz and Lester (if you want more) with an s/o that always has a bad face and is a bit grumpy with the others except with them? If you don't want to ignore me, kisses and good night (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)" so!! i hope this is what you asked for!

SLASHERS w/ a GN! S/O who has a grumpy face with others but not them

JASON VOORHEES

Sometimes other camp counselor potentials would show up, trying to give Camp Crystal Lake a fresh start, but Jason stopped them at every turn

You'd been a fresh, potential counselor once. But, of course, Jason put an end to that

You stayed with him though

You heard the story of the young boy who drowned and your heart just melted

So you and Jason became close. You were different to him, you weren't interested in sex and drinking

When Jason first met you, you'd been staring at one of your fellow counselors with an annoyed face

At first, he'd thought you were angry with them, but he learnt your face was just like that

Resting bitch face, you'd called it

But the way you just lit up when you saw him... it made him feel special

He loved when he'd spot you brooding and how you'd just smile at him, like your smile was just for him only

Jason feels honored that you only look happy around him

BILLY LENZ

You were part of the sorority where Billy had been staying

As he'd been stalking you and the rest of your sorority sisters, he'd learnt your behaviors and mannerisms

Particularly, he noticed how you never seemed to smile

You always looked perpetually annoyed by everyone and everything, which he found amusing

Even when you had to deal with his calls, your face never really changed

But when you finally met him?

You'd actually smiled, which made Billy's stomach hurt and he wanted to throw up from how sweet you were

You were always kind to him, careful to not overwhelm him when you held hands or kissed, and you always looked at him with a soft smile that made him melt

He'd bite you sometimes, trying to cope with how you made him feel, but you'd just laugh and kiss his head and talk to him

It made him feel special, that you weren't like that with anyone else other than him

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester had first met you when you'd arrived to town, standing on the side of the road looking pissed beyond belief at the flat tire your car had

Your friend had been with you and you'd looked so annoyed he would've assumed your friend was the one who ruined the tire

But when you'd looked over at him, your face just softened into a shy smile

And Lester felt how red his face got, nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he stuttered through talking to you

Once you started dating, he'd come visit you in the nearby town where you lived, bringing you flowers and blushing like a maniac

You'd always smile at him though, laughing brightly whenever he'd stumble over complimenting you

Sometimes he'd catch you talking with others before you noticed him, a bitter look on your face until you turned and saw him, lighting up like the sun

He was obsessed with you, like your happiness was only for him

[demon-lover-669]

Y/n: people flirt all the time!

Slasher: yeah I know.

Y/n: so that means! I-

Slasher: nope! Not you I own your ass!

Y/n: *looks around and at their hands*

Slasher: what are you looking for?

Y/n: my god damn wedding ring that says I’m yours!